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Prologue

Prologue

"You're bluffing," the man cackles, "You don't have the balls to kill me, you don't want the blood of someone on you hands. Your too stupid, too young and too naive, just like all the others. You don't want to do something you'd regret now would you girly?" The bastard taunts me even though his life is being threatened I felt something trickle down my arm and notice that it was sweat. His face was soaked in it. It ran down his face, running out his pores profusely.

I felt my instincts kicking in and let my claws appear. I was tempted to shift but my other wasn't ready to shift she wanted to play. With a mischievous glint in my eye I locked gazes with the bastard in the mirror and let the evil smile take over my face. I fed off of his pain filled screams as I dealt with the scum like he was.

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He deserved what he got after what he's done. I was no hero but I knew I did what was right. Scum like him didn't deserve to live. The police met me standing besides the body after god knows how long. When I looked up from the body I saw the reflection of a broken person. Dark haunted eyes stared back at me. Face dirty with blood and grime slightly swollen but nothing that couldn't be healed after a goodnight's rest. I looked at the mess i made and tears ran down my face as i remembered things that i had wished stayed forgotten.

I should leave but the image in the mirror held me rooted to my spot. What have I done?

"You have the right to remain silent everything you do or say would be used against you in the court of law you would be able to hire a lawyer and if you cant afford it one would be provided for you...." Everything was a blur the red and blue lights flashing the wailing of sirens and the chattering of people. The drops of water falling for the sky soaked my sweat drenched clothing but I could still feel the cold droplets caressing my face. Ridding my skin of the dirt and grime of not having showered in a week or was it longer, I went with them willingly allowing them to push my head down into the backseat of the car.

I walked past Brice and entered my second home closing the gate and stripping off most of the heavy clothing and dropping them outside of the cell so that Drakes would get them dried for me. I sat on the floor next to the mattress that I had bought and put here earlier that year. I felt exhausted and all I wanted to do was sleep but I couldn't not when I was soaking wet.

"Payne, come on," I got up and followed the receptionist Linda to the locker room. I opened my self proclaimed locker and took out some clothes and headed to the showers. I handed her the wet clothes and walked into the cubicle and put on the hot water. I looked down at the blood and a grimace made its way to my face as I watched the bruises and scars that marked my body. When I had finished scrubbing my body it felt tender but I still felt dirty, though the water had long stopped running into the drain rustic with old blood and dirt.

I walked out and dried my skin slipping into clothing and securing my pocket knife. I headed back to my cell, grabbing the cup of milk on Drakes table on my way back. I closed the cage and made my way over to the mattress. I drank down the hot drink in three big gulps discarding the paper cup before settling into the corner of the bed my legs folded under me and leaning against the wall and allowing the sound of the busy police station lull me to sleep.

I couldn't sleep as the days events played over and over like a broken record in my head.  The gruesome images flashing behind my eyelids. I could feel the milk rolling in my stomach threatening to escape.

'Its over now. It's all over' I repeated to myself over and over trying to comfort myself with the thought of him not hurting me.

It was necessary, it had to be done. 

I had to do it.

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