I love it.
I love the way my victims scream for mercy, I love their pleas, I love seeing the life drain from their eyes, and I love when they fall asleep forever. We went absolutely bonkers. We almost don't stop. And we started hunting for the bastards that made us this way.
Well we found them, and we tried but short story, we ended up being pinned to the wall without even one of Mark's or Felix's fingers on us. They explained what happened to us.
According to Mark, I became "Dark" as he was too. Seán, however, became something else, "Anti septic eye", "Anti" for short, he was rare and his posession was precious. They kept us where they lived, even with us still trying to kill them. Felix was somewhat a "Ruler" he bossed around telling us to kill person X and we were his killers, but still we weren't his little minions, fuck that.
I've never felt so alive. My life is taking the life of others.
