" Sometimes the world doesn't need a hero...
Sometimes what it needs is a monster. "
• Thęy thøūght thēÿ håð kiłlėd mė,
thaþ thêįr ñightmårës wêre ôvër.
Høw ŵröñg węre theŷ,
Før thē bėaßt çåme bäćk Šþronger •
None of the main characters are mine...
" Stiles... " Her voices echoed. How badly he wanted to let his hand slip, to leave trails of blood yet again. To let it all come rushing in. Her pain as a source of adrenaline. All her cries, her screams, meant nothing to him. Nothing. So why not let it take control? Why not let darkness take over? Fight it. That little bit of sane, Kept him from sliding that knife through her throat. That little bit of human, Kept him from murdering the one who is innocent. That part of him not caged under a mask. His reason to have hope.
She looks into his eyes. They seemed cold and uneasy, not the eyes she knew. "Stiles" she tries to reason with him, "this isnt you. I know there is still some of my friend left there, i know you are strong enough to beat him!" "You dont know anything about me." he says, the wild look of a madman shadowing his once kindly face. He raised the knife, his hands shaking. The constant fight, to give into temptation and let his dark side take over or to fight back.
He dropped the knife and staggered back, confused, scared. But what of? She was defenceless, he wasnt afraiad of her. The truth was, he was afraid of himself...
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➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ How easy it was To let the darkness command. Like a drug I was an addict But they couldnt understand
That the descent is easy Thats not the tricky part I could not ascend once more, the dark controlled my heart.
Now the battle continues The battle of dark and light But the winner is simple and clear dark always wins the fight.
Another body lays at my feet My hands are forever tainted Cant remember the moment when the monster came and the human faded... ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖
