FIRST BLOOD:
Walking off the train, he was the most gorgeous boy, the one that changed my life. He was the first boy I would kill, my first blood.
After the accident 3 years ago I hadn't really been the same. I was always alone, preferred isolation and was beyond uncomfortable in large groups. I had lived off the island I was constricted too and haven't been able to remember a time that I wasn't alone. I lived in survival mode and I the urges hadn't left since I came home, the urges to break down my humanity, to kill the very being I was. To make me the weapon every government feared.
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First Blood *on hold*
Short StoryWalking off the train, he was the most gorgeous boy, the one that changed my life. He was the first boy I would kill, my first blood.
