Phychopath

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    I inch my way off the railing and on to solid ground.
I pull my backpack off my back and i unzip it blindly.
I barely grasp the wind up lantern and i wind it up for it to flicker it flickers on.
I raise the lantern up and i hear a long deep howl come from somewhere in the mines.

I slowly pull the backpack around my back and i take a step back only to go falling through the air.
I let out a strangled sort of scream as i fall and hit water.

I gasp for air the second i hit the surface and i pull the lantern up.
It wasn't water that i fell in.... but a pool of blood.
I scream in fright and i struggle to get on firm ground.
I gasp in shock as i look at the blood covering my entire body.
I fall to the ground and i lay there for a few seconds.

"Calm down, calm down" i mutter before rolling over and staring in to Ethan's dead body.
I stifle a scream and i back up quickly.
I feel something soft touch my hand and i jerk back and i hear a deep growl.
The lantern shines on to the thing that made the noise and i look in to the eyes of a werewolf that was unlike the other one who killed everyone.

I stare in to it i soon realize it was dead.
I was in a graveyard.
I slowly stand up and i look around realizing there were many bones and dead bodies along with gallons of blood everywhere.
I nudge the werewolf and it lets out a growl.
"Reflex" i mutter.

"A nerve in your system makes you make that sound" i mutter.
I look over and i spot something that urks me.
A body but it looks exactly like the one in the family photo of Dalton's.

I take a step forward and i realize the half skeleton had a note in its hand.
I pull it out and look at it.

It's insane

"Your the grandfather of Dalton and Peter" i murmur at the body.
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I finally spot an opening for me to climb up to what looked like freedom.
I grasp a rib of a bear skeleton and i climb up the bones that were piled up.
My fingers grab a tree root and i slip from the ice.

Something grabs me and pulls me up in to the air.
"Who the fuck. Are you?" A man asks.
He had on survival gear.
He had a pickaxe in his hand.
A parka on him with a fur hat.
He had a short beard that collected snow that fell.
He pulls me on to the snowy ground and i look at him in shock.

"Who... who are you..?" I ask softly.
"Edward, i own this god forsakened mountain" he states.
"I.. i thought the Lycan family ownes the mountain" i reply.
He snorts then chuckles.

"They own it, i rule it" he says.
"Your... your a werewolf?" I ask.
He laughs and shakes his head.
"Theres a few who live on this mountain, they seem to leave the renters alone but one doesn't seem to care for personal boundaries" he explains.

"You look freezing" he states.
I look down at all the dried blood that was on me and i nod.
I slowly stand up and i look at him.
"Here i'll bring you back to your cabin" he tells me.
I look at him in surprise.
"You know where i came from?" I ask slowly.