Blood swirled in my mouth, it's maltalic taste diging into my tung. I think one of the guards knocked one of my teeth out. Lucky, yet luck didn't fair him. My hideout wasn't much but it was home. A small shack on the edge of town, which blended well, yet stood out.
Small holes littered the walls, l like to cause pain to myself. Always have always will, it just makes me feel abandoned even more. I spat out the blood in my mouth, making the wall look like some one had been shot and the blood folrom his head just exploded onto the wall, it seemed funny, how I lived like this. Hardly loved, but by one. I wrapped my knuckles in a bandage, grabbing a knife and turning to face the woman at the door. I cracked my neck, lowering the knife; gritt carved into the wall.
I sighed, showing no emotion, but a cold hard stare at the woman. "You know, I live here for a reason." I said, my voice ecowing off the walls.
She looked like me in confusion, "what, never seen a wrath before. I thought hunters knew every thing. Or am I talking about scholars?" My words made her step inside.
"Qarunth I knew your brother and father. I am sorry for your loss..."
"Loss! What do you know about loss, all you know is to hunt and kill so what in hell are you waiting for, kill me. Kill me, do it, kill me!" I cried, a small tear in my eye. The woman stepped back, tears in her eyes. "Look, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped like that, this is why no one loves me, because I cause others to suffer."
She turned and ran. I sighed, turning to a table and picking up a knife...
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Last Highway Man
FanfictionQarunth, a wrath highway man, steals his way to the top but karma has it's prices. His debt is due , and he must pay the price
