"So, where did you leave the body?", Edward, also known as Crock for being half crocodile asks as a creepy simile starts to appear on his face. We just finish telling them how Oscar found me, jumping over the part where we kissed, of course.
"Why would you want to know?", Oscar asks, handing me a mug of coffee and sitting beside me on the sofa.
"Oh, you know, it's my turn to hunt dinner so...", he answers with the same diabolic smile he uses to scare the kids.
"Yuck, that's disgusting, I think I prefer Ash's bug hunts rather than a rotting human corpse", Grace comments, to which Ashly responds by crossing her four black arms over her chest, but Sasha and Fiona laugh at.
"Yeah, besides, it would count as Cat's kill, not yours", Sash points out, in her whistling snake voice, reminding me of the latest death I have to carry with me.
"Please, don't remind me", I say in a careless voice, trying to hide my self-hate due to that. Sasha's smile disappears when she realises how her words have affected me, she knows what kind of self-fights I have to deal with whenever I go wild and kill someone.
"C'mon, it's not like it'll be your first time eating human", Crock jokes, liking his pointy teeth. His comments are always so inconvenient.
"I'm not that desperate", I say rolling my eyes "Besides, I prefer crocodile flesh, it's not as bloody as human's", I say looking at him with a threatening stare, hopefully scaring him from this conversation.
"Yeah, right, like you've ever tried it", he sarcastically says.
"Have you forgotten that I was experimented on? I was sentence to fight almost every specie of carnivores on Earth" I say in a now serious tone "But that was the past, it doesn't matter anymore" I add when I notice the expression of horror in everyone's faces. "I'd just...rather not eat human" I clarify in almost a whisper.
I take in their expressions as I sip my coffee. Everyone looks confused and horrified, and Oscar and Sasha's faces prove that they know I've lied. My past does matter to me now, everything they did to me still haunts me in my dreams, forcing me to remember every detail, every murder, every death, every fight I was forced to witness or fight till death. And every time I wish I had lost one of those fights, I wish I could stop those memories, and sometimes I would do anything to manage that. Anything.
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Free yet trapped
Romance"Just tell me already!", he says impatiently though still with a smile. "Fine!", I mutter irritated. "They did a bet over when we were getting back together." As soon as I say that I question why on earth I didn't lie, then again, Oscar knows when...
