A Beast And His Angel

A well kept secret

I always was an aggressive being, with a strange tendency to kill things, whether I'm angry or not. It's not my fault at all... I just was like my brain told me to be, and I really didn't want to be like this. I just act like I always knew and didn't recognize what's good or bad. I didn't have any feelings to anything and I wasn't attached to anybody. I was just a zombie, walking with no purpose at all, but, the only thing that I felt is hate... That dammed feeling of sins, mashed up in just one horrible feeling... I hate everything and everybody, with the exchange of more hate...

I don't remember quite well what happens in the night, but I always remember the sense of fear, mixed in the hate that I had for everything... Every time I go to "sleep", the next morning there are many murders, all related to an unknown entity, starter of nightmares and night terrors.

All of the activities of this entity was to kill, with cold-blood to anybody that came across it, and, just leave a bloody trail to a corpse that was half eaten, and completely unrecognizable, which only DNA test, which revealed the identity of the victim.

Since I was a kid, I had a very small amount of friends, which continued to shrink due to myths and legends, that turned out to be true... I was alone, and I didn't have parents since I started to live by my own at the age of 17, hiding in the shadows of every corner I could find and looking at the life as something stupid and boring.

I went back to my house, thinking about my past and how the secret kept on being what it was... Nobody that encounter the entity lived another day to tell any more details, and witnesses could only tell as much as a dark and obscure shadow, lurking in the night...

I tried everything to stop the process of becoming that thing since I knew I was responsible for all the deaths that were on the new and magazines, filled up with false information about it. I didn't found any way to stop it, all of the things I tried to stop me in my bed, room and house were scratches or fang marks with terrible amounts of strength that I couldn't measure with the best equipment that I found. It's just unstoppable and I'm sorry of every person that I harmed and killed, including children, animals, and even old people, living their last gasps of air, filled with the terrible feeling to see IT... To see what will happen and how will they die, sobbing like weak and helpless animals...