There's a quote from one of my favourite authors 'the marks humans leave are too often scars'. I never really understood it, the true meaning of the quote, but now, I sadly do. We create marks, we cut people, lock our jaws with our teeth firmly sunken into their flesh and rip our teeth along until all that is left is ribbons of flesh and strings of muscle. Then we, for some unbeknown reason, whether it be boredom, guilt or anything in between, we let go, the poor soul.
They stumble around for a while, looking for something, anything, to ease the pain. Then they clench their claws into the nearest being and start a cycle- one more endless than time itself. I often wonder who the first person like this was- so destroyed and empty- and one day I realized in wasn't just one person. Something had to have happened to make a person so bitter to make them break everything in a soul, but it may not always be the bad. As I lay there in that field, with my skin, bones and being reduced to shreds, my last thoughts were of her. It wasn't the bad however, or the fact that we fought more than we got along, but the happy moments we had shared- even the seemingly none meaningful moments wound their way into my head, making me sorry I couldn't stay- but the facts were, I couldn't.
I realize now, that my actions have consequences, and my punishment would be tenfold of what I had done.
I realize now, that sometimes evil prevails- if it ever really was evil- because there are two sides to every story, even the most bias fairytales.
I realize now, that sometimes, it is the good that destroy.
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WerewolfCase File no. 27 Fugitives Name/s: Dakota Kershaw (unnatural), Jensen Turner (natural) This is the part where I tell you what this story is about, right? Well, with out divulging too much information, let me tell you that the world is normal- there...
