Blood Hunters

Blood Hunters

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Life is short for some. You're born you live you die. Some die unreasonably young, torn from life mid-way through. Some live to ripe old ages, telling old war stories with grandchildren wobbling on their knees. I have neither. When you do what I do you lose track of all time and purpose. You simply get the job done and move on. And to be honest, overtime you learn to enjoy the kill. The thrill and excitement leaks in and taints your moral compass. I could call it survival. But it's not; I could have survived without it. I just don't want to any more. Now they ask me to kill a man I'm afraid I can't kill. I simply can't. Except this time. It really is him or me. Life and death.
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What is real? I know what I saw and experienced, but THEY say it isn't real, that it never happened. THEY say that I'm here for my own good. Who are THEY? Why do they get to decide? I'm so tired I just want to go home...how can I go home?

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