It had been twelve years, twelve freakin' years since it had all started. Not a friend to talk to in two years. That really put some strain on the mind, didn't it? If I was asked before this all happened if I would really kill someone I knew, someone I loved. I would most definitely say 'no'. But now? Now I'm not so sure. A lot has happened in the last two years. We've all changed. Some people more than others. Once, I had friends, once I had a family. But that was a long time ago. I am now empty. I am broken. I am twisted. I am a survivor. I am the fox. And the Void calls us all.All Rights Reserved