The unlucky person who found that place must of thought something demon-born had massacred all of the people inside; in a way.......they'd be right.......... My rage had gotten the better of me again. Turning me into a instinctive monster of bloodlust and destruction; now all that remained, of any of the people, were dismembered limbs, blood stained clothing and the the leader...........his chest ripped open.
I didn't stop running until I collapsed in a densely wooded area, without the strength to even try and hide. I fell into a deeply troubled sleep, filled with horrific images of the bloodbaths I had created; the fear-filled faces of the people I had killed and the laughing face of that man...........even though he was now dead. My whimpering should have attracted a large number of enemies to me, however, nothing attacked me; the misery and rage must have deterred them.
When I awoke, I realised that something had changed. There was the wonderful sound of a forest at peace, I had strived for escape but never had I imagined I would actually make it out! The reality of the world outside that god-forsaken place was like my haven. I had little time to think about this though, I still needed to find out who, or what, those people had been working for. You see, before he died, the leader had mocked me about how helpless I was against the force that he worked for. Why did they need me? I pondered this for a while but found no answer. There was no point sitting here doing nothing so I stood and loped away into the forest, exploring would uncover any hidden secrets that might be here.
 rubywerewolf · Sat Jun 09, 2007 @ 10:40am · 4 Comments |
