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I felt a chill on my cold blooded body as I walked to the catacomb-like gate leading to a tunnel. I walked into my lair tucked deep into the alleyway, darkness falling upon me like a bad cold.
I wasn't a murderer, nor psychotic, I was just a normal human, with animal like features.
I had wings like that of a bat, teeth like that of a wolf, and blood like that of a reptile.
I was different, so therefore I was cast out into the streets to edure the cold solumn nights.
As some would say, "There’s a whole lot to be thankful for if you take the time to look."
Thankful for what? I didn't ask for these teeth, nor did I ask for these wings. But I suppose I could be thankful for life, it gets better one of these days.
I had 2 lairs, one at the docks, and one that you will never know about, tucked deep into the darkest corner of the city. Man was afraid of me, beasts didn't dare come near me, I was a monster, and I had to live with that for the rest of my life.
I never cut off my wings, not that I never thought of it, it's just that there was an inner flame burning to be different from others, and an outer desire to be accepted into this world.
"look at them all, in order, like pigs awaiting slaughter." I thought aloud knowing one day, in the near future, that I would take over, and this place of order would become chaotic.
From that day on I began planning, I began planning my takover of this totalitarian government. If there is a will there is a way, and trying to stop a man that is willing to die is impossible, for this man keeps telling himself that he is invincible, he can not be stopped...I am that man, and I shall stop at nothing to get what I want, like a predator seeking its prey, I shall seek my goal, and like a predator catches its prey, I shall achieve my goal.
Victory was mine, I wasn't about to ask for help, this war was mine.
The birds were severed from the sky as I flew past them.
I looked down upon the white collums of the city, futuristic chrome shining in the sunlight.
The people down there followed strict order, they suffered, I was going to release them, and let them rebel.
weakening the government base was my first priority.
I landed on the soft soil of the outskirts of the city, looking at the guars who stood outside of the gates of the city.
When the time was right, I would attack, I would create such chaos that it would seem like God himself dethroned.
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Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord to tell everyone about that time at Ronnie's house when I smashed the beer bottle over my own head.
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