A dead man can tell no tale.
Lying in a pool of his blood, he was as innocent as any other victim.
This was the same man who had intruded into my colorful dreams and warped them into scenes of devastation.
The same man who orchestrated the death of my parents. Who threatened my existence. He and his ancestors have been nothing but a curse upon my family.
So why do I feel remorse? I have craved this moment for the past week, but now I feel hollow and empty.
Figures cloaked in black with weapons at the ready approach me with resolve in their eyes.
The leader steps toward and aims an arrow for my heart.
I do not run, I do not scream. I am a killer, a beast, after all.
~KimZee ✨💜✨
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• The • Rise • Of • The • Shapeshifters •
Science FictionAlecia Allen had been dealt an awful hand in the game of life. After losing both her parents to what seemed to be a tragic accident when she was very young, she was scarred. Strong still. Brought up by her aunt, she had a simple life. Until she...
