He crawled over the cobblestoned streets, scared and grasping at his flesh. In his mind he knew that he was too late- he was already what he had been hunting. He knew he had to get away. The thirst would soon be too strong. He hid. For three days, in a coma, he hid in a rotten trash basket. As soon at it was done- he was thirsty. Breathing (though he knew he didn't need to) he ran out of the city before it happened. As soon as he was out of the city limits he started crying. Rich tears of sadness poured down his pale face. But he was thirsty. He told himself to ignore it and he started to run. Where? Even he didn't know. But he knew his name- and it was Carsile.
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Twilight: Emblem
FanfictionThis is the story of a man who became what he was afraid of. This is Twilight, when we are at our weakest. This is the Emblem of hope and fear. This is Twilight: Emblem.
