I can never go back, not after the things I have done. I have left countless of mangled bodies lying about in my town. The man in town would show up on my doorstep at night, pitch-forks and lanterns occupied their hands. That was the night I decided to run away from that cursed town. Now I lay here in an old, rotted barn with the smell of manure drifting through the air. The coldness from the straw mat I lay on brings chills to my body. I shifted from my wolf form back to human after I ran for miles till I came a crossed this barn that lays dormant in the cobblestone path. I eventually fell asleep with the night chills still attacking my body.
Sunrise finally arrived. I was no longer cold but I got this strange feeling in my gut. Someone or something was coming after me. I could feel it. I got up quickly and sprinted out of the moldy barn. I ran for what felt like hours. My feet swelled and blistered, red irony liquid ran out of the scratches. I could no longer move. I ached so bad, I checked my pocket watch to see what time it was. 4 o clock pm. I couldn’t help it anymore, so I closed my eyes and I was out.
Hours later, I thought I smelt like a campfire or someone burning wood a mile away but it wasn’t a camp fire. I smelt someone burning the flesh on my arm. I wondered to myself than why aren’t I steaming it should be excruciating. Pain shot through my body and that’s when the men in the shadows stepped forward. “It’s ok Benedict. This will only hurt a little. He stabbed a blade through my heart.