bikersasquatch
he sat looking up at me with the most pitiful eyes, he knew his punishment if he lived and knew the blood on my hands. he begged and he pleaded me for my mercy; just kill me now. his fate forfeit to me and i was to play god... was i a forgiving god or was i a sinister god?
clever devious and sick. he was one sly sonuvabitch that could talk his way i anywhere. Made him damn near impossible to find, luckily though i had nothing but the hunt. I needed nothing but prey, victims, lambs of my slaughter
he flew down the stairs crashing through the door. he knew it was here, it had to be. trying to backtrack through the past ten years wasn't easy. if he didn't though he was a dead man. they would find him and they would kill him
we were deep within the security of the bunker, far enough underground that we hardly heard the noise of the bombings overhead. last time any of us saw the surface it was a burnt out husk of the world we knew. anywhere i could remember from before the war was covered in charred rumble and burnt remains
felt so alone. lost sitting alone in a crippled building looking over a broken skyline. lost was all i felt and without her i felt so wrong so incomplete. why even bother if she didn't care my thoughts pour out at the lines i leave scarred deep in the walls
they don't belong here. we were the ones who first created them so i guess it was our job to destroy them. they are alive but they have no soul, they were a plague. but was it just...
and through the earth they shattered. the skyscrapers tearing holes in the ground and protruding into the sky creating these cities, these inhabitants of men. held within them was every every kind of evil and scum.
we were told tales of a time long ago. a time before this stupid was. a time when everyone you knew wasn't suspect and you could walk out into the sun and not cover your head. we saw this and it made life seem that much worse. the bombs, the raids, the bloodshed, and the knowledge that you might not make it through the night. that part somehow didn't seem too different though
we had been planning this mission for years. we had everything planned. we knew the terrain better than anything. everything had to be perfect in this fight-- if we won tomorrow would happen but, if we lost, we lost everything.
These voices that echo 'round my room penetrate my mind and instill a deep unshakable fear into the very depths of my soul. they won't leave me alone. they won't let me be so i must keep moving on i must leave everything i know behind and look ahead into the darkness of my mind
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