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Animal I Have Become
My hands cover my face and cautiously I peek through my fingers. Where am I? How did I get here? And more importantly, what have I done?
I am on the ground, somewhere outside the mansion. It's dark, if I were to take a guess at the time; I'd have to say just before dawn.
The blood is all over me. I was so hungry. I knew I couldn't escape the never ending hell of it. No matter how hard I always try, the hunger always remains. Even now I can still feel it coursing through me. It feels as though I have no control, as though I am just caged inside my own body.
Someone stands over me and I look up in fear, hoping it is just a nightmare; that none of it is real and I will wake up in my warm bed, clean and dry, not covered in dirt and blood. As I look into Logan's concerned gaze however, I know that it's no bad dream. I can no longer control myself. He must've followed me, must've known that I would eventually lose the fight that seemed to rage on in my head. Had he seen what I had done? He rests a rough hand on my covered shoulder and squeezes it gently. Yes, of course he had, perhaps he had even tried to stop me.
I tried so hard to hide it, this strange new part of me that keeps fighting its way to the surface of my psyche. I had lied so many times, trying to believe that I would be fine, but the rage always remains inside me; the horrific hunger that scares me, torments me, haunts me and…excites me in a way that I've never felt before. I need someone to help me through this nightmare, I can no longer lie; I can't control myself, and, as Logan stares down at me, I feel somewhat relieved that my secret is finally out.
So what if he can see the dark inside of me? I am what I am. I can't even be sure anyone can change this animal I have become. I need someone to help me believe it's not the real me. I need help to tame this strange animal inside of me. Logan only stares at me strangely…no, not at me, at my hands.
Suddenly I remember the blood and my eyes widen. Where had it come from? I remember bits and pieces of it, just like every other time since I had absorbed Sabretooth, but the details are always blurry. I had a hunger for blood, for pain. I wanted to hear my victim scream; I couldn't get enough. Cut them open, watch them bleed.
The excitement that it had all caused in me makes me sick. Somewhere in the back of my mind he is laughing at me, telling me that it's in my nature to be like him, that secretly I want this. He thinks its funny, and I secretly fear that maybe he is right, but at the same time I know that this isn't me! I am not this animal! So why can't I control the urges? Why can't I escape this hell?!
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Rogue was shaking, shock setting in as she realized what was happening to her. She was unable to speak, unable to stand. She was becoming just like him…she was becoming Creed. She sunk lower to the ground as she remembered the horror on Warren's face as she had torn him apart, loving every moment of it, getting lost in the blood lust that had overtaken her. Tears welled up in her eyes and fell freely as her body shuddered with violent sobs. She grabbed her head, trying to will Creed to shut up, as she slipped into a fetal position, unable to comprehend the horrendous thing she had done, wanting nothing more than to tame this animal she had become.