I'm sorry
The rain hammered down on my skin. With my enhanced feral ability I could feel each drop burning like a strong acid. I could barely see through the rain and hot salty tears that fell from my eyes in sign of guilt and anger.
God the anger was so strong throbbing deep down inside of me. I felt like I was going to explode. It twisted and turned inside me like a storm. I have been filled with so much anger lately that I almost relish the intense pain as it tears at my insides. It's all I feel any more.
I could not hear him but I saw the hazy large figure out of the corner of my eye which I had no doubt where now glowing gold. I clenched my fists realising he had found me. I always knew he would find me. My nails dug into the tanned flesh of my hands stinging slightly but I failed to take note. My ears buzzed with the sound of the unstoppable rain, which would be enough to muffle a normal persons hearing but with the noise multiplied by the rhythmic drumming of my heart in my chest it makes hearing anything impossible like I am separated in a world where hearing it not necessary. And I am in my own world. I am different, better, stronger, faster.
He slowly approaches me and I try to read the emotions playing on his face with a dreaded sense of anticipation. His hansom face twists as if he does not know what to feel. First I see disgust, as he slowly looks me up and down. I don't blame him he has seen what I can do. He knows the existent of my powers and how far I am willing to take them. I have a monster inside that wants to hurt people. And I embraced it. No longer the noble loyal creature he once thought I was, to him I was evil someone from the side of the shadows. Someone who his sense of duty meant he had to stop.
The next emotion I saw on his face was concern. This surprised me. I did not want his pity. I had chose this to finally give in to become one with what lurked inside. I though he wanted that so it would be easier for him doing what he knew he had to do. End the evil.
He stood his distance but I could see his dark eyes being drawn to the black stain on my top and my exposed chest but the stain was not really black. It was crimson red, the colour of blood. I knew it covered me in vast quantities I could smell it. It excited the animal inside me filled me with a dark sadistic pleasure that was so new but also familiar to me. The rain washed part of it away as it beat on my clothes like lashes of whips. It would never be completely washed away. Not off my top, not off my body. This blood was not my own and I think he knew that. It was a pure red and there was so much of it. My own blood seemed much darker, like my soul. It fell from my swollen lip. Covered my lower lip as my tongue had touched it, spreading it like vamp lipstick. I could taste salt but my mind was too occupied to tell if it was from the blood or the tears. I knew blood also cascaded down my arms creating waterfalls in the rain. I had never stopped to look down to see what angry wound had caused the waterfalls.
For a moment I felt a glint of hope. He still cared he did not hate me completely just yet. The animal that clawed inside me soon engulfed that tiny glint. He was naïve he would soon forget about me.
The next emotion on his face was hate. My chest swelled with pride. I was right as he saw more of my true nature I became the enemy. No not just the enemy, the devil the ultimate evil. For I had slithered my way into his heart and I had then destroyed it from the inside. Not only that but I had enjoyed it. After letting go, losing the burden of control I felt more at ease, more complete than my mind had ever believed I could. I had felt sad when I first let go, not through guilt but the look on his face, all their faces as they saw what I had become. They had thought I was something more something better. It made the beast inside me laugh hysterically to see them so distraught at what I was. Adam had been the worst after raising me since I was fifteen he had never seen that part of me. I had killed a part of him in that moment. Part of the man that I had once been wiling to call dad.
Although his soulful eyes clouded over and became unreadable the sides of his full mouth where gently pulled up in an involuntary grimace. His mouth told me everything I needed to know. He was ready he knew one of us was not leaving this spot on this bitter night.
I lowered my self into a low fighting stance. Tensing muscles I had never used in such ways before. It felt good. I was unstoppable, completely feral and wild not burdened with the draw back of control as he was. This was going to be my most memorable fight. The man before me was so much larger both in height and in weight. It would be such a triumph to beat him. To spill his blood into the river of water that now flowed around our feet. I knew somewhere there was love for me inside him. A last tiny piece of love that he was trying to hold on to. I knew him better than he knew himself. I would destroy his love before I destroyed him. It would make the end easer and more inevitable.