«October Eight 2012»

I ran out as fast as I could from the white coats. My head is swimming. My stomach turned at the thought of the unspoken sin I had committed. We were never meant to do that. Never meant to care for them.

They are the MEAT, We are the hunters

I charged my way through the crowds, drawing the attention of several passersby. I didn't care, I was usually drenched in blood. The only difference was that my mask wasn't securely tied onto my face. I scampered into the closest alley way and affixed my mask. I reached into my jacket to pull out the short, stout handle of the quinque.

They are the real animals

I felt sick holding it in my hands. Using someone to kill that ghoul. Sure, I take them as trophies, but I never intended on using one. I looked at the handle in my hands. A soul… An actual fucking soul I used to kill that one. Killing never was a problem for me, but that's when the blame's all on me.

They are the monsters

I tucked the handle into my red hoodie pocket and booked it towards my apartment. The neighbors won't mind me. They aren't your average neighbors. I slammed my door as I enter the shoddy suite. I tore off my clothes and threw them into the wash. I fell back on my bed, taking off the black scream mask and throwing it across the room. I curled into a ball. A murder never hit me this hard. I've killed so much before. Why now was I breaking?

She's Different

I'm pretty sure I cried for a solid hour. I questioned myself that night, who I was, what I was. I didn't realize that she was the reason. I didn't realize what she is. She's loyal. She's been a friend since middle school, and she's been helping me out since then. Curbing my temper… Making me human… I don't need protecting, but she has been doing just that. She's… She's...

She's mine


«Present Day»

"I haven't seen your brother recently," I say picking at my food. Haven't taken a bite though. I think we all know the feeling when you just can't handle shit, and eating this grocery prepped garbage is some of that shit I can't handle. Especially this late in the school day. Fish… Fish is the enemy.

"Yeah, He's been busy a lot lately," My chipper companion says, not looking as chipper now that she opened her lunch box. She sighs, drawing a smirk from me. She picks at her food with the same enthusiasm I did mine.

"Left Overs?" I inquire. She nods weakly. I chuckle at this. I guess you could say misery loves company, know what I mean? I look at my lunch box before asking, "How old?"

"At least a week. It looks like my cooking, and I haven't cooked in a while." The puts a piece of soggy katsu into her mouth. She makes a sour face. Being the incredibly generous person that I am, and knowing that my food is going to waste anyway, I slide the lunch box across the table. It bumps into her bento, knocking it off the table. She makes a scene of trying to keep it up, bouncing it up by patting the bottom. She just barely catches it by its edge. I clap my hands and pray silently to any god out there in thanks for the perfect phenomenon that just happened.

"You're welcome," I sneer. "It may be store bought, but I think you'll find it better than the possibly moldy pork." I pull a leather pouch from my bag and loosen the draw string. I pop a piece of jerky in my mouth and smirk. She frowns in me indulging in my snack. She would react worse if she knew what it was… Wow, where did that come from?

"You're gonna get fat if you keep eating junk food," She teases, reaching for the pouch. My eyes widen as I tighten the string in response. She cannot eat it. I won't allow it. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. I stare at the hand she used to reach and feel my mouth salivate. Shit. I was a dumbass to eat it in public. I close my eyes, biting my lip. I try as hard as I can to hold myself back. She doesn't seem to notice the change in behavior. "Even fatter if you're stingy."

"Do you want my lunch or not?" I snap. She gets quiet. I ball my hand into a fist, desperately trying to curb my hunger in the most nonchalant way possible. "Sorry. I… I take my meat very seriously. That and the whole fat thing, and-"

"It's fine." This isn't good… I hear the damage in her voice. I open my eyes to look at her. She has that fake smile she uses on the teachers, to her brother, but rarely to me. Shit... I messed up.

"No, it's not. You're important to me. Now eat up. You won't be able to do anything next period if you don't eat up." She blinks in surprise and nods, starting to eat. Her eyes widen at the first bite.

"Whoa, it's really good!" She really starts to dig in. I sort of envy her, being able to eat like that in public. "How could you never eat this?" I smile as her cheer has returned to her face. You'd like her smile. I give her that sideways glance that means 'It's not my thing'. She shrugs in response. I'm glad she likes it though. I wouldn't know how it tastes, but the fact that she's smiling and chewing with glee is enough.

I look at my watch, we only had a few minutes before we needed to clean up. I watch her demolish the food so I don't worry about her. She doesn't eat much, but she never misses lunch. We have our same old banter you can copy and paste from a teen sitcom. Honestly though, with how mundane our topics, I think I've gotten used to it. The kid's creative and just talks and talks so it's never really that dull. I'm pretty sure you know that one guy who you just listen to rant on and on because what they say is actually interesting. And sure, some people might look at you to like you're crazy, you don't care. They're that guy,

The best part is she's not close minded, like the majority of the world. It really is a treat to talk to her. She brightens my day, and I'm glad she's mine. "So, your brother hasn't come back yet?"

She shakes her head, food and time having remedied the situation. "He has a lot of work stacked for him." I watch her eyes droop and frown. I sigh. The gall. To freaking throw her into worry every day. I can't help but feel sorry. I stand up and walk behind her. I hug her from behind.

"It's alright… I guess that's just what comes with the job, being a ghoul investigator and all."


"If a woman possesses manly virtues one should run away from her; and if she does not possess them she runs away from herself.." - Friedrich Nietzsche