I hear somebody running, pausing next to the body, crouching and picking up the gun still clutched in our attackers hand. Jane's already pointing her gun at him but he hasn't spotted us yet. She's still on her knees struggling to get to her feet, using my shoulder to push her self up she grabs a fistful of my shirt and we both stop breathing waiting for the unavoidable. They lock eyes and without any hesitation she pulls the trigger. Click. "Shit!" she pulls me up shoving me behind her all in one smooth motion.

I can't move possessed by his stare I clutch to Jane's shirt. She's shielding me with her body and I'm too scared to move. His gun is pointed at Jane. Click. He throws down his gun and charge at Jane.

"Run Maura!"

I'm still stuck to the ground. I feel her hand pushing me away.

"Run Maura!"

I Left her, I left her with that man. I'm such a coward. What was I thinking? How could I leave my best friend behind? My heart breaks as all the locked up emotions rush over me and again tears stream down my face. The depressing monologue is tightening its noose around my neck. I'm a coward. How am I supposed to save Jane? My mind is slipping. I need to focus on Jane. Jane needs me. I need Jane to keep me grounded to keep me focused. She keeps the voices at bay. They are always asking why demanding answers wanting to know all the secrets to the universe. They crawl up my back perching on my shoulders whispering into my ear. They're pulling at my clothes come Maura we need to go. Training kicks in and I'm on her trail moving automatically examining each drop of blood and the way the ground shifted under his weight.

Canis Lupus sense of smell is estimated to be 100 times stronger than the human olfactory nerves. We need to hunt down the wolf that stole your heart.

At least the sun has shown me mercy casting its last ray on a cabin tucked away between trees. I can see a shadow pacing in front of the window. A slow climbing wisp of smoke snakes out of the chimney. I crouch under a bush making sure my form melts into its shadow. Jane must be in there. I'll wait for the clouds to cover the moon before I make my way to the porch. The man is still pacing in front of the window and I can't see anybody else behind him. He looks to be of average size but if he carried Jane all the way to the cabin he must have exceptional upper body strength. He is taller than me. I only have a standard Swiss army blade to defend myself with. I fee around under the bush and find dried leaves and twigs. I make a nest and crawl towards the cabin while cradling it in my hands. I light the kindling and place it in front of the door waiting for the smoke to creep into the cabin.

As I stood next to the door I only then realized what my mind already decided I'm going to kill this man but how did I come to this decision and why wasn't I fazed about this revelation. Again my body stays put as my mind exit reality

The ancient shamans, priests and priestesses, philosophers and profits have been teaching since the beginning of time the presence of good and evil in the human heart and the constant battle to claim our soul. Even though they fell victim to their own religion there is still truth behind these legends and myths. There is much evil brewing in the depth of our psyche.

I looked down at the knife in my hand it didn't even feel like it was connected to my body. My knuckles were snow white and the vanes on the back of my hand were frantically trying to tear through my skin, my heart was pumping adrenalin through me as I clutched to my life line. Will I be able to summon up the courage to kill a human being? To become a murderer? I had no emotions left in my heart only the resolution to sacrifice my sanity for Jane's life.

I turned from the prey into the predator and I felt the power surge through my whole being fear replaced with lust. I have taken on a new identity when I chose to feed the demon that lingers in the dark parts of my heart. Control is an illusion you hold on to tight Maura, you're falling down the rabbit hole.

I can hear him clear his throat the floor boards' crack as his footsteps get nearer. He opens up the door and steps out confused he focuses a second to long on the smoldering leaves in front of him. I step behind him and put my entire weight behind the knife as I drive it into his kidney.

He inhaled for the last time and collapsed on to his knees pulling me down with him. I twisted the blade and his body jerked violently. His muscles contract around the knife and with as much force as I stabbed I pull out the knife blood coating both my hands.

I have his blood on my hands but no remorse. What do you believe in Maura? To what god did you make this blood sacrifice?

Life is fleeting and humans so fragile. There is order in nature and life thrives on it. Each living organism linked to another with us on top. We are still animals still vicious and blood thirsty. I smelled blood and took a live will it be my undoing. My conscience is as silent as the man lying at my feet.

I can't stop staring at my hands thinking how warm his blood feels and that it's slowly loosing its life force. I have suppressed the dark only feeding the light. But now that he has killed will I be able to force him back to sleep? In the end the good Doctor Jekyll lost to Mr. Hyde.

I loose track of time while arguing with myself. As I try to push bad thought and memories into my unconscious. You cannot be Philosophizing about the evolution of human behavior while Jane needs medical attention. My mind drifted to the ceiling and I peered down watching my body crouching next to Jane's