Caliban

by Kin-outcast1

I was serving drinks at the Ninth Circle when I felt it again. The urge ... And it was strong. Way too damn strong.

6. Chapter 6

I didn't sleep, but somehow – the nightmares came anyway.

I am Caliban, they whispered. I could see the mass again, swimming, bright red and eating me alive. My monster genes, my monster blood, saying, My name is Caliban.

I knew that voice. I remembered it from when I was thirteen, and would lie in bed and listen to it and agree with it, and whisper into scary darkness, "Yes, alright, my name is Caliban."

I wasn't quite so obliging these days. "Cal," I ground into my pillow.

Caliban.

"Shut the hell up. I will not be controlled."

But the nightmares only laughed.