A guttural growl comes from the beast as he grips at the destroyed carcass of a wagon, its shattered remains shuddering with the weight of the beast as he leaps over it, his spear clutched in a hand as he moves with a feral fervour, lunging forward with a savage grin on his face. I feel numb, oh so numb, but I manage to bring my shield up to my chest, the tipper of his spear clanging off it with a shrieking sound, metal striking metal. My ears flattens against my neck as the shrieking noise echoes into the air, shoving myself into him, my shield smashing against his chest.

I just want space, please get away from me you fucking thing. He stumbles backwards and into the ruined wagon, the charred bits of wood bending underneath his weight. I step away from the beast as he recovers, my chest heaving with a nervous breath as I twist my head to look around. I heard steps, there were others here and approaching, more beastly mutts, where are they? I know they're fucking here!

'Hey fuck nugget, how bout you calm down and focus on the prick in front of us? You're the one that got us into this mess again, you're gonna get us out of it.'

What!? What the fuck do you mean 'calm down'? These fuckers just ate someone, what the fuck!? Oh god, they're gonna eat my next, I'm next! I try my best to focus on the keidran as he rises from the ruins, his snout curled into a snarl as he barks, the snarl staining his face as he holds his spear in two hands, his beady eyes squinting as he keeps his distance. Has he learned his lesson? What's he doing? The hair on the back of my neck stands on end as a troubled feeling stirs in my chest, out of the side eye, another being appears, a brown furred thing. Fantastic, the fucking dishonourable coward's friends appeared. Fucking beasts, fuck fuck fuck!

'More from behind.'

A shuddering huff pushes itself out of my chest as I hear movement from behind me, a quick twist of the head to see a crouching wolf, another brown one. My heart thunders in my chest as I shiver, looking to the initial kiedran with a grimace. The snarl on his face almost looks smug, an accomplished look from the bastard. Fuck, fuck fuck fuck, why did I do this? Why did I try to be a mother fucking hero? Zeke you dumb mother fucke-

'Focus you walking fucking mistake!'

Adrians shouting abruptly brings me out of my thoughts, gritting my teeth together as I shield another stab from the black beast, a shaky hand swinging at him with my blade, the beast pulling backwards before it connects. My teeth chatter as he lets out a low howl, the keidran circling around me with a sneer on his face. I look around, the others are doing the same, I've been fucking surrounded by these things. My chest clenches as my breathing hastens, oh god, fuck fuck. This isn't good, this isn't fun, this isn't fighting with Edward, these are fucking animals that want to kill me. What do I do?

'You fight back, you beat them, you win. I don't know why I need to say this to an adult, let alone you, but this isn't a friendly scrap with a friend. This is a fight to the death.'

But, I don't want to kill them, surely I can scare them off right? Beat the leader, the rest disappear? Is that how wolves work? Why can't I remember? Why do I feel the need to tear them apart?

'Bah, you're as savage as these fuckers, I'm ashamed to be a part of you.'

My eyes sting as I twist my head left and right, the keidran a blur through the tears that stain my vision, teeth chattering as my heart continues to thunder in my chest. Adrian, please help me, I don't like this anymore.

'..Pfah, you know I'm always here to help you, always have been. You need to calm down before they strike, luckily for you, they're playing with their food for whatever reason, I reckon they're getting off to this in a way.'

I take in a deep breath as I shake my head, clearing my thoughts and the tears. Alright, fuck, I'll try Adrian, what next?

'Well, we're in the open and alone, and the only eyes that you have in the back of your head is me. I suppose it could be worse, behind you.'

I stand upright and twist behind me, another spearhead glancing off of the flat of my shield, a renewed feeling of fervour in my chest as I take a step forward, driving the edge of my blade into the keidrans leg. It lets out a pained howl as it scoots away, growling as it holds its spear in two hands with a limp. The other two growl in tandem, the nervous feeling returning and burrowing itself into my chest.

'They're not too different from humans, you could've gone for a more deadly strike there to put it out of the fight.'

Fuck, I think I might've poked the hornets nest here. Do you think that I can manage this without a casualty? As long as I stay in control, I can drive them off and out of the way for the rest of the group, Mabel especially. I just need to be in control of this, I need to be in control.

'You're fucking joking right? You've seen these pricks eating people, they're animals and savages that don't deserve to live.'

The mental conversation's cut short as the black one rushes forward, arms raised high with his snarl still on his face, the faint sound of feet against dirt to my side forcing my ears to twitch.. I feel my eyes squint as I block the strike, sliding past him and driving my shield into his side, shoving him into his oncoming friend. A delighted feeling ignites in my chest as they collide, okay, this is okay, or at least better than before. The two bark and one another in their guttural language, a displeasured look on their face before they turn to me. They're simple, they're so fucking simple, if they actually used the element of surprise, I don't think I'd be standing.

They're fucking animals who only know to beat their sticks into others skulls.

A smile creeps onto my face as I stare up to them, the limping one moving into a blinded charge again. I shift myself to the right, the tip of the spear sliding past me as I step forward once more. Spears, they're so boring to fight. The keidrans pained grunt fills my eyes as I drive the edge of my shield into his stomach, the once tall standing looking man dropping onto his knees, a hateful look in his eyes as he looks up to me, what feels like a melancholic fog falling onto my mind.

...Maybe Adrians right? Maybe my heart's right? These are terrible abhorrent people who've done awful deeds, and in a world like this they wouldn't be brought to justice anyways, who's to say that they wouldn't take my mercy as a second chance to do what they want? These, these things, they're not really human, are they? They're keidran.

Maybe he has a point, they're just animals, minnows with no real purpose in the greater scheme of things. Cutting them down now would be a mercy to others, they're just keidran. Who else would they harm if they were given the chance? Women, children? Would they laugh in their simple minded barks as they scream for mercy? If they'd eat the corpses of their enemies, I wouldn't want to imagine what they'd do to the ones that still live.

Maybe that man has a point… what was his name again? The guardsman? Everything feels so light and cold, the fog continues to weigh on my mind, I, he's important right? I'm meant to know that dude. I don't want him to die, whatever his name might be. I don't want to die, I don't want to die! Not again, not to the dark depths! No, there's someone else isn't there? Am I forgetting them? It was some girl, she was important right? Or, is she important? I think she is, is that why she lingers on my mind so much?

What would they do to her, if they got their grimy little hands on her? I can't let that happen, not now and not ever.

Something snaps, and all of those worries feel so meaningless. I know what I need to do.

I look down to the feral being with a sneer, an elated feeling flooding my veins, twisting my blade in my hands before driving it into its chest. Its paws clutches at my sword feebly, emotions I care not to understand fluttering behind its eyes as I wiggle it within its chest. It's 'friends' stare on for whatever reason, perhaps their basic mind derived delight from this? My smile widens as the savage gurgles, wriggling the blade within his chest for a few moments longer before dragging it out of him. An odd yet welcoming feeling in my chest as I slowly draw my sword its chest, the blood coating steel dripping off of it and into the dirt beneath us as it whimpers, tears filling and clouding its once hate filled eyes as I raise my blade up high, a single downward swipe hacking into the mutts skull. I leave it embedded there for a few moments longer, the squishy squelching that comes from it as I force the blade to jiggle inside it, slowly dragging it out once more. Blood flows from the opened wounds freely, staining the ground a gorgeous bloody red, mixing with the dirt beneath us. The corpse thuds against the road, a puft of dirt rising from the impact as I flick my wrist, the blood from the thing that coats my steel is a disgusting muddied one, best to clean it as well as possible in the moment lest it manages to corrupt the metal.

I stare at the remaining two with a proud and warm feeling in my limbs, raising the tip of my sword upwards, jabbing the tip of it towards their chest.

"You're next." I declare to them with a determined tone in my voice as I ready myself, shield covering the front of me as I hold my trusted friend by my side. No doubt that these things don't understand me, but the growls that come from them fills me with glee. If they truly cared, they'd have stepped in sooner, do these things even feel emotions beyond their basic ones? The buzzing in the back of my skull returns and burns in my mind, but won't heed its call, I know what I'm doing. I won't give these animals another moment to continue their despicable and mindless campaign.

A low snicker forces itself through my throat as the dark one continues to bark its needless chattering to his insignificant subordinate, whatever low minded scheming these wastes can muster. They continue to hold their distance, spear tips raised and prepared to be lodged into my chest. Tsk, fucking spears, they really are fucking boring, cowardly weapons for a cowardly group of people. If they're not coming to me, I'll go to them instead!

I grip my sword and board in hand as the muscles in my leg tense, pushing myself forward and straight into them, keeping my shield in front of me. I feel my smile widen as the lesser brown mutt panics, dropping their metal stick as they grab at their leader. They're fucking frightened, as they should be. There's a humming noise that fills my ears as my vision turns blue, shaking off the distractions as I reach them. The leaders dropped his spear tip to bark at the other, neither are prepared any more. Tsk, I was hoping for a fight.

A flash of blue blinds my vision as I take a swing at them, lacking both the sound and feeling of impact, of steel slicing flesh. I growl to myself as I squeeze my eyes shut, rubbing at them hastily to clear the blinding light before looking around, the blood in my veins burning as I feel myself grimace.

"Cowards! Mutts! Disgusting filthy things!" I screech aloud as I twist and turn, ignoring the frothing of my own mouth. Where are they? Where'd they go? Don't run from a fight you insignificant whelps, this is a fight to the death, for whatever meaningless honour you things have left! I stifle a grunt as a pained clutching feeling wraps itself around my skull, reaching up and squeezing at my skull with a hand. No! Don't you dare disturb my job! There's a creeping feeling that skitters up my spine, my heart skipping a beat as the chill that it brings reaches its apex. My sword hand shakes, squeezing the hilt of it does little to lessen it, no! I know what I'm doing, these scattered cannibalistic monsters deserve this! If you're not helping me, then you're as worthless as the rest of them.

A smile creeps on my face, a tingling and warm feeling returning to my chest as I stand upright, the niggling that continues to slither in my heads at least good for something. I twist behind me to stare at the bastards, the dust beneath them kicked up as they stand beside their friends corpse, the black furred leader hunched over the still body. Teleportation, huh? I'd be impressed if they were more worthy, and if it could be pushed further. Such limitations from a common keidran, bound to the equivalent of mana crystal scraps. The brown furred ones snout opens and closes in what seems like a chant as he glows blue once again, the leaders snarl still plain on his face as he stands upright, spear tip held in front of him.

My eyes linger on the brown one for a few moments longer, a strange feeling stirring in my chest as I examine the magical energies that encircle him, the fingers clutching around my sword and shield feeling numb. I, what? What is this feeling? Am I scared? I growl and shake my head, no, I won't be intimidated by these things, they're not worthy of such a thing. It finishes its incantations, stifling a yelp as I barely move out of the way of a ball of fire, the heat of the flames feeling as if it singes my fur, the smoke that lingers in the air filling my lungs as I glare at them. Tsk, bloody magic users, I'd call them disgusting if I wouldn't feel like a hypocrite from it. Am I to muster up the magic to put it down like its friend? Not from this range, I'd imagine, loath as I am to admit pathetic long range magic capabilities from myself, much to my dismay. Though I wish to separate their heads from their bodies, I'd rather not be caught up with the brute whilst being pelted with magic. That's a foolish venture, I won't dare to lose a drop of blood to these things, what else could I do, though..?

A thought stirs in my mind, the thought turns to an idea, and my lips curl upwards into a snarl as I chuckle to myself. You wish to hide your magic behind your 'friend', huh? It finishes another incantation and tosses another fireball towards me, twisting to move out of the way of the orb, I twist and turn, the muscles in my arm tensing alongside my body as I throw my arm forward, the sword singing in the air as I let go with a heavy swing, it spins and curves in the air, and both the steel and blood that splays from its blade glitters in the sunlight. The larger wolf doesn't react in time, and neither does his comparatively lanky friend, his eyes widening as the blade lodges itself in his chest, his face frozen as he drops to his knees. The black keidran looks on for a split moment before dropping to his friends side, pulling him into his chest as he barks to him.

I can't help but feel… disappointed almost, a small feeling of boredom filling my chest as I look on to the two of them, it almost looks as if they're sharing a moment between each other. Truly? That's how these guardsmen fell? To these simple minded fools who barely know how to not run into their deaths? The only one worthy of actually being looked at would be the more magically inclined one, begrudging as I am to admit it, at least he was smart enough to try to reposition himself. I hum to myself as I flex my hand, the internal leathering of the glove feels heated and warm, maybe I need to handicap myself, to bring myself to their level…

But they're beasts, savage animals with very little going on in their minds, what honour do they deserve beyond their lives to be ended by a superior man? The brown furred one finally falls limp against the black one, it shudders for a brief moment as he clutches at the corpse, looking up to me with hazy looking eyes and a snarl on his face. Hm, I guess they do have some feeling inside their deadened body, the more you know. He grips at the sword that rests inside his friends chest, barking softly to him before pulling it from his body, the corpse falling limply onto the dirt as he holds the blade, drenched in a crimson red as he holds the tip towards my chest, his spear dropping onto the corpse.

A morbid feeling of amusement washes over me as I snicker, I guess it's got a sense of humour, perhaps it'd be a good jester in another life, if not a leader for its motley band in its current one. I hold my shield upright, clenching my hand once more. At least I get to beat another keidran into the dirt, it's been so long, how exciting! Perhaps this might get my heart truly pumping. My smile twitches upwards as he bellows a booming howl, the hitching of his voice mid screeching is not lost on me, hah, perhaps these things are capable of loving thought. I'm genuinely surprised. He lunches forward with a feverous need, desperate yet disheartened sounding growling coming from his throat as he sprints forward. I can't smile at how distraught this brute sounds although it brings me some amusement, entirely due to how simple he continues to act, trying to charge me again? Really?

I sigh and bring myself forward, raising my shield upwards to block the strike. I can't help but continue to feel bored from this, surrounded on all sides should've been an exciting fight to bring them all down, and yet they fell over like chess pieces. The appropriated blade strikes against my shield with a harsh clanging, my eyes going wide as a sudden shock rips down my arm like a bolt of lightning, gritting my teeth as my eyes go wide, dropping my arm and dashing away from the mad beast into a crouching position. It salivates and froths at its muzzle with a ragged and animalistic fury, its lips curled upwards in a savage sneer. I grimace as I feel my arm hang limp, numb and unfeeling to myself, it feels as if the very marrow of my fucking bones been ruptured with that strike, by the fucking masks. It's disgusting and hollow laugh echoes in my ears as they twitch, reaching up with my working arm and gripping at the side of the shield, dragging it from my stunned feeling hand.

I slide my more dominant arm underneath the metal plating, gripping at the straps underneath with a strange need brewing in my chest, letting my now, hopefully temporarily, useless arm fall limp by my side as I hold my useful one up to my chest, staring at the lone survivor with a squinting glare. Heh, maybe this things still got some strength left in its desperate body, I'm almost impressed. Its anguished howl rings out in the air once more, lunging forward with another sense of desperation behind it. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. It goes for another wild and savage swing, it's no different from before, leaning away from the swing with my body, bringing my shield up to block the strike at a softer angle, a glancing blow redirected by the still sturdy metal. I'm not quite sure what this type of shield ought to be good at, but it's acceptable enough at the very least.

The strike goes wide, his aim flying up and away from my body as a grin rises on my face. You're right where I want you brute, all brawn and no dexterity. I shove myself forward with my shield raised, smashing the metal against the bastards snout, a pained whine filling my ears afterwards, a delighted glee filling my chest as he stumbles away on unsteady feet, a hand raised to massage and knead at his bleeding nose. He's too large for his own good, for a hunter of humans like the degenerate bastard he is, I'd have that he'd have something up his sleeve beyond more muscle. I continue to push forward, jabbing the tip of the shield into his side. It doesn't piece his flesh, but the pained grunt that comes from him forces my thundering heart to beat faster and faster, blood pushing through my veins alongside it like a continuous shot of adrenaline. Such a joyous sound, how delightful! Whine for me you cannibalistic waste of skin! My grin widens as the brute beings to flounder with the stolen sword, wildly swinging it his writhing body like a hunk of metal, darting in and away from the bandit, like podding the animal with a metal rod, his angered roars a sweet song in my ears as he finally recuperates properly. A grimace graces my lips as the tip of the blade slices into my chest, digging in and tearing at the poorly made cloth as I barely manage to pull away. I squint as I look down, tugging at the shirt with my shielded hand, the cut going from stomach to shoulder. To think if I were a little bit closer, I'd have lost blood to this waste, I can't let myself be tarnished by this thing.

I furrow my brow as I look up to the panting wolf, the thing heaving and gasping for air, winded from the waste of energy. He pants like the dog that he is as he glares up to me, a twitching hand clutching at the bloodied blade, something about him trying to kill me with the same sword I used on his friends is deliciously poetic. Such an impossible need, how delightful! I roll my shoulder as I try to regain feeling in my left arm, my fingertips twitching to my needs, still far from useful, but at least I can feel something through the numbness of my rattled bones.

Right, I've had enough of this thing, I ought to end it sooner rather than later, and I've just a fine idea for it. The grin on my face feels malicious as I rummage through my pocket, clutching at the crystal within, a dull pulsating feeling travelling up my hand. It's almost soothing in a way, it calms my beating heart, but not the drive of the fire that burns in my chest. I keep it clenched in my hand as I retrieve it, feeling it dig into the leather palm of my glove as I approach. It growls and holds my sword upwards, unsteady and needy takes of breaths forces the weapon to wobble in his shaky hands, grin widening as a flash of blue encompasses my vision, the feeling of the chilly slithering of magic travelling up my arm is a welcome discomfort considering what I require it for.

The mutt continues to heave for air, stepping forth with a warning swipe that goes far too short. I snort and snicker as I continue to approach, the beast backing off as I do so, it's a sword, not a spear you intoxicating feeling of magic brings a dose of pain that shoots through my muddled skull, a confusing but wondrous mix of pleasure and pain that resides by each other as I hold my hands to my chest, blue snake of magic wrapped around them, flickering and building. The beast howls and rushes towards me, it seems that he's still winded, but somewhat recuperated, but it's entirely worthless. For this is magic.

The magic continues to build in my chest, reaching a peak that roars for release. The beast swings once more, a desperation attack to dive for my throat. I jerk to the right to move out of the way, the flat of the blade barely whiffs below my nose , an overpowering stench of what smells like coppery rust emanating from it, teeth barred to the beast in a smirk. I drop my shield, the thudding of the metal on dirt filling my ears as I clutch at his sword hand, tugging it away from me as I raise my now free hand to grasp at his jaw and gripping it tightly. The feel of the fur beneath my gloves is a mattered and messy one, the rabid spittle that drools from him does little to help with that feeling. I freeze for a moment, my limbs feel as if a sudden weight has been latched onto them. This is not the moment for hesitation, this is the moment for a resolution, damn you!

The blue swirl of the magic that surrounds me flares up for a brief moment, a flash of blue ruptures my senses and connection to it for a brief moment, an ear-splitting screeching of a bang filling my ears for a split second before a sickening squelching noise. The furred wrist wrapped in my grasp is torn from me, a stinging feeling in my hand as the limp body soars away from me, a burst of red mist scattered and thrown into the air above, like a bloody curtain raised and splayed into the sky. I stare at the corpse as it clatters into the ground, more dirt clouds kicked up from the pile of meats impact, landing in a crumpled heap. The red mist drops onto the earth, a light coating of it dusting itself onto me along with it. I feel my nose scrunch up as I look down to myself, an odd feeling returning to sit in my chest as I do so. How, how odd, very odd indeed, I didn't think that'd happen, but I'm not going to argue with the results. I hum gently to myself as I lean down, grasping at the blood coated shield with a hand before waltzing over to the corpse, the wet feeling of my paw pads against it feels… off, actually, I feel rather off myself, why did I hesitate? Even for a moment? Mn, how concerning, I'll have to keep an eye on it later.

I grip at the bloodied hilt with a shaky hand and flick the blade away, scattering the thin red sheen into the wind as I shove it into my sheath. I approach stiff carcass and look down to it, a gory messy display replacing his once wolfish skull, the scattered remains of bone and grey meat smattered across the ground, sinew and bone sticking out of the bloody stump. It's crimson blood pools around it, mingling and merging with the dirt, a brown stained concoction the result of it. The rush of the fervour of battle dies down in my veins, a feeling of fatigued weighing on my limbs as my eyelids flicker. I'm, I'm tired. Where'd this feeling come from? Where'd such sadness come from a wolf of all things/

Something stirs in my chest as I look down to the body, bringing up and staring at my shaky hand as I furrow my brow. Why am I shaking? This isn't normal, what's this feeling in my chest? Why does it feel as if a heavy burden was just shoved inside my skull? What's the reason for this abhorrent feeling? I did what was right, I put down people who would willingly do evil to other beings. I did what was right, but Jesus Christ do I feel wrong.

A flare of pain ignites in my skull, gritting my teeth as I grunt and press that unsteady hand up to my head, clutching at it desperately. I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head to clear those thoughts, opening my eyes to a blurred vision, a sniffle escaping my maw as I wipe at my eyes. I look down to my hands, the brown leather stained with droplets of water that wetten it. I, what? What is this? Why am I crying, there's nothing to cry about, is there?

I feel a grimace force itself on my face as I wipe the tears off of my shirt, a choking feeling rising in my throat alongside the bile, swallowing the acidic spit disdainfully. Another sniffle forces itself out of my throat as my vision blurs again, reaching up and swiping away the tears as best as I can. Each swipe only forces more to come up from it, my breathing turning into a wheezing gasping for air as I look down to the bloody mess that I've caused.

Oh god, what have I done? I did what was right, right? Might makes right, I used my might to make it right, such savages wouldn't have listened to reason, though they wouldn't deserve it anyways. Was there another way? There must've been some way, right? Would that have mattered though? This is the path I've chosen, and I believe it to be right.

Is that actually true? Oh my god, what does this make me now? Am I a savage, a brute? But why would I think that? I've just done what was needed, and these animals needed to be put down. They deserved nothing more than that. Tsk, by the masks, they were nothing more than reprobates that deserved to be put into the dirt, my actions were warranted, the glee I derived from it just means that I enjoy giving them their just deserts.

Why am I thinking like this? Why am I thinking like this?

A screech rips from my throat as pain thunders in my skull, the fog that weighs on my mind dissipates for a brief moment, returning again with its warm and welcoming embrace, dropping to my knees, the thudding of the dirt striking my ears with a dull noise, a stinging and relieving hiss of pain from it.

I, why am I here again? What's going on? Where did I come from? Who was I looking for again? They were important right? They have to be, they MUST be, why else do I remember them? Was I here for them, on their behalf? I, I love them right? That's why I did it. But, they're not in any more danger now, right? There's no one here, I'm all alone once more. The rage that bellows in my chest dies down with my beating heart, looking down to the dirt with a fuzzy vision. My limbs feel as if they're stuffed with lead in my bones, my head feels heavy as I forced myself to look up to a blur of black and red. My eyes widen at the remains of the man, falling onto my hands as a nauseous feeling tears through my throat, feeling my cheeks bulge as a rancid tasting bile pours out of my throat, a short and bitter feeling burst of a vomit, a mix between brown and green coating the dirt. A sickening taste lingers in my mouth as I push myself back onto my knees, one hand wiping away the filth that sticks to my lips while the other wipes away the blurry vision from tears.

I, what am I doing here? What happened? Why does the stench of blood permeate the air? A feeling of dread building up in my chest as I continue to stare at the body in front of me. Who is that? Who did this? Was, was it me? Did I do that? That, no, that's not possible. I wouldn't have done something like this, would I?

Adrian, Adrian? Are you there? What's going on? What happened?

I bite at the inside of my cheek, a coppery taste on my tongue as my eyes remained glued to the corpse. Adrian? I open my mouth to try to speak, but a feeble croaking gag is all that comes from my throat, a freezing feeling wrapping around my body like a soul sucking blanket. I barely feel myself raise a hand to my face, I can barely feel the impact of it colliding with my skull too, everything feels so numb.

Silence echoes in my mind, there's no one there. I can't hear him, I can't hear anyone else. I'm alone. Another punch does little to bring feeling to me, my arm hanging limp by my side. I wheeze and struggle to stand onto my feet, a mix between confusion and remorse sealing my mouth shut as I look down to the body. My stomach turns as I look to the bloody stump, tearing my eyes away from the grizzly sight, looking around to see the other bodies that lay beside him. I look to the bloodied blade thrown to the side, looking down to my trembling hand as I unclench, a cracking noise audible to my ears as I gaze to the blue crystal. Its power throbs dully, a tingling sensation in my hand.

Memories rush and flash in my mind, my eyes widening as the pain returns, a throbbing thundering one that forces my body to shudder. Oh my god, I did this. That was me, I fucking murdered them.

That word echoes in my skull, murderer murderer murderer, feeling leaving my body as I fall limp, falling backwards and staring up to the sky, the once blue sky looks dull and greying.

My eyelids feel heavy as they weigh down on my eyes, rapidly flickering open and closed. Darkness washes over my eyes, a cold feeling pressing against my lungs.

What would they think of me now, would I be hated? I'm a murderer, there's nothing heroic or noble about that.

...I'm tired, I'm so so tired.