Hurt

"Lucy tried warnin' me about doin' it. She tried pulling me away from doing the thing that I'll regret for my whole damned life. She tried protecting her sister despite putting up with her bullshit. She wouldn't sell her out no matter what. Luan is still family. I understood that. But not at the moment, because who am I to listen? It's not like I'm the listening type, so I'd just do what I do best, 'cuz that's the best at what I do, and it always ain't nice. I've done worse, and this is only cute compared to all that I done. 

I gave in to my rage, my inner animal instinct that always kept me alive, survive, and walk away with my mind intact, but at what cost? Anyway, this all happened just as I assumed that whoever hurt the goth kid will get a taste of that wild animal, and I assumed it was another fucking psycho begging to be met with death. That's what I assumed, at least, until it was too almost goddamn late. I lunged in with no regard for my own safety and dignity, knowing who I am, I'll keep on comin' and comin' until they were dead or I was. That proved to be Luan's mistake in April fucking Fools, 'cuz I don't fuck around, and no one fucks with me.

I broke into that motel that I stayed, and, being forced to navigate throughout the unpredictable booby traps, it's a pain in my ass. I had to put up with literally anything, I mean who the hell even made a gelatin dome this fucking huge and placed it just outside? 

I didn't let the humiliation get me. I kept coming and coming. After I slaughtered by way throughout the bullshit, from monkeys, to skunks, and even goddamn bobcats, I was able to come up with a plan to lure out this asshole. By cutting the wires in the elevator, which is part of the game, I ambushed the one responsible for hurtling bleach on the goth kid. But it wasn't what I thought it was... It was just a kid. A kid just a few years older than the runt's jock sister. I can tell simply because she smelled exactly like the runt, Lincoln. And she looked at me with fear, fear of gettin' skewered by the beast's claws. She had tried to make fun of a wild animal, and paid the price.

But I wasn't like that. I wasn't a complete monster. Even this monster's gotta have standards. Beatin' a kid a few pegs for gettin' outta line or for bustin' my balls is one thing, but I simply find the idea of murderin' a kid to satisfy blind rage, disgusting. All to remind myself why... I shouldn't be staying with the runt's, and the goth kid's, family.

Poor Luan, she expected me to be that jock shithead, but she didn't expect to run afoul, of something else, worse."

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