The last fox.
A bloody hand. Who´s hand is this?. A killer?. A monster?. It´s my hand, im bleeding. But i feel nothing. Im just standing here, bleeding.
I look at my legs. Legs?. Those aren´t my legs. Im just a cripple that refused to stay in a wheelchair. These complicated piles of titanium, synthetic muscles and gears aren´t my legs. Maybe they are?.They are my legs now. They are a bloodthirsty beast´s legs.
I Touch my face. I´m wearing a mask so my enemies imagine an impassive face while they are being torn apart. And that is indeed what hides behind this mask, an impassive, expressionless, indifferent. What in the hell have i become? A psychopathic bloodthirsty monster.
There is someone else here. My vision cant focus on anything else. He´s wearing a white armor. Is he the one who will finally finish