"Doctor"
Is that really what you are calling yourself? Doctor, like you haven't killed everyone around you. Do you really think the town will survive if you're the one on their side? Owen doesn't care about you, he just wanted to see if you'd be dumb enough to give him your blood. You can't save him. He could never be saved by someone like you.
((Woah OPEN STSRTWD TO ANY TOWNIE OR ANYONE AROUND))
Killer
There it was again, that one word.
Kill
He was a monster, he knew it, but it felt more real this time. Owen didn't love him... Abolish, surely he didn't either...
"I'm... I'm not on the towns side." He said, hands shaking. "I'm not, I'm on my own." He looked up, catching sight of himself in the mirror, his tortured green eye, the scars lining his face, his ragged beard. He wasn't whole anymore. There was no kidding himself.
His hand flew, and the reflection shattered, a million pieces of him falling to the floor.













