two sides of the same coin;
alpha, at his core, has always been vengeful, has always held that same unbridled scorn in his heart. it’s been both his driving force and the demon eating him alive, and honestly, he’s not sure he’d trade it for anything. at this point, after all the expressions of horror etched into the backs of his eyelids, after all the screams that haunt him when he lays down to sleep at night, there’s no greater comfort than knowing he’s justified in his hatred. had it not been for the careless deaths of his parents, alpha knows he would have grown up to be just as peaceful as they had been. but now, he’s too far down the rabbit hole to ever dream of getting out. at some point, the bloodstains just don’t come out anymore, and alpha has learned this firsthand.
with most humans, alpha doesn’t tend to waste his time with aggression, at most a glare if he’s feeling particularly feisty. it’s always more convenient for him to blend in and play pretend just like they do, albeit unknowingly. the ones he will waste his energy on, however, are the ones who would inevitably force his hand anyways. the ones who get his blood pumping, who send his pulse roaring in his ears. the ones who murder for sport, for glory, for no more than their fucking hero complex. people like those, alpha can’t quite bring himself to feel even a shred of sympathy for. not when they treat the deaths of innocents as little more than a number, as a consequence for being born. himself, not so much of course. alpha had sealed his own murderous fate at the tender age of fourteen and never looked back.
he’d been tainted far too much to dream of redemption now. back then, when he’d still been innocent enough to think that someday, somehow, there would be a way for humans and ghouls to live without such prejudices. but he knows now, as long as there is fear, there will never be peace. it’s that same fear that has his body coiled, rinkaku poised to strike the girl below him. if anything, he thinks, she’s the monstrous one. and that is, ultimately, how he justifies the smile that spreads on his lips when she pulls out her quinique. though alpha can’t quite place his finger on why it is that there’s drool pooling at the corners of his mouth, a pleased little laugh slipping past his lips when he feels the weapon graze him. it’s certainly one way to feel alive, he supposes.
alpha has never been the most agile, nor has he been the best when it comes to strategizing in a fight, but in a partially enclosed space like the one they’re in, he knows that if he can just corner her, if he can stick one of the appendages of his rinkaku through her body and listen to the pretty scream it would earn him then, well. he might manage to win this time. of course, he enjoys playing with this particular prey a little too much- enjoys the way she responds when he asks her what she’s so afraid of because, “don’tcha know we’re one and the same?”
alpha gives a soft little laugh that tapers into a feral sounding snarl, head cocking in a way that befits his canine mask. “let me guess- your parents probably died at the hands of some evil evil ghouls. didn’t they? well im gonna letcha in on a lil secret- a real special one between you ‘n me-” he lunges forward then, hesitating before her for just a moment. “you’re just like them. you orphan children every fucking day and you don’t even bat an eyelash. so why, exactly, should you be fucking special and exempt from being a monster, just like the rest of us?”
