The Incident

I don't know why I went with him?
He wasn't my type, at all.
So pale and thin.

At the time he seemed so ... sexy.
Overpowering.

He lead me out the back, through the fire exit door, into the alley behind the club.

I hardly noticed.
His eyes ...
so ...

but then it changed ...
his grip so cruel
nearly tearing my hair out
as he forced my head back ...

I came to myself
why was I here?
It wasn't like me.
It wasn't something I would do?

I struck.

Everything seemed so different then.
He seemed to just crumple.
He seemed so different.

Pale and ... and ... ferret like,
and weak.

I kicked him again.
It was as if his bones were brittle.
The slightest strike broke.
It felt so good.
Powerful.
I didn't want to stop.

His skull was like chalk.
Nothing left but an empty envelope.

I saw his teeth.
So long ...
I understood then.

We've formed a band.
A gang.
We protect the innocent.
Those that aren't strong enough to realise the truth.
Those that can't SEE.

We go out nights searching for them.
Now that we know.
It's our duty.