Not Human.
I stare at the bottle like it might unveil all of it’s secrets to me; like the face of Selena might pop out of it to tell me her true intentions in brewing such a dangerous potion. She’d wanted us to survive —at all costs. Why? Had she glimpsed a future; a fate that none of us had even thought of yet?
My brain thinks of the story of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, of the fictional Hulk, and it’s almost impossible to not let a grim, bitter smile slip. When had my life turned into a dramatic story?
I shake my head and pocket back the vial.
Fauna will undoubtedly come for it. I knew it for sure, as much as I knew that things had to end soon. We can’t— I can’t keep playing a game of mouse and cat with my sister. All roads had led us here; and now it’s time to end it all. When I’d ask A
