“I felt him rip right through me. His body shredded mine and the blood flowed. I buckled against the pain and I welcomed it. It felt like I was being f****d with a knife.”
I opened my eyes and saw William. The overhead light still cast a dull orange over my kitchen table. Without a word, I took up a cigarette from my pack of kreteks and I lit it. I breathed deep the sweet taste of clove and inhaled.
I wanted to kill. I wanted my swords. I needed to fight.
William just stared, his mouth open like a dead fish.
I looked at him knowing the cold hate in my eyes and I watched him cringe.
I released another stream of smoke.
William said nothing. He just sat and watched as I smoked.
Sometimes silence is all you can say.
After several long minutes, I smashed out the butt of my cigarette and
