Fenrir

I had a dream about a wolf.

The wolf was a monster by its very nature but that was a fact it could not accept. So it sought out people it thought could help it understand itself so it could better itself and learn to repress urges the world at large would view as bad or monstrous.

What it found was pain and betrayal. The wolf was caged. Tortured. Experimented on in the mindless pursuit of causeless knowledge. Man is always so quick to try to know what they can't truly grasp.

Its debatable if what entered that building was a foul beast or simply a wolf, but what broke out was a monster. Angry. Hungry for vengeance. Desperate to see what it considered to be justice.

And the wolf found allies. First among the morally ambiguous, then amongst those others would consider good. But for all his efforts and all he did with all his power for what he had been taught was right, his involvement only seemed to make things worse and get his friends and loved ones killed.

In the wake of possibly losing the one person left that he held dear, the wolf gave into its darker nature and fed on those that posed as a threat to her safety.

But the damage was done... she would never be okay again... and she would never be unable to see the wolf as anything but a monster again.

But at that point he didn't care anymore. When he gave in and started to feed himself in all the horrific ways he had denied himself before, she stopped being a thing he loved and started being a trinket. A trophy of his victory, not too unlike the pile of bodies he now called his bed.

The world would forever curse him and call him a monster. But he would know better. He knew that he was one of their betters. That they were lowly little humans. Men. Mortals. All of them, just animals.

But he was God and this was his right, to be strong and tower above all before him and feed on whatever he liked.

Which was everything, but the poor girl at his side.

It was quite a nightmare.

I'm a fucking action hero

Since you're reading this, we're obviously both still alive, Fracture. You failed. Again. Fuck you.

For everyone who isn't fuck face, this is how it went down. After my last post, we got a threat from Fracture saying that we'd be dead before we hit the border. So he knew we'd gone down to Mexico, good for fucking him, right? I wasn't too worried, though I kept my guard up because doing otherwise would have just been stupid.

I have to admit, I was not expecting the attack to come at a random gas station in the middle of nowhere. But it did. A group of them came at us while we'd split up to refuel and get more food and shit. I killed the three after me without too much difficulty, then I had to go save Sloth's ass. Again. He's surprisingly high maintenance for someone who's managed to survive as long as he has.

We thought that was the end of it, but then we discovered that one of them had stolen our car. Which they immediately tried to use to run us down. Cowardly shitstain. We got the hell out of the way, and the guy drove off with our car and our supplies. I stole another car and we took off, aiming at that point to get away long enough to stitch up our wounds and shit. No such luck, our old car and a couple others came tearing after us.

I outran the other two cars, but our old car was hot on our tail, so I gave Sloth the driver's seat while still tearing down the highway, swapped over, and shot out a tire on our old car. It was at this point that I realized we needed to get our shit back if we could manage it, so Sloth did a very tidy turn around and got me close to the old car. This is where shit got really intense. I darted out of the car, across the highway to our old car, while the other two cars caught up and started shooting at me. I managed to not get shot while I crossed, then used the car door from the old car to protect myself while I pulled shit out of the car. The idiots from the other cars got out to try to shoot me, while I darted back across the highway to Sloth, and we sped off leaving the idiots in the dust.

We're gonna be juuust fine. I guess your people are as stupid as you are, fuckhead.

Gotcha, motherfucker!

So we win. Sloth and I did a good job of vanishing and apparently staying out of shit, right? I'm betting you still have no idea where we are. I mean, you've been distracted with 'more important' things and being a COMPLETE FUCKING MORON about them.

Newsflash, fuckhead. Neither he nor I are traitors to anyone but you. It's kind of fucking pathetic how convinced you are that everything you're doing is exactly what the skinny bastard wants. Your selfish, revenge fueled vendetta is what's getting your people killed. Not our betrayal. That's why the Masks took our side. God your fucktarded.

Your move, bitch