HeroesPrompt: Monster
Dec. 1st, 2009 07:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetasticI feel it deep within
It's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become
The nightmare's jus begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster
Blood pooled on the ground from the wound he inflicted. His victim lay wide-eyed on the floor silently dying. He stood only a moment taking in the damage he caused. Then he was off again to cause more. He couldn't seem to stop himself. The hunger drove him blindly forward, gnawing away inside him.
It was only later-- much, much later-- that Peter looked back and saw what he did.
He could understand why it was called a hunger: he always felt starving for more, and when he got it he was sated for a while. But eventually Peter would want it again. In that way it was like a drug as well. The more he got the more he wanted. Peter got such a rush, it was intoxicating. A part of him knew what he was doing but the hunger was too strong for him.
Peter didn't want to fight it. Not really.
He was the most special. He had all the power. Power felt so good.
But then Peter looked back and saw the blood and death that lay behind him. It would always be there no matter what he did to make up for it. He crossed a line.
Murderer... That was what he was now, and he couldn't escape from it.
It's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become
The nightmare's jus begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster
Blood pooled on the ground from the wound he inflicted. His victim lay wide-eyed on the floor silently dying. He stood only a moment taking in the damage he caused. Then he was off again to cause more. He couldn't seem to stop himself. The hunger drove him blindly forward, gnawing away inside him.
It was only later-- much, much later-- that Peter looked back and saw what he did.
He could understand why it was called a hunger: he always felt starving for more, and when he got it he was sated for a while. But eventually Peter would want it again. In that way it was like a drug as well. The more he got the more he wanted. Peter got such a rush, it was intoxicating. A part of him knew what he was doing but the hunger was too strong for him.
Peter didn't want to fight it. Not really.
He was the most special. He had all the power. Power felt so good.
But then Peter looked back and saw the blood and death that lay behind him. It would always be there no matter what he did to make up for it. He crossed a line.
Murderer... That was what he was now, and he couldn't escape from it.