Part One
Prologue- 'Am I The Beast You Visualised?'
Isaac Hanson didn't care any more. Too much information swirled in his head, it hurt to try to even try thinking straight. Let alone touch the memories of last night. It hurt too much. Something inside of him told him to scream, to cry and soon somebody will make it better. But who? Who could possible make it better? Those guys that did this to him? Unlikely. They enjoyed it. They loved it. And not only did they like it a small voice in his head told Isaac he liked it too. Isaac felt sick to the stomach at that thought. He didn't like it. He couldn't like it.
But he did. And if he did he was as bad those guys last night. And that made him want to just end it then and there. That was what made him refuse to go home. He refused to see anybody who knew him. They might see straight through and see who he was now. It took one night for Isaac to completely change everything about him. And it hurt so much to know.
Even though he was filled with a billion thoughts plaguing him, he still knew one big feeling was hunger. And he wasn't about to do anything about it. He couldn't. There was no way he'd do anything about it. But... It hurt. It was painful. He was still hungry. Even after...
He wandered through an alley way. Maybe he belonged there now? What use was it to walk into light? Power was a strong feeling also. And that hurt him. He couldn't hate what he was doing like every other human on this earth. Human...
One of the shadows emerged into a man. He shoved Isaac against a wall and drew a knife. But Isaac didn't feel any fear. None at all.
"Money. Now."
Isaac didn't try anything. The guy would think he was afraid. Not at all.
The guy tried to use his weapon but a force knocked him down. He hadn't expected a fight. He should be stronger than his victim, like always. But he felt a sickening pain arise and then disappear. He felt himself weaken and weaken then slumped down. His last thoughts were 'what was that...?' And nobody could answer him.
Isaac stood up and felt a little shaky. But still not afraid. Defence. That was all it was. That guy was going to kill him, he had to do something, right? He waited for an answer but none came.
He wiped the blood from the sides of his mouth and slowly made his way back home.
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