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Amity was the cold, steady gaze of a double-barreled shotgun, bearing down. She was the glint of pinprick pupils gleaming through a night-lit window, the rythmic blast of a door left banging in a gale wind. The slither of a flesh-flayed limb beneath a bed skirt, a welcome note etched in blood. Amity's forever was reflected in the glimmering edge of an ax, in the rushing footprints, the twitching tail, the brushing fingertips of a zephyr, a ..
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But every once in a while, I could be normal. I could be the way other people are all the time. I could be nice. Once in a while.
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I thought then that Amity was already all mine. I didn't realise it was actually the other way around.
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There's probably a fancy doctor's term for it, some chemical misfires in my brain that make me who I am. But, plainly put, it's this: I am evil. And I don't mind at all.
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But the gun was here. Cold, solid steel against my palm. I wrapped one finger around the trigger. And smiled.
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Amity's inhuman. More than human. And she's inside of me. I'm inhuman right now, too.
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