I am staring absolute evil in the eyes.
Do I feel fear?
For some reason, I seem to have grown far more stronger than I could possibly be. If there is something that I should fear, then it is the knowledge of that. The knowledge that my body is changing, and I would love to say that it is beyond my control, but much rather beyond my knowledge.
And it is with this knowledge that I can confidently glance over my shoulder and call after Connor, "Give me that enchanted weapon of yours."
Well, I do not know if he is laughing at me or trying to talk me down, but with mere hesitant steps, he comes towards me. The beast is standing his ground firm with horrific sounds coming from his chest. With each hiss he makes, the poor teenagers break lose in their own fit of screams.
Now, I have had about had enough of this battle. This should not be nearly so impossible to catch a thing that was once a man.
