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January 4, 2016

A Little Something

The thing coiled in his chest. He could feel it moving. It was restless and had been for weeks. He wanted to hate it but he couldn’t. It gave him power and made him strong.
The pile of gore cooling at his feet was proof.
He smiled and it pulsed. There was pain but he didn’t cry out. It felt good and his smile widened.
“Not long now…”
The words came from his throat but they weren’t his.
His smile faded.