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The true monster.

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Skyons

Published: Sep 5, 2013

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The city was burning.
Ash fell from the heavens like snow.
Women and children pleaded for their husbands and fathers who would never return.
Sky scrappers had been reduced to dust.
Cars hung off buildings like coats on a hanger.
And all the while, he stood there.
He watched.
He had watched it all.
He tried to help, he tried to be a hero.
But alas it was in vain, for he was no hero.
The beast, the monster was too strong.
Its rage too powerful.
Or maybe it was that he was too weak.
He fought with all his little might.
He screamed, he begged it to stop.
But it couldn't.
It wouldn't.
So he watched.
He watched himself transform.
He watched as his body morphed into the unholy beast he really was.
The freak.
The monster.
He watched as he destroyed that city.
And just as the heavens had cried with ash upon that still burning city.
He cried tears of pain along with it.
He was the monster.
The monster was man.

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