[Something within her throbs. Something that she would have described as pitch black in any other place. But it is only that when she doesn't let it in. And here, with the young boy who understands without knowing, Gwen embraces the something. It burns in her stomach in a soft, dark red. Like good wine. Warm and intoxicating and she grins. A similar feeling surging from him, in his breath that burns hot next to her neck.The warm red something in her feeds off of it. It growls with hunger.]
He had life, and moments later he did not. I rid the world of a filthy, nasty, disgusting, and oh it felt so good. Ridding the world of evil. And then I killed a woman, and that was right too. I looked at her and decided that her life was over. And it made me something more. Something greater.