Re: david p/si m
No. It was simply a part of my new existence. At night, I could hear screams wherever they were screamed. I could hear the crunch and groan of death and smell its scent. I would walk, and find myself in places where a person was meeting a long or short end, too old or too young to die, and only in the most violent way. Or I would find them, and they were already cold, but they could tell me where the killer was, where they were counting the money or greeting their spouse. I was designated for those who had no help, who were dead or who would be dead very soon. To be death for them. To be unstoppable and resolute, and circumvent every barrier in their cause.