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"Their betrayal was the storm that tore me apart; now I am the tempest that will drown them." ~Araneae Ruber.
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County of Langston
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STANNARD CLAWED at the ground. "Chain… Chain. Where are the chains."
He stumbled to his feet. Moving left and right, he swayed like he was drunk.
Stannard continued muttering. Chain… Chain… Chain.
Finally, he found it. Just touching it, was able to give him part of his common sense back.
But it wasn't gone fully. He still wanted to kill, the need to kill. The need to drink blood.
… Blood?
… Blood?
… Blood!!!
Scrambling to his feet, he rushed to the food Meredith sent to him. In one of them, there was raw meat. Still filled with— and dripping with blood, Stannard without hesitation placed it in his mouth.