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"Your downfall will come,
Not by my hand,
But by the consequences of your own actions.
I'll just be the one to point them out." ~Araneae Ruber
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MEANWHILE, STANNARD had sweat dripping down his body. He felt odd as he exercised. Just the usual push up as Ashby counted for him. To Stannard, his body felt different, a lot heavier, but didn't mean it slowed him down or anything. In fact, it only got him getting faster in his running.
Other than the day he nearly collapsed from a sudden pain and muttering Luella's name, there was nothing actually wrong with him. He still ate raw and uncooked meat, and sometimes he drank the blood.
Normal.
Very normal.
Not!