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Posted 16 February 2003 - 05:01 PM

What Makes a Monster? Chapter 6

Kane tried his new ability out several more times in the days following his dream, on a young boy he found unconscious in the street, on a courtesan he had stabbed in the neck and was slowly bleeding to death, on a man he pick pocketed and on a stray cat he found in an alley. In every case except the man, his victims died. The man was only injured, but still badly. Therefore, Kane soon came to a conclusion. With his new ‘spell’ he could kill the young, the weak and the dying, but could only injure the strong and healthy. Although he would have preferred to be able to kill anyone, just having that sort of power pleased him. But, even though he liked it, Kane still found himself lying awake at night wondering where it came from and why it had happened to him. He had never truly believed in the Gods, especially after he had lost Lucie, but he could not figure out where else his power could have come from. It was a complete mystery to him and it was also rather unnerving.

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All too soon yet another winter came by. It had been almost a year since his mother and sister had died and Lucie was always at the back of his mind, but he barely thought about them any more. He was more concerned about surviving the winter on the streets.

He was right to be concerned. When the wind blew and the rain came down, there was nowhere to run. At nights he crouched in his corner, curled up in a ball to try and keep himself warm and protect himself against the wind. But it was little use. It was so cold that he barely got any sleep and he was once more struck by the illness that had claimed his sister almost a year before. His head hurt, he felt constantly dizzy and he was coughing up blood. But this time he had no shelter and it was too cold for him to try and rest outside. All he could do was what he had always done. Just get up and get on with it, trying hard to earn enough money to buy a little food and try to keep it down. He felt thirsty often too, but fresh water was hard to come by. When he got desperate he was reduced to drinking out of puddles, but he disliked doing that and would not do it unless he really had to. After a few days of this, the illness really began to take its toll and some days he was too weak to move. They were the days when Kane became convinced that he was going to die, that whether he liked it or not, his time was almost up.

One day, when he had forced himself to get up and go in search of some gold, he got into a fight with another boy, just slightly older than himself. For the first time ever since he had started fighting, he lost. As the boy hit him in the stomach, Kane stumbled back, tripped over and fell. The side of his head collided with the cobblestones and everything went black…




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