No Answers, Just Options

“What do I have to do, Ross? How do I get out of this?” I asked the wise old man. His wife came back with some freshly brewed tea and handed me a cup. I scooted up in my seat and leaned forward, “I can’t help the cravings. I’m sick of being this monster—this thing.”

“I’m sorry—” Ross took a sip and looked at his wife.

“The curse cannot be undone—your family fucked up and you’re paying the price.” Diana laughed and took a sip in unison with Ross. Both of them were frustrating… I just wanted to know how to get out of this damn mess. No one seemed to be able to help me. “But you could probably grab some supplies uptown that’ll settle Legion’s hunger when you transition.”

“Is there anyone that can actually help—” I realized my harshness, “no offense.”

“Not tonight, honey. Nobody is helping you with your risk level. Tomorrow look for Harrison—this little hairy boy who live not too far out.” Diana said.

“The butcher uptown will sell you raw shit no question asked!” Ross yelled behind me as I left.

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