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Killer Instinct

She�s afraid
Afraid to love
Afraid to hurt
Afraid of her past
Afraid
Afraid of herself
Of what she can do
Of what she�s capable of
Of her lightning fast reflexes
Her enhanced vision
Her heightened senses
She�s afraid to be herself
To let the monster out
She�s knows she�s different
She doesn�t know why
She slaughters
Slaughters innocent people
She hates herself for it
Yet there�s something there
Something about the feeling of taking lives into her own hands
She holds their very being in her hands
She decides
How, when, where
It�s the feeling of being in control
A feeling she wasn�t used to
Was it the screams of pure terror?
Or the feeling of the cool metallic blood dripping down her body
Whatever it was, it created a rush
It triggered something inside of her
Something dark
In her eyes it was a game
Either kill, or be killed