My Evil System

[BONUS]

I hurried towards my territory without care, almost slipping from the mud several times. It didn't matter, even if I was wet from the rain. Bigger concerns were weighing my mind.

Upon reaching the door, I heard the others' chatter and laughter.

For some reason, I turned the knob to open the door as quietly as I could.

"I don't think we should have done this."

I heard Megu's voice amidst the others. Her soft and mellow voice could easily be distinguished.

"Then don't eat it," Sheryl snapped. "More for us then."

"But . . . Cross will be mad if he learns about this."


Emi scoffed. "We can just blame the boys. They haven't been bringing any meat since two days ago. And besides, what can Cross do? I'm sure he already noticed the dirt in the house, but he's still keeping quiet about it. That guy would rather maintain the peace than tell us off."

"He's such a pushover." Sheryl laughed. "He is so cute that way."

"Or we can just say that the pig died," Sheryl added.

Sharp pain tears at me like claws of madness ripping away my sanity.

"Still . . ." Megu was hesitating. "He might get mad and tell us to leave."

Silence took place until Emi laughed out loud. "I think that's one thing that he wouldn't do if he had the brains. I'm sure that, by now, he already noticed that there's already new management here."

Their laughter hurt my ears but knowing that they were laughing behind my back and were disrespecting my authority here hurt more.

Their words rang in my ears, lodging into my throat before crushing my heart into pieces.

This pulsing ache became a lonely beacon of pain, crying out from the depths of betrayal. My vision dimmed and I struggled to clear it of the clinging murkiness seeping in at the edges of the narrowing tunnel of my sight.
I gave them shelter from the Blood Rain. They were given food and a warm place to stay, but this was how they repaid me.

The only reason why I took them in was that they were humans like me. I thought that they'd be grateful, but they only thought about usurping my position here.

It seemed that I had let a bunch of snakes into my house.

Through shallow breaths and sweating brow I struggled forward, the numbness in my legs begging me to stumble.
". . ." Still, that was no reason to kill them.
I truly believe that despite everything else, we should show other people kindness because we don't know what they've been through to make it this far.