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She awoke to a Dantesque scene.
Her bruised body, surrounded by torn corpses.
She felt no pity or disgust, only a crushing certainty: the inner beast that the drug had unleashed had slaughtered her attackers.
He relived the moments before like a blurred dream.
The car pulling up, the dragging into that house, the greedy hands tearing at his clothes.
Then the darkness as his dark side was unleashed.
She had to get away before the hunters found her.
She would leave the city, escaping the consequences of that fateful night.
A tear rolled down her cheek as she realised that her life, as she knew it, was over.