He knows. I do not know how he knows, but he knows. He put them back. He put them all back. But there are more. How are there more?… IS THIS A GAME TO YOU ARCHIBALD?! Do you think you can redeem yourself, undo your sins, by returning what you STOLE?! BY MOCKING MY NIGHTMARES BY JUST MAKING MORE?! No.. He has to die. No more games, no more pretending that this can end any other way. Archibald has seen the wolf’s fangs, and yet he chose to mock him… Well, this is no ordinary wolf you jest with Archibald… This wolf is a man, a broken man, forced to become a beast because of what YOU did! And this wolf… This werewolf… He’s ready for the full moon to set once again. And just like that moon, you too will never haunt this wolf again.
With my revolver burning at the touch, fused to my palm with the heat of my misdeed. I am ready. Goodbye Archibald. The moon falls into the heat of the sun, and all in the name of my conservation…
And just like that, the sun rises louder than ever before, and the screams are silenced.
(Update: There are way more Band Angels on a smaller table, and there will be an end to this series within the next few parts.)
i have always known how to breathe, but around you i am breathless.
i have always known how to feel, but with you i can’t place it.
at times i feel safe with you, i want to hold you close and never let go.
then other times i want to hurt you or myself or anything else to keep from screaming.
the sun and the moon were always set to collide, but i have never felt more at home in your shadow.
you call me magic but you are wrong.
i am no god or angel or otherworldly being, i am human, it is all i have ever known.
gods and angels would know how to feel or they wouldn’t feel at all.
i may have power running through my veins but against you i am powerless.
blood may flood my chest, but if you are the cause then i will call it nothing less than ecstasy.
i was always the boy with enough air in my lungs, but with you i am utterly breathless.