Squatter's Rites - Volunteer State Community College

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Now, years later, I sat atop a skyscraper in Atlanta watching a small
group ofpeople scavenging through a storefront searching for food. They
always avoided the daylight, thinking the dark would protect them, but the
night was like daytime to my eyes. My wings would not actually allow me
to fly, but I could glide for hours on the updrafts around the tall buildings.
A group of soldiers had shot at me once, but the bullets only bounced off
my body. My scorpion skin was much like body armor at my size and their
attack on me felt only like bee stings. The look of horror on their faces as I
drove my poisonous claws into their bodies was like a narcotic to me. When
I consumed their flesh, it did not quell the hatred in my heart, but it did fuel
my body like nothing else could. When the hatred first sparked inside of me
so long ago in those dark, sweetly sick stenches of the cave, I made a vow to
myself that I would have my revenge on those left alive.
I dropped off the edge of the building and as the wind quietly whispered
across my wings, I began to think of the passages I had once read in
the Bible. While I lay crying in that dark cave so many years ago, slipping
into madness, I had become the Angel of Death. I had vowed to cover the
whole world in a lake of blood, My new life had taken on another purpose.
As I focused on the figures below me in my near silent descent, another
passage I remembered from the past said that “You always reap what you
sow………………”
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