A Wolf in the City

DANTE. Ninety-nine point nine percent of humans are idiots. They are so self-important. So arrogant. They are always trying to save something every now and then. Save the trees, save the bees, save the whales, save the snails. And the supreme arrogance? Save the planet! Are these fools kidding? Save the planet? They don't even know how to take care of themselves; they haven't learned how to care for one another. Yet they're gonna save the f*****g planet? . . . And, by the way, there's nothing wrong with the planet in the first place. The planet is fine. They themselves are the f****d ones. Compared to them, the planet is doing great. It's been here over four billion years, if they really want to save anything at all, they need to pack and move, best advice is that they somehow make themselves dissappear off the face of the earth. Those dumb fake fools. They mislead themselves all day long. They tell themselves that they're smarter and better looking than their friends, that they are confident in their skin and beautiful than the other. That they are the highest animals and the most intelligent ones, the ones who should control all other kinds. I wonder if at least one of them knows how stupid and laughable they actually are. They laugh with one another in person and talk the worst about themselves in absentia. They foam at the mouth with envy when others succeed but sigh in relief when they are failing. The worst kinds to exist if you ask me, if only I have impossible powers, if only I can multiply so easily, I will make them all go extinct, every single one. But since I can't, I'll take the vicious of them all. The five. I glare at the three men that were socializing and laughing as loudly as they could at a noble distance to me. Happy with their position and life, oblivious to the one they left alive, their worst mistake ever and what would be their end. My grip on the wine glass in my hand tightens, the glass cracking a little as fury shakes my entire body, demanding vengeance and blood for the memory and repetitive words that just went through me. Loud screams ring in my ears, the familiar scent of blood penetrating my nostrils while various images pop in my head swallowed by pain and sadistic laughter. Everything inside me screams to shift and snap heads off then dump them in the raging sea beneath us, ending the useless lives that shouldn’t have breathed this long anyway, but I restrain myself at the last moment. Certain beings do not deserve a quick, fast death, especially not these ones. After all, my rules are very simple. You get what you earned by your actions, and do not cry for mercy when you displayed none through your life. I swirl the glass in my hand, enjoying the sound it makes and wondering about the power of water. It can adapt to any life circumstance, no matter what nature throws at it. If it meets cold, it becomes ice; if it meets heat, it becomes water; if someone uses fire on it… it floats in the air as steam, never letting anyone destroy it. There is a lot to learn from water and Mother Nature; unfortunately, humans are too stupid to take lessons from them. Instead, they destroy nature bit by bit, thinking it will never retaliate against them. But you can poke someone or something for only so long before the injured party decides to end the threat once and for all. The heart in my chest has one purpose and one purpose only, to pump the blood in my veins. Otherwise, nothing but coldness resides in it, and nothing has the power to soften it. Because goodness cannot exist in darkness, and everyone looking for it there are fools ready to die. My eyes moved to catch a young lady, another one of them. Raven Martinez. A woman whose life must be cursed because somehow she’s become bait in one monster’s game in order to hurt another monster. She's the one standing between two dooms that would hurt her regardless and bring chaos and gore to her life. The funniest part is the fact that she has no idea about any of this. She probably thinks she hasn't done anything to warrant any form of evil, well, she should tell that to my kind too because I see her as guilty in every way whether or not she was alive when it even happened. She's the bait. The prey. And when monsters engage in a fight, the bait always ends up being collateral damage since its purpose consists of only one thing. Destroying the opponent. I watch as she walks past, a lot of people subtly stares at her as if she is a celebrity. But what makes her a celebrity is strange. It's like she is a penguin living with a pride of lions. She makes small talks here and there even though it is very obvious that she looks lost amongst all the people in here. I'll be direct and say she looks poor, although the people who she probably calls her friends act so kind to her regardless of the clear difference in class. The keyword is Act. She smiles coyly, and then again, I am reminded that ever since I started watching her secretly for days now, I have only ever seen her genuinely smile once. She is never caught staring at someone, but I notice that the way she looks at anyone is very observant. As if she is studying every single bit of them, until she has a picture of them wherever she went. She must have a photographic memory. Never forgetting a single thing. I ignore the lady that kept trying to make small talk with me for the past minutes hoping that I give her a little attention and I follow Raven Martinez as she stagger away from the circle she was formally in. For the first time since I've seen her, I seem to take notice of her features properly under the moonlight and blue waters. Her hair is a light blonde color, it almost reminds me of the color of a sunbeam as it passes through a window. As I look at her hair, I notice the way the light catches in it and it shimmers as it flows with her every move. My eyes are also drawn to the fact that her hair is very lengthy reaching down to the middle of her torso, so long in fact that it almost caresses the small of her back. Her face is demanding of attention. Its high cheekbones calling my eyes to the statuesque bone structure underlying its gentleness. She has been graced with a look that could be that of royalty although it is very obvious that she knew not how to use it to her advantage. Her tight, rose colored lips are pursed in what appears to be mid-kiss. The slight hint of moisture on her lips making them glisten in the dim light, causing them to look as though they are really a reflection on the waters of a pond and not really a part of her at all. Her eyes reflects tiredness. They are a dull blue. I have only ever seen this girl genuinely smile once and when she did, her whole face got bright, especially her eyes.They transformed into the same blue that you see in an ocean. She walks dangerously close to the railings of the ship, closer than any sane person should and I can't help the sadistic smile that creeps to my lips as I wonder if she is trying to kill herself. How sweet that will be, right? She spreads her hands into the air, closed her eyes as she felt the breeze blow through her but suddenly, her eyes were opened and she is looking in my direction and I get the feeling that she is staring right through. Her eyes, piercing through my soul, going through all the lies, the secrets and the memories. And then I break into a sinister smile, she seem to have been caught off-guard by that and suddenly she slipped, going over the railings. My smile widens.