To the reader
My name is James, and if you reading this.. then they have found me..
My story isn't very long, but it is my damn story, and I will see it written down for those who come after. I can't say too much of my past, or much about my future. There is only a hand full of us left. The otheres were hunted down and murdered. It's because of what we are..what we are captable of. We aren't just killing machines..we are beings who wish to live! They don't care.. they only knows us by one name and one name only.. werewolfs..
Chapter 1- My Birth
My birth.. it's hard to say how I was born. All I remmber is waking up in a large test chamber and being told to stand up. Did I even have a child hood? Do I exist because I just do? Are the others truly my brothers and sisters? I ask myself too many questions.. I baily ever sleep. The others that are hiding with me try to make sure I atleast get one hour of sleep if I can.
I still remmber the screaming and the howling. They tormented us..and even pitted us againts echother for their own damn amusement. I always hated them..everyone of those smug bastards. They would grin and cackle like witches as we were pushed to our breaking points. They downloaded
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