Everyone has their own talents, their own gifts. I have a gift, a talent that is special in it's own right. However, my gift is no real gift. My gift doesn't make me a prodigy. My gift doesn't help me excel at life in my own ways. My gift destroys. My gift creates enemies, and separates me from the ones I love. My gift controls me as much as I control it. It scoffs at morality, ignores ethics, stamps on feelings. It is ruthless. It wants to be free, even after all the pain that it has caused me. I can't let it be free. No matter what happens to me, I must harbor this accursed "gift" until the day I die, even if I lose it all in trying.

Sex tag is for innuendos and suggestive situations.

Gore tag is for scenes that are a little more bloody than what is comfortable for some.

Current image is temporary. I have given up on drawing the art for this story, but do plan on using my own content for the image as soon as I get around to it.