Griffin Bros

"Well, shit." My brother seemed to snap out of shock long enough to give me a questioning stare. I shrug. "I don't know why I said it twice, but it just felt right, you know?"

With no response, I turned my gaze back to the beast. Apparently it wasted no time stalking closer to me. Barely a moment after meeting my gaze, it pounced. I'd like to say that I acted with some level of skill or instinct. In reality I barely moved at all. I stood stock still and stared as the bloody form grew closer. Time slowed down in the face of my impending doom, my brain going into overdrive.

Of course, with all the adrenaline coursing through my body, I had some miraculous moment of kung fu glory, right? Well, I didn't. Instead I starting screaming and thrashing my forelegs out as I ran in circles. Ya, great going body. Wait, why haven't I met a painful and violent end yet?

Cracking an eye open, I finally realize what happened and start laughing maniacally. Wiping a residual tear from my eyes, I survey the mess I created. Somehow, I must have impaled the animal. A lot. It was probably the thrashing. It looks like I went all stabby stab on his throat and continued to slash up the lifeless body. The intestines, or I think those are intestines, they're pretty mangled, are hanging from a gaping cavity in the torso. Blood was still soaking into the ground around the body, no longer spurting, and the throat was completely ripped open. Ugh.

Note to self, be careful with claws around body. Shouldn't I be like traumatized or something right now? I’m not exactly desensitized to violence. Sure I've played plenty of violent video games, but that does not equate to being okay with blood and gore all over my feathers. I’m seriously going to have to get these puffed back out big time. Wow, I really am starting to think like a griffin...

Off topic, right. Maybe it’s just the nerves getting to me combined all of this adrenaline, which is starting to fade off as I feel fatigue began to consume my body. I know what I said about not freaking out, but it really should be scaring me more than this. I just feel so alive, better than I've felt for much of my life. Sure, I wasn't going to be very comfortable or safe around here, but the thrill is amazing. Oh jeez, I'm an adrenaline junkie aren't I?

Still, I've always hated blood and I could never see a lot of it without feeling sick to my stomach. Now I just feel... Locating feelings ... Accessing Databases ... Loading Loading ... Error: No feelings of remorse, guilt, or disgust located. Nothing. I don't feel any negative feelings at all. Shit.

And the panicking too. I should be like Stanis, who is still not moving by the way. I'm not saying that I want to panic, but just being okay with all this is, well, not normal. I got ripped from my home and family, most of it at any rate, my friends, and my life. I don't have a future, or at least a normal one in this case. Further more, why am I assuming I won't ever get home. I can get home. I need to get home. I will.

My parents are prob- No, calm down. I... I just need to sit down and think. Thinking rationally will get me home, not yelling and screaming. Still, even as I my breathing returns to a somewhat normal pace, I can't help but think that I may never get home.

I may never see my parents again.