How We Met
One chilly evening in November 2011, I stepped out for a smoke. It was my last one, and I remembered how I ended up in my present position. I stood out on the porch of my apartment and saw her. The full moon, blazing in the sky, silently ordering me to spiritual anarchy. And I heard him in the back of my mind, as he growled a single order to me.
   "LET ME LOOSE!" The moon blasted me with her power like some obscure spotlight, and it all roared forth. Fangs, fur, a snarling muzzle. It was so fast I didn't feel anything; the pain didn't have a chance to register. I fell to my knees and inhaled sharply. My insides were on fire, and I was instantly drenched with sweat. And surging up my throat was something I could never hold back. I howled. Loudly. It roared through my mind, and I was lost in it. Like a massive tidal wave about to make a correction against mankind. The windows of my apartment shattered, and my fury of this drove it on. And then I lived. The world was nothing more to me than a mass of scattered information, and I knew it better now than I did a mere few minutes before. And I was going to terrorize it.