A Monster. That's what he was now...a Monster, like the Big Bad Wolf of old, he was no longer the same, lovable wolf. His cheery smile, his pride now dust and all confidence ashes in the wind, blowing away. Worst time of the year for becoming a monster I guess...

He even retired from adventuring to prevent anymore incidents, no blade hung from his belt, neither steel or plasma. His Jedi Statues was thrown to the ground as soon as he changed, alongside the body of his only Master and dear brother in arms. He still had to visit the body at the morgue...that would be hard enough, nether less the funeral too.

Tears froze into icy beads once they collided with the frosty ground, dripping from the dull, crimson eyes hid behind the hood in shame. A thin layer if snow was clad like a wintry cloak, his body hunched over with the cloak wrapped round for warmth. People milled around him eagerly, the sales of stalls seeding the bloodlust of the shoppers as they crashed into one another.

Though the wolf had a bloodlust of his own to satisfy, crimson eyes beginning to glow a pulsing blood red as he glanced briefly at a lone female, striding innocently down a dark alleyway. Pushing himself up, a wicked grin hung underneath the hood...

(This is the slow, painful process of Crowe's madness)

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Diary Entry One:

If you're reading this then I'm either dead, drunk or half dead but if this is not be reading it, then you'll be dead. Sorry.

This is my personal diary, journal and book of experiments, all the information personal to me (so no peeking!).

Where to begin...Corvan is dead. By my blade. I killed my only master around the time when dear friends and family father round and my gift to him was a burning blade to the chest. At least he died swiftly. Lucky b*stard. This is not my first sin nor my last, I hope that Canis and Lupis look kindly on this battered ol' wolf for I don't.

I've been told it was not my fault; I was infected by a virus that increased hostility and strength, drive me from my friends and led to his death. It was my fault. Like Katt said I should never really bring my weapons into the inn but I ignored her advice and it led to this. People should listen to her more.

With his death came a new lane on the map of life, one of love, hatred and blood, sweet, glorious blood and scrumptious flesh and bones and...

(the next few lines is an odd, feral rant of feasting and flesh).

Such as this, the madness of Manticore, Renna's cursed virus handed to me to survive, destroy the other virus, though I hardly deserve life. I'm like Renna now, her body, her eye(s) and her questionable tastes.

And her curse.

I live yet I continue to kill, feast on the innocent so I can survive. Experiments on this virus were conducted and are shown further in my journal so only those with this will know the torture I endured do far.

Alongside the Manticore Virus came my retirement of adventuring and Jedi to being elected new leader of Wolf House. An odd decision, one question I still ponder. ______________ Page 2

Diary Entry 2: Experiments.

With the introduction of the Manticore Virus to my body, these were the effects I've recorded and hopefully passed on to anyone who finds this:

Known effects:

-Strength and senses increase. -Regeneration. -Slender figure (similar to Renna, an interesting discovery) -Crimson eyes (Another similar feature of Renna) -Hunger.

One of the most fascinating effects is regeneration, where during my wary depression I tried multiple ways of suicide, including: Stabbing, burning, shooting, etc. Many extremely painful though wounds heal almost instantaneously. Self-Decapation has proved difficult to accomplish whilst removal of organs is needed to be tested.

Perhaps remove an eye, become like Renna. ______________ Page 3

Diary entry 3: List of crimes and guilts.

This is my fatal reminder of my mistakes which will be held in this book till I decide to release the information.

-Murder of Master Corvan -Attempted suicides -Lieing to Renna of the deer, I've done it again. Oh their flesh sings to me! -The murder of three innocents. -Hiding my hatred for Art. I know what he did! I knows! -Not following Katt's words. -Failing everyone I cared for. (Note: More will be added) _____________ Page 4

(The writing is messy, many ink blotches and odd rants of blood)

Diereh entree 4: Monsters everywhere!

Days and weeks of serching and I've realised sumthing so important to everyone! We all r Monsters. Everyone is. From small acts to big. We're teh same and this gives me great relief to know this. I know wat teh monstars hav dun! Renna...Ripper...Ammy...Katt...Even dear ol' Art. We all deserve to perish in our filth and lies!

I now understand what Enigma meant...