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aiming for the corners. It only took a few blows and the device began to split open.
    â€œYou fucking little
bastard
!” Bruce shouted as his long arms wrapped around a wet and slippery Darwin. “Give it to me!”
    Darwin found himself flying across the room, his head colliding with the far wall, cracking a shower tile. A trickle of blood leaked from his forehead and he was a bit dazed, but the phone was still in his hand. With the cell cracked open he tore it into two pieces, snapped the mother board and dislodged the SIM card with speed and precision.
    He honestly had no idea what part of the phone the video would be on so he frantically destroyed as much as he could.
    A strong hand wrenched Darwin at the shoulder and spun him around. The last thing he remembered was a head lunging towards his own.
    * * * *
    â€œGod, we went through a lot,” Darwin said, lost in his memory of the shower. “How did we survive? We went through so much, I’ve forgotten about the smaller things. I think that was the only time I fought back; we paid for it though. How long were we off school? They beat us unconscious and left us for the next class to find. They arranged our bodies—”
    Darwin choked and cried. The memory, once forgotten, was now back and festering in his mind.
    â€œYour dad beat you worse than Teddy did. All because he heard you and I were in the shower together. Fuck, you had just got back to school from the last beating. After all this time I don’t know how you survived. What happened to you wasn’t all that rare, at all. Guys pop wood in the showers at that age all the time. Gay or not, it’s just the extreme testosterone—reflexive. You had no way to control it, but your bigot father kept trying to fix you.”
    Darwin sat in silence for awhile. He had argued with himself before. The same problems and the same questions would always arise. He knew all too well where things had gone badly. If he could go back in time, he knew where he would make changes. Thinking about the bullying and abuse never helped him absolve himself of the pain, it just continued to fester in his mind.
    â€œWhy was no one there to protect us? It’s like this town just turns a blind eye whenever something bad happens. Do you want to know why I kill? This town made me what I am. My humanity died long before I became a werewolf. Years of abuse at school and home made me a monster. Truth is, I wanted to kill people. I wanted others to feel how I felt. My first murder…” For a moment Darwin drifted away from his friend.
    â€œSo, how have you been?” Darwin said, attempting to change the subject. “That good, huh? Why did you have to do it, Steve? You must have known something was different about me. If you had just stayed with me a few more minutes, then everything would have been fine. God I miss you.” Darwin welled up again with a snot bubble similar to the day in the shower.
    â€œI’m still working on Teddy for you. He’s a tough guy, tasty though! He’s got one arm left; after it’s gone I’m not sure what to do with him. I might turn him and then let him starve. That death would be slow and agonizing! If not for that piece of shit, I wouldn’t be the man I am today, neither would you,” Darwin said, keeping the conversation away from the unpleasantness.
    â€œI hope you like this spot. It’s peaceful, I think. The view of the surrounding hills and mountains, I thought you’d like it here. I had your parents exhumed and disposed of, too. I’m sorry I didn’t mention that sooner. I know you hated them but I didn’t know how you would react. They were cremated and then I had their ashes scattered at a gay bar in San Francisco. It was the most insulting thing I could do to them.” Darwin paused with a smirk ,waiting for his friend to react, but nothing was said. The two sat in silence for awhile.
    â€œI wish I

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