After a sharp blow I felt this. I felt rage. The coward had moved fast out of my sight and bounds. I marched out with determined, angry, heavy steps. All I wanted was his blood. I poured out my rage and screamed "I WILL NOT BECOME YOU. I WILL NOT LET YOU MAKE ME YOU". When I stepped back I could see the satisfaction and glee in his wicked eyes. He knew he had me. "You have become me" they said calmly.
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