Monster Resurrection
“How do you describe the feeling of being torn between running into someone’s arms and sending a blast through their brain? I don’t think the line between love and hate has ever been this thin, this transparent and inconsistent in parts. But I miss him, as completely as you can ever miss anything. Or maybe, more probably, I miss myself. Feelings -good or bad- made me alive and now? I am as numb and cold as ever. Like a dead body I suppose. Ironic isn’t it? The cross that plunged itself out of his chest impaled us both.”