Poison was a monster. Everyone thought they were. They were exhausted, their bones aching from the work as they sat down on a large rock, looking at the burning village. They had killed nearly everyone and those who they hadn’t had burnt to death. They sighed as they watched the carnage.

Poison had a hard life but no one cared, so now they were avenging themselves. Everyone hated them, but they didn’t need anyone. They just needed their border collie, Domino. They were suddenly ripped out of their thoughts at a branch snapping

“Who’s there?!”

Their voice rumbled, both cold and intimidating as they stood up, gripping their weapon tighter. They glared angrily at the source of the noise, trying to determine if this person was a threat or not.