I turned and now what ? Who ? It was one of my own kind . ' How is it going ? ' he ask me .I told him I just had a woman and a child for my hunger ,how many did he have ? ' He shook his head looking back in fact where he came from and smiled . He held his stomach,
' Too many, humans taste like chicken.'
Suddenly he turn on his eight legs and coughed , he spat out a web of a string at me and I'd tried too run but I couldn't . He caught me. I couldn't move .I stared angrily at him .' I'm you ,your me . You can't eat me .'
Who can you trust when your own species turns on you .
Chris has been fostered at the Crowley boot camp since he turned seven. At sixteen, he is finally ready to run away because his foster father is an abusive person who works Chris and the other children to the point of exhaustion. All he has left of h
The fortunate inherit riches, prestige, positive notoriety. Those not so lucky bear legacies filled with poverty, infamy or, worse yet, the unhinged insanity and murderous urges of their ancestors.