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Oliver Fredericks: I was raised on power. I was forged in strength. I convey that in everything I do. I know this world is full of things that will destroy you, so if you want to win, you must sink to their level. Being weak gets you killed. If you can't cross that line, you will constantly be fighting battles. You make the line in the sand first, whoever you're up against will be too terrified to cross it. I don't care who you are. You can be the most beautiful girl on this damn rock, if I want something from you, I'm getting it. Yeah, I'm a good guy when needed, but when problems need the touch of an evil bastard, I'm your man. It doesn't mean I don't feel. It doesn't mean I can't see beauty or feel love. I do and I will go apocalyptic on hell itself to protect that. Ezra Valcone: Do you know what it's like to have a war going on inside your head. A battle of two sick, twisted monsters struggling for control of the mind and the body. Each wanting to replace the Alpha pack we lost. It turns you. Fills you with a madness that no amount of therapy or medication can fix. There's only one thing that makes it tolerable, the red juice around my neck. One hit and I'm in a place where the madness melds into one. With this I feel strong, powerful and in control. The problem is I screwed up. I ran. Now, I'm stuck with this war in my head and the monster that thinks he can control me. Well, they don't call it Rogue Sickness for nothing. Oliver is going to find out real quick that handling me will be much more than he can chew. TW: (Mental anguish, suffering; Ficticous drug use, injections; manhandling and light abuse)
Chapter 1
