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Lying in his prison cell on the uncomfortable matress, covered with a thin scratchy blanket, Bel tossed and turned in uneasy sleep. And he dreamed.
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Bel came awake in the cell with a soft cry. He had not attacked Allie. It hadn't happened that way. He had no reason to hurt her, especially when she had been one of the few to offer her friendship when most of the school hated him.
But the demon in him hated her...hated her for that very friendship, for giving strength to his human side. And if his human side could suppress his demon side, maybe his demon side could do the same.
What if he had attacked Allie?
He huddled on the bed, unable to sleep, for the rest of the morning.
( Cut for violence and length. )
Bel came awake in the cell with a soft cry. He had not attacked Allie. It hadn't happened that way. He had no reason to hurt her, especially when she had been one of the few to offer her friendship when most of the school hated him.
But the demon in him hated her...hated her for that very friendship, for giving strength to his human side. And if his human side could suppress his demon side, maybe his demon side could do the same.
What if he had attacked Allie?
He huddled on the bed, unable to sleep, for the rest of the morning.
