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"Your downfall will come,
Not by my hand,
But by the consequences of your own actions.
I'll just be the one to point them out." ~Araneae Ruber
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MEANWHILE, STANNARD had sweat dripping down his body. He felt odd as he exercised. Just the usual push up as Ashby counted for him. To Stannard, his body felt different, a lot heavier, but didn't mean it slowed him down or anything. In fact, it only got him getting faster in his running.
Other than the day he nearly collapsed from a sudden pain and muttering Luella's name, there was nothing actually wrong with him. He still ate raw and uncooked meat, and sometimes he drank the blood.
Normal.
Very normal.
Not!
But he wasn't having those episodes he would usually have, either was he having a high fever or randomly feeling weak. So it was a good thing. He hoped. But that still left questions for him.
