I had left Tara behind, my inner beast seemed quiet, no more fighting me for control, it seemed to sleep somewhere inside my soul, do we have a soul? I guess we do, even though I do not believe in such a thing as a God, or believe in anything like a heaven or a hell, but a human soul? yes i believe we have something inside us that decides what is right and what is wrong.<br/><br/>I walked what seemed like for hours, but in fact I found myself in the local park, watching the children play with their mothers or fathers. I tried to remember my childhood, but found nothing but bloodshed and pain in my memories. I had been a soldier, I began to realize that I had been to many places, fighting and killing, my memory was showing pictures of the killing fields of Vietnam, Iraq and Afghanistan, it seemed that I was addicted to death, but as the flashbacks became worse, I began to feel like that were real, I raised my arms and let out a scream, snapping out of the memory that was haunting me, I looked around people were staring at me holding their children close to their side, I stood up and walked away from them.<br/><br/>My life, as far as as I could comprehend had been one long hell, as far as hell could be seen here on Earth, I was a trained killer and killing was my life, I didn't want this anymore, I didn't want to feel the pain of this beast inside of me and letting it take over to such an extent that I bring death to people around me, but one question remained, why were the military hunting me? Was it for my own good? Was it because they knew I was dangerous? Or had I escaped from some mental institute? I guess I will never know as I pulled out a knife I had concealed within my coat and plunged it deep into my abdomen, twisting it, feeling it rip apart my insides, death creeping up on me to claim his prize, I will no longer be a threat to anybody on this planet ever again.