I do not know if this is where this should be, but I am putting it here until otherwise informed.

Items in <> are where if i could draw a picture would go.



Photo Album


<A picture of a young woman, her body broken, with a larger man Holding her gently>

He rushed to her side, eyes full of rage. Everyone kept asking him what was wrong, only to be met with a feral growl from him. When he finally got to her side, he just grabbed her and held her against him. Ken leaned into her, and she became the first person ever to feel him tremble with fear. Rage was a living breathing entity in the room with him, and this slowly became clear to her. The very air crackled with his anger as he looked at her. The beast within him screamed for retribution, that he take her away to where nobody could ever hurt her. He looked tenderly into her eyes, "my dear, it will not matter if he ever comes near you again, because he will not be able to touch you, for i will crush his trachea should he even try." His voice was gravelly and full of anger,at the human monster which dared to attack her, and at himself for failing to protect her when she needed him, and it was at this moment which it became clear, he needed her, her smile, her touch, her love.

<A Picture of the same man and woman, his fingers brushing her face as she cleans>

He stood there, smiling at her as she went about her work determinedly. He gently brushed the hair away from her face, and looked into her eyes, hoping to show her what he himself just could not bring himself to say. But, the moment his hand left her, she put the hair right back over her face. "Why do you do that?" He asked tenderly.
"Do what?" She asked, slight annoyance in her tone. "Hide your beauty behind your hair." He said blushing intensely. She didn't even notice his face as she responded. "I don't like people to stare at my scars." He snorted slightly. "What scars? The small mark that one has to be looking for to see?" Besides,You are far to beautiful for that to be noticed. She let out a slight gasp, leading him to wonder if he had said that out loud, then, she just pulled away and ran back to the front. Leaving him, alone, to wonder about the What Ifs.

<A picture of the girl, sleeping while the guy sits in a chair beside her, watching>

He sat there, once the most feared fighter in his town, now having trouble even thinking straight, every time he made contact with those honey colored eyes, he merely smiled, every thought on his mind quickly pushed away. He headed towards his house, after dropping her off at her own residence. Fear plagued his mind. What if she doesn't feel the same way? What if she pities you? What if you are just going to wind up hurting and being hurt again? So he did the only thing he knew to do, he went out looking for someone to protect. He eventually found a small boy being beat upon by six grown men, so he leaped into the fray, throwing wild blows every which way. He managed to knock out three of them, and the other three ran off. He decided pursuing them wasn't the most important thing he could do, and called the ambulance for the boy and the three unconscious bullies. When he finally arrived at his home, he sank to the floor, on the verge of tears. All that Ken could think of at that moment was Britney. There was a strange, almost anxious feeling in the vicinity of his heart. Emotions were dangerous, he was discovering. Exhilarating, but dangerous. So he called her on the phone.
He lay there silently, watching as she slept, this girl who had captured his heart, her rhythmic breathing giving him the strength needed to continue his day. He sits up, seeing her in all her splendor, at which point he lies right back down in the bed. Laughing silently at himself as he curls up near her, afraid to get too close, lest he awaken her, and then he dreams...
he dreams of life which will never be his, a life meant for someone purer, more kind.

<A picture of the guy, laying restlessly in the bed looking at the ceiling>

Yet he dreams of it anyway, a life in which the dark rage which burns within him does not threaten the lives of everyone he knows, a life in which she felt the same way, a life of brilliance, and yet, a life which lies to him, but a life in which he is happy Nonetheless. Even as he realizes this the scene shifts, his friends turning against one another, innocent people bleeding for sins they didn't commit. Everyone around him dieing all over again. So he wakes with a start, and heads out, deciding a walk would be good for him...

<The guy, alone, walking in the rain, a shadow approaching him>

Then the man from his past, the man who had used him as a weapon to hurt the innocent for so long, appears walking down his street and strides up to him, promising to return what he lost, to make his dreams reality, in exchange for working for him again.
What could he possibly do? To deny this offer would be to deny his chance at happiness. Yet to accept would be to betray all of those whom he has begun to care for, and it would betray the one he loved so very much.
"No." he proclaims, growling it out. "I will not be a puppet of destruction for you again, if I am to have happiness, it will be on my terms."
"Would you still say no if i told you i can split her from the one who has.."
Before he even finishes his sentence, he finds the young man's fist colliding with his teeth.
"IDIOT!! I WILL SIT AND WATCH THEM BE HAPPY FROM AFAR, SUFFERING IF I NEED TO IN ORDER TO INSURE THAT SHE IS HAPPY!" He punctuates each word with a blow, tears forming in his eyes, as he realizes that he is finally free. Free at last from being other people's weapon. Free to choose who would give him orders, if anyone. Free to preserve those who have earned his love and respect. But most of all, free to love without worrying about the demons from his past coming back out and harming his pack from now on.