Scar Face

As I lay myself to sleep, impatiently waiting for Insomnia to leave me alone, Scar Face came and whispered my name.

I heard his chuckle and turned around. “A trade,” he said and showed me his hands… “I think I understand,” I replied, ” but in place of a broken tusk, will a broken fang suffice?”

That smile he had on his face… Why do I get the feeling there is more to this than meets the eye?

The beast was here all along…