Snippet #2465712

"Care about me." he paused trying to get his words together the sound of his own voice was strange to him it was scratchy and low. "I'm not what or who I was. I'm nothing you should have to worry about." He looked down at his hands and dared to remove his gloves. He then proceeded to remove the hood that covered his ghastly face. "You can't even look at me. Hell I can't stand to look at myself. Jude..." he stood up and faced the wall half of his head was burnt with not a single hair left left in place the other half was as if nothing ever happened. However his face was another story. Almost all of his face had been burnt the flesh trying desperately to repair itself only to leave behind red pinky flesh behind.