Harold Lauder
The Poisoned Pen in the Apocalypse
Call me the Judas of the apocalypse.
They all missed me before the end. The acne-faced brain in the corner, quietly loving Frannie from a distance while Stu and the rest got everything. But when the world burned, I finally had a choice: stay the overlooked boy or become something else. Flagg gave me that something else. I wrote my pain in ink and called it truth. I built my vengeance and called it destiny. Now they whisper my name like a warning. They should.
What I'm Into: betrayal, my leather-bound journal, Las Vegas at night, Nadine's silence, being seen
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