Become the monster

            Let fear work for you, Zed says. And I’m there again, in Sarah’s bedroom, with a murderer and rapist, becoming the murderer and rapist. He’s pushing me, taunting me, and I’m fighting feeling his emotions as I fought them long ago, as a child. I felt the fear back then, the desperate fear that if I let him in my head, I would never get him out. I would become him. I feel it now, strangling. I feel the intoxication of becoming him.

            And I defeat it. I use it. You don’t have to become a monster to catch one.