From, Blood’s History: Cousins (Part 2)
Thayer Blood was the ultimate athlete. Regardless of the sport, Thayer excelled at it. His favorite, however, was American football. Only in football, according to my cousin, was he able to unleash his pent-up frustrations, to exact a sort of revenge against the world.
He likened it to gladiatorial combat, where he and his teammates were performing for the benefit of a Caeser and Rome’s finest citizens.
Soon, though, my cousin took this comparison too far.
The violence of football no longer quenched the bloodlust raging within him.
In 1915, eager to sate his need, Thayer joined the Canadian Army and was shipped to the Western Front in Europe.
But there was not enough of the war for him. Too much time, he wrote me, spent doing nothing. He began to raid at night, on his own, questing not only into the German lines but into the defenses of other units on either side of his.
In May of 1916, he vanished completely into the wasteland between the lines, and a letter was sent to me, asking for help in locating Thayer.
I agreed, and with permission from my own officers, I sought my cousin out.
I found him, ecstatic with bloodlust as he reigned supreme between the lines, killing anyone who stumbled upon him, or upon whom he stumbled.
He attempted to collect my head, so I was forced to mail his home to his mother.
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