Monsters are real.
Run, wee monsters, run..
No more hiding in the shadows because I\'m huntin\' youse.
But every monster is scared of somethin\'...and that somethin\' is me.
No word af a lie, sixteen years later, those monsters still haunt my dreams.
We both thrive in the darkness because that\'s where our demons can play.
Babydoll is a liar and a thief, but I can\'t stay away.
I never have...until she walks into my world.
I don\'t do feelings or emotions.
I\'m Puck Kelly, otherwise known as Punky; the lad ye don\'t want to double cross.
All of Belfast fears my family, especially me.
It\'s because of the Kelly name my mum was slain by the Doyles-our enemies in Dublin, the fellas livin\' on borrowed time.
My father says it\'s my birthright, but all I see is a curse.
I never chose this life.
When I was five years old, I watched my mother take her last breath-a breath three monsters stole from her.
Monsters are real
