He was a tall, slightly skinny man around the age of 17, dressed head to toe in an outfit of inky darkness that could make him seem normal to the average onlooker, but it would strike fear into his victims like nothing they'd ever seen. He was a horror straight out of fiction, he seemed unreal from his messy, blond hair to his blank, emotionless, brown eyes when he slaughters the cattle that are his victims. He says that none of it is him and that he is an agent of fate, simply acting as an extension of god with no moral compass of his own but something tells me that he feels a sick, twisted pleasure from his murders. At first it was just one, in self defence outside a restaurant when they tried to mug him but over time, it became far more random but frequent, like a form of controlled chaos. Something about that hollow gaze of his would make anyone in their right mind freeze, he may seem cruel but that isn't how he sees himself. Is it cruel when a tornado destroys someone's home and everything they love? Is it cruel when a tsunami sweeps away a thousand pedestrians? Is it cruel when a wildfire wipes out a large portion of the wilderness population? Some may say yes, some may say no, it's your choice really. All that I know is that he isn't normal, he isn't a human, he is beyond our comprehension and oftentimes, that is far more terrifying than anything you could dream of.
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Fate
General FictionWhat is a human? Some may give a scientific explaination but if they do, point them to this man. Robert Shaw is an intriguing being, a man with one goal: please his god.
