The UnForgiveness Of Life

The Real Monsters

'Shian Brigges, A famous murderer who was a war criminal...she birthed 13 children to which either became trained or killed.' I stare at this information for a moment, taking in what it had just said about her.... '13 children?!'....what the actual hell.....'Deris Brigges, A wing hand partner to Mr's Brigges, he has a wide amount of control over the town of Ghost oak. He was the decision maker on who was deemed worthy or not...' I softly growled in anger at this info, who in the right mind gets to decide if a son lives or perishes.....'While we do not know the cruel acts of the Brigges, it is said that they were found dead recently.... Their bodies were found in the forest with many rounds of bullets piercing their bloody and tattered skin. The individual who caused their death was equipped with a gun and looked to have fallen off a cliff before hand as they were being chased by these people, [Photo's of disturbance of forest ground, a clear evidence in the struggle of an individual.]' I look closely at the pictures, Jesus....no wonder my body hurt like hell when I ran through that forest....The article just went deeper onto the history of my parents and I learned a lot more about them then they let on. I had no reason to be mad as after all...I killed them. I found myself digging in deeper to my research as I was free of work so it most likely didn't matter to the boss....Hmm...okay...there seems to be another story page...what is this,[I clicked the link to a old articale and looked at it.] 'Shian Brigges, wanted for the disappearence of many adults and kids....all bodies where found in critical condition and the remaining survivor looked to be traumatized to the point of no return....' ...Traumatized? in what way....'The survivor was a kid...about 17... they where subjected to torture and show signs of being tortured in a non human way....' I think for a moment on what this torment was....I did not understand this nor wanted to...I continued reading....'If you see signs of Shian, quickly call the police....she is not a force to be reckoned with nor any interaction should be advised.'

[1978-1979, time: 6:29 pm, location: The deep basement of the Brigges, from the perspective of Mr's Brigges herself...]

WARNING, THIS IS THE P.O.V OF A ABSOLUTE CRAZED MANIAC....IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THIS STUFF DO.NOT.READ. THIS WILL NOT BE A GOOD TIME FOR YOU IF YOU ARE VERY SENSITIVE TO THIS SORTS OF STUFF....

Say....Why not you be quiet for once?...Your screaming is quite ear piercing....Do I need to tape your mouth up again?....[The young child whimpered, clearly disturbed by my tone and annoyance in my voice, they had a look of horror on their face at the thought of me cutting off their will to speak.] I walked over to the east end of the basement, sliding a key into the wall to which it opened up to a little room of art....Special tools decorated the wall, a killers dream kit....I chuckle to myself as I thought of the millions of scenarios I could possibly place on this little kid....he had a lovely reaction to the various torture compartments I scattered around the basement....The ones that where filled with blood and bodily fluids...I haven't bothered to clean the basement, its a work of art and is my place of wonders hahah....I decided to grab a syringe and pull out a serum, the one that keeps them awake throughout this experience...I twiddle the syringe in my hand as I close the door and walk over to the fresh kill that's just waiting to be tormented and lose what makes it god's creation...I loved to do this...Taking ones innocence was my drive and what more to hurt then the most purest being in the world....A young child....I felt myself grin widely as I closed the distance between the child, he was already hooked up to a tortures device that pinned his body in place, it restrained the legs and arms of the child and rendered them useless in resilience. [The child saw the syringe in my hand and bursted out crying,  they knew what the syringe brought and they were horrified to experience this for the 7th time....] I snicker.....I've ruined this kids life so much in a matter of days yet he still is alive despite it all...He has a strong will but i'm afraid that his journey has come to an end...I'm getting tired of my plaything and have a desire for another one....My cruelness and evilness lingered as I thought of the best way to finish this kiddo off..