Cаnnibal ~ Рhan

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~Dan's POV

I guess I have always been like this. A monster some might say. But they don't understand what I'm doing. Nobody does really.

At first it was nothing, just a 8 year old boy squishing ants and spiders and things. But as time went on, the things I did became more... unusual. By only 10 years old, I was secretly watching murder shows, addicted to the idea of it. It was morbid, seeing the blood on the walls of the victims who'd been stabbed or shot or whatever the murderer had chosen to do. But I loved it, it was intriguing.

I kept that to myself for years, not wanting to scare my parents. Even at that age, I knew something was off about me. Well, a few things. Other kids were playing with monster trucks or barbies, but I wasn't. I was always alone in the corner of the playground, thinking about death and how easy it was to take it away. How easy it was for ME to take it away.

At my 12th birthday party, I learned another thing about myself that was different. I didn't know it before, but apparently it wasn't normal to get crushes on other boys. You were supposed to like girls. I felt like even more of a freak then I already did. I tried it, dating some in middle school. I even stayed with one for over a year. She loved me, and I thought that if I forced myself, I could love her to. But when I kissed her, I felt nothing. Not even the tiniest spark of attraction. It was then that we broke up and I came out as gay. Unlike most people, I realized early on that there was no point in hiding it, it was gonna get out eventually.

A few years later, when I was 16, I asked my dad to take me hunting and show me everything. He agreed, glad I was taking an interest in something he loved. Although, he was blind to my actual motives. I wanted to shoot an animal, excited to finally do what I had wanted to all my life... Kill.

The moment when I pulled the trigger and saw the deer collapse, a feeling coursed through my body. It was so amazingly satisfying. My dad said I was a natural, a born talent. He didn't have to tell me, I knew I was.

After that first kill, I couldn't get enough. For months, I wouldn't do anything but hunt in the woods behind my house. My dad was concerned, but glad I had found a hobby that kept me from hiding in my room all day. After a while I cut down on going out in the day, knowing my parents would eventually make me stop. I began killing at night, making the thrill of the chase even better.

But, after a while, just like everything else, it got boring. Slaughtering animals just wasn't enough. I needed to move on to bigger prey. I needed to kill a human.

It was always obvious that it was what I had craved all my life, but I wouldn't let myself do that. I wasn't a murderer, and I never wanted to be. But sometimes you forget what you're capable of...

One night walking home from a party, I was approached by a man dressed in black from head to toe. He stopped me and claimed he needed directions to a certain pub downtown. I began to explain, turning my back to him to point, when he attacked me. It happened so fast that I don't even remember being thrown to the ground. I struggled for several seconds, trying to get away while he continued to pin me down. True panic set in when he slowly grabbed a knife out of his pocket, the silver shining in the cold darkness. At that moment, I knew I had to do something. Anything to save my life.

His hand was covering my mouth, muffling my pleas for help. Without thinking twice, I bit down hard, my teeth puncturing his skin. The man howled out in pain, blood dripping down his hand and into my mouth and eyes. I then regained my strength and shoved him away, getting back on my feet.

I hadn't realized it, but the enjoyable metallic taste in my mouth was his blood, it instantly making me feel powerful. It was like every part of me became better, I felt invincible. I then realized at that moment that I had never been addicted to murder or killing, it was a desire for flesh and blood. Of a human of course.

That night was when I killed a person for the first time, but it wasn't as horrible as you'd think. I only take life away from people who deserve it. Killers, Rapists, Psychopaths, the real monsters in the world. I feel as though I'm doing everyone a favour, getting rid of those who's desire in life is to hurt the innocent. But I am not like them, I am a necessary evil. I am bad, but they are worse. And I feel as though it is my duty to save everyone, even though they'll never know it, because they can't. This is my dark secret, my double life. Nobody can ever see the side of me that vicious, malicious and hungry. People wouldn't understand my purpose, the true meaning behind my actions. It isn't for selfish satisfaction, it's to rid the darkness from the world. Trying to make it a better place.

But as long as I'm part of it, it can never be perfect. Not even close...

~So this is the first official chapter!!! I basically had to give you a bunch of background on Dan since this is a strange way to portray him as, but whatever. Thx for reading and I plan to update again soon :D

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