Welcome To The Dark Side. (ON HOLD)

Chapter Three: Vulnerable.

So here the chapters I have been promising to post! I hope you enjoy these and I can promise you that I am working on the next chapter as you are reading! -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Waking up on a cold hard concrete floor with hopes that I was back in the comfort of my tunnel, I hoped that when I opened my eyes that I would realise that it was all just a nightmare. The sort of nightmare that would catch you off guard, a nightmare that was all too real. My eyes.... What happened? It's like they are super glued shut, my body stiff and dead. My mind it's telling me something, but a cloud is fogging my senses up, blocking the thought from properly arriving to me. Cold, So very cold. Hard, stiff, can't move. Where am I? Why can't I remember? How did I get here?

Help.

Danger. Pain. Run. Hide. Pain. Pain. Danger. RUN!

Snapping out of my unconscious state as a loud slam of a door would shake me awake.The echo and vibrations that the door made after the forceful closing made the things in the room shake. Help. Move. RUN. Can't move. Can't see. Throat dry. Move. Struggling to move, to at least twitch a finger, a toe, a blink, a swallow. Where has my voice gone, because it was replaced by a gurgling struggled noise.

Coldness. Wetness. Why?

"Get up you lazy piece of shit!" Ah. The harsh tone was like a slap on the face, that jolted me into remembering the past events as if I was watching it in the front row seats of a theater. Slowly I tried to open my eyes again, to my luck they slowly parted. The hard, crusty casing that was preventing me from seeing was now slowly dissolving. Only here and now did I know that the wet, cold feeling that I suddenly felt was water. Well what a nice way to say "Hello". Note the sarcasm.

"Get up!" Pain. Body screaming. Burning heat. Tight chest. It was only then was there a click in my mind and my body going into survival mode. Shutting down. Heavy breathing. The adrenaline pumping through my body, slowly filling me up with a sense of excitement and confidence. It's like the pain that my father had released and inflicted onto me years back has now came in handy right now. Blood. Killer. Need. To. Control. The. Argues.

Another kick to the gut. Another pump of adrenaline. A stronger argue to kill. Whats happening to me? My dark side. Another kick. Kick after kick to the gut, was another pump of excitement. A sadistic laugh slowly started to bubbly deep within my chest, slowly rising and escaping through my mouth. Now confident in what I was about to do and what I was doing, I found the new found strength to get up and grab the person's head in my hands. With a smirk that was psychotic I said in a voice that was not mine,

"Bye, bye" and with that there was a crack, a pop, and the body of the abuser fell to the ground. I felt his neck pop, felt the movements of the bones, I felt death, and somehow that made me feel powerful, unstoppable. He was no one of importance, he was just one of my father's pawns off his chest board, just someone he can use, manipulate, and mold into a killing machine. Looking down at the now limp body lying in front of me. Cold. Dead. Unfeeling. Lifeless.

Ka-thub. Ka-thub. Inhale. Exhale. The sounds of my rapid heart pounding against my chest like a drum and the sound of my unsteady breathing were the only sounds in the room, the only sounds that my hearing could pick up. The sound of clapping was soon the only thing I could hear, listening to the slow clapping that came from the devil himself. A proud, cold smile was plastered on his face as he inched closer to me within the passing seconds, my brother follow in tow behind him.

"Well done my son, well done. I knew with a little push you would snap." Oh no.. I played right into his game, I was now no better than him or my brother. What have I done? The realization only hit me when my father patted me on the back, congratulating me. What have I became?

I have became the monster that my father wanted me to be.

I've became the person I was dreading not to be.

I've falling into the trap of the devil.

"Welcome To The Dark Side My Son."

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So there is was my little BookWorms, Chapter three!!

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