We were all born defects. Not with them, we are them. People say we can change. They say we all make mistakes. That we, the people who were born poor, should work harder. They say that 'I don't know what they've been through' And they blame the person for not telling them. Trauma is not their defect, it's yours.
I was born one, aswell. I don't like people. I deliver the riches to the poor, one way or another.
He, however, is one. He is not one himself, he is mine. He is weak. He tries to help the ones I exterminate. He should've learned. And now this is his fault.
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I couldn't move. My body stood still against a force I couldn't stop. I was dormant yet again.
I felt everything in that moment. The wind, the sun. The happiness, the sadness. The mercy.
The mercy was killing me. I just glared into the eyes of the priest before me, chanting against his will. "De sanguine sanctorum est falsum. De sanguine sanctorum est falsum. De sanguine sanctorum est falsum.." I watched his calm stance change, letting him reach out to him. I felt his grip on his shoulder as he stuttered to say,
"To.. To late for you. He is here..."
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Little Johnny
FanfictionThis is basically the whole Backstory of Jimmy Casket/Johnny Ghost, featuring many soon to come Song Chapters, Short stories, One-shots, And a soon-to-come story.
