The Same Coin

Truth

A few hours ago.
"Good morning officer, are you hear to question him?" The officer replied with a simple nod. "So, what's the story on this kid?" The police man asked. Then the doctor he was talking to told of the horrible things this child has done, attacking his fellow class mates, ripping apart anyone who passed by him, leaving a trial of blood, tears, and pain in his wake. "Do you want to go in to his cell, he's not allowed out so if you want to question him you'll have to go into his room." "That's fine."
When the police officer entered the room the boy was in a straight jacket and was sitting in the far corner muttering things that the officer could barely hear. "They deserved it, it was my gift, it wasn't me." The child then turned to the officer, with this look of hunger, not for food but for flesh. The officer got down to business and asked the boy a few boring question that ended with "what happened?" Then the boy started spewing his story.
Before the day of the trial something got ahold of the child and painted the white room red with the blood of the young one.