Chapter 1
How does one simply begin a story like this?
There was many good places that I could start. Like, when I was born, and the world that I was born into; a very broken one that is. Maybe even when my dad disappeared. According to my mom, it was because of a divorce and he ran off. But there was no custody battle, no going to court over it; and soon after, my mom stopped wanting to be around me in public. Even I knew what really happened.
Or I could even start, when, I at the age of fourteen almost succombed to the same fate that my dad did; when I got the dreaded "Demon's Virus".
That might be the best place to start. Not that the Demon's Virus kills anyone, well, not physically anyways. What it does is something worse, something similar to things that people only decades beforehand merely joked about and made a fad of.
The Demon's Virus mutates you. Not only physically, but mentally. It makes you look no longer human. It even seems to strip you of all things mindwise that make you human, like the abillity to think rationally, seem to feel anything other than pure, unmanageable anger.
As of now, there have been no recordings of anyone overcoming the disease, or anyone trying to do any intense research on it.
I, am the only exception that I know of. When I had gotten the disease, I, unlike everyone else, decided to fight through it, see if I could surpass it, survive to see a cure from it.
And for a time, I lived with the Demon's Virus. I learned how to control my anger perfectly, to fake being a normal person. Yet, like all things, my cover slowly came off.
Which, is where my story really begins.
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