Here she is, a lady with pride. She will be released one day. That's what she thinks.
Nine months pregnant she's almost there, but she got sent to one of the worst wards alive. The patients like to fuck with her feeding her feces mixed with spit. She was never into that kind of thing so the prisoners took advantage of her. She isn't the focal point of this story. In fact it's the little tyke inside of her. On the day of arrival the doctors had to cut her open, if wasn't a pretty sight. The kid came out horns on his head, a tail and his skin was red. He was a child sent from hell purely to cause destruction and for legal reasons they couldn't kill him but oh they wished they could. Two years later they sent him to an orphanage where they died his eyes from red to green as an experiment. They locked him In a cage so he could hurt no one. As he grew up he was neglected by the kids around him. Most of them were scared that he would kill them, their accusations of him were correct. At the age of thirteen he was sent from the orphanage to live with foster parents.
"From this day forward were going to give you a new home." The woman cheerfully let him know of the news.
"Shut up bitch, I don't care if you're heaven sent or from Armageddon. You're not going to make me be nice." They both silently nodded thinking goodness what have we gotten ourselves Into? When they arrived to the house he was spitting up something fierce cottonmouth and pulling out the xanny's he packed in his nasal cavity. He went to his room where he created the most diabolical items he could imagine. Spend days, even weeks on the worst torture device concepts ever bred, until suddenly it was found a device to kill them. They would be strapped to a chair and scooped out their eyes with melon ballers then it would suspend them over stakes and impale them from the ass through their mouth over a period of days. During this process he would share his syringe to give them involuntary diseases that made them itchy all over but when he went out to steal a pack of cigarettes he left it unlocked. When he came back he noticed his door was locked. Entered the other room to find his parents were gone until they jumped him from behind. They thought they had him down until he roared so fucking loud that every glass shattered. The two ran away until he jammed his sharp claws through their throat, killed them both sustained himself for a couple days while he digested them both. Back to the orphanage he found the room he stayed in had been left the same. they were impressed the parents lived so long. Every authority looked as if they saw a ghost he was back, ready to haunt the area, with his devilish charm and his fiery destruction. The kids left him alone and he levitated objects only to cope with the fact that he will never be earthly, until he turned sixteen and forgot these things happened. The next place he went to was a highschool where he met his best friend, a guitar player who played the stage. He waited back stage feeling alone and depressed. His name was jack greed, and I have finally found him.
The room around these two became more Vivid rather than distant images of the past.
"There's no way! My father died in an accident and my mother was a-"
"Brothel woman? I know everything about you. You must read this book! Don't skip a single page, let alone a single line. Read everything, I will know if you skipped something." The man vanished leaving a string tied leather cover book on the stool he was sitting on. The set has finished, the Guitarist has returned to see his friend jack greed, gone!
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Chapter 3 "not myself today" will be out tomorrow! Thank you for reading :)
