Salvation of Evil Born: The Beginning

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Now I will explain why I did what I did. If you remember my past and history of what I can do and tried to do. I have been roaming earth for quite a while, doing this and that over the millenias. Throughout my travels, I gathered a great number of tales. I had came across the little fellow back when he was diagnosed with his Diabetes. I, in a sense, was his guardian angel... especially when that night occurred.

That night, I seen what was to unfold, I was right there next to him. I was quite pissed that I couldn't help him until after his friend was brutally murdered. As the child's psyche was splitting, it was only then was I able to enter. After I got in I had the child black out. That was when I took over, and thus saving his life.

As for our friendly neighborhood murderer, Thomas Walker. When he seen Brandon stand up, he began that horrendous laughter once more. That was the very last time anyone would hear that ever again.

"You got guts kid, I hope you know what you are getting into. Now that you plan on fighting, I will really have some fun now!"

I spoke through the child, just as I did with his mother. “You are dead you bastard! This was not to happen yet, now I am way too pissed off, but I do need to get used to this body. So, like it or not, you are now my test subject...”

I then seen him move closer, raising the machete once more. The man was actually trembling in fear, stumbling even. He tried to swing his machete at me, I simplly grabbed his wrist with one hand. Upon squeezing his wrist, I began twisting his arm, to the point that it shattered. Thus bringing this bastard to his knees. It was truly a wonderful sound, the sound of justice, and vengeance.

I decided to get inside his head, feeling his emotions and reading his thoughts, his thinking was exactly this, “Did this kid really just bring me to my knees, this is impossible. I am damn near twenty times his size”.

"A kid am I? Is that really so? Well consider this; what lives below, deep down where brimstone lies. Where evil lives torturing those who have sinned for all eternity. What am I and where are you about to go?"

He was surprised, wide-eyed even, scared to the point that he could not even speak. Especially since we were looking at each other eye to eye .

I began talking to him once more.

“You are not worth absorbing, you can meet my father, you are below garbage." I paused for a moment, "You are pathetic...why even bother...You useless worm... you can't stop me...” I paused for a moment, upon seeing the green come out in my eyes, in the reflection of his. It made me smile, I was now fully in control of the little guy, and seeing my eyes come out scared the hell out of this guy. “Just so you know...I AM YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE!! PREPARE TO DIE!! BWAHAHAHAHA!!”

At that point, I simply took his knife, grabbed him at his throat, and squeezed until his face turned blue. Since I was in such a tiny body, it made it a fun for me. I shattered his other arm, just from a slight squeeze. As he howled in pain,  this made me go even further in his torture. I was going to make him pay with his life and allow my father deal with this trash.

After I had watched him squirm and crawl for a few seconds, deciding to pick up his accursed machete. I began by slicing his Achilles tendons, making damn sure he was NOT going anywhere. He still tried crawling away, I laughed greatly at his determination to survive his inevitable death. It was simply not going well for him. Walking behind him, I placed my foot on his back, causing that to shatter. I was truly surprised that nobody had called the law enforcement, considering his screams echoed throughout the area.

I finally grew bored with him wanting to end it, I flipped him over and held him at eye level with me. He was begging me endlessly, he was the deciding factor on my options. His life was facing poetic justice, I then took his machete once more, and I slowly caressed the blade over his face. Sadly, his begging continued, cutting out his tongue and lower jaw was the best answer. His eyes, this was the best sight, he knew he was going to die. The remorse, the life flashing through his mind. He gave up on trying, it was truly pathetic. Ending his life through the same means as his final victim, I gutted the bastard. I did not stop, as I pulled his guts and hung his lifeless body onto a tree.