The Butterfly Effect - A Tiny Butterfly Flapping Its Wings Today May Lead To A Devastating Hurricane Weeks From Now
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"Raven. Pay attention." I was torn from my trance by Lucifer's menacing tone. "Hell to Starburst, I'm gonna kick your ass if you don't listen." I didn't even need to glance to my left to see it was Gasoline who had made the snarky comment. I didn't take it as much of a threat, because I was more focused on what was going on in my own head. For a few weeks now, there had been a voice. It was unlike my own. As if it were gasping for air with every syllable forced from its mouth. Occasionally, I'd have visions. All of me and something else killing those close to me. Blurry, Spooky, Emperor, King, Natemare, Curse, Shift and Gas. All of them. Except from Radio, I couldn't bare the thought of hurting him. It makes me sick to even imagine the hurt in his lifeless eyes. Also, no, that's incest.
Each slaughter more horrific than the next. One, a chainsaw to the chest. Another, a live surgery. I was the killer in all of them, but someone was watching. It looked like a ghost. So that's what I called it; Ghøst. Its arms were grossly out of proportion, despite its immense strength it was only flesh and bone. Literally. The stitches on its mouth had come loose, showing what little muscle left latched 'his' jaw together. I had even begun trying to communicate with him. In return, he would somehow force my hands over my eyes and ask in his raspy tone, "Follow me in the darkness." Then would I be lead through Hell blind. Clearly, Ghøst knew his way. None of the others could see him, so they thought I was insane. And of course, I didn't deny it. He told me that if I couldn't use my wings, I should cut them off. So I listened to him. They only grew back. Each time more broken than the last. Each time more painful than the last. Until I just gave up. They now just drag along the floor by my feet as I walk. I can't even make them twitch, let alone fly. But Ghøst taught me how to use Telikenesis and all these other bizarre abilities.
As fucked up as it seems, Ghøst was like... Well... A 'father' if I were to be blunt. Satan never paid any attention to me. Always Radio. Radio this, Radio that. Satan would always speak of my brothers' achievements when there were really none there. If anything, I taught him almost everything he knows. It's not my fault that the heir to Hell can't even focus for 20 minutes. Every time I try to teach him about something, he becomes uninterested. The amount of times I've wanted to punch his teeth in, but haven't, is uncountable. I'll only end up on the Stretcher.
Did I mention the Stretcher? It sounds like something that doctors use. To help. To put you back together. But it's the complete opposite. It tears you apart from the waist and when you're just about to bleed out? They stitch you back up and leave you. I've been on there three times. All because Radio ratted me out for something stupid. Without a doubt, I still have stitches in my stomach from it. Any sudden movements or intake of food/water will rip you into shreds. But Radio has been my everything until Ghøst came along. I can't just turn on my brother, that'd be improper. Despite my name having 'Alastor' in it. Which is the god of family feud and evil deeds. Classic.
Ghøst said that he could make me better than anyone else, if I would just allow him to control me. Being the naive child I was, I insisted. I always craved revenge. Over what? No idea! Anything good enough for 5h3 1733ñ me.
One of our pathetic teachings was how to fight. Without weaponry. It worked in a pyramid.
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I fought King. Then Gas. Then Radio. Winning each one, in what I thought was unconscious. The only time I could see my surroundings was before and after a fight. King had a broken arm and tears in their flesh from my nails. Gas had a broken nose, blood flooding down onto his chin and neck. I broke one of Radio's horns and tore his wing. They all growled at me, all whispering about me. They knew my normal behaviour, and that was far from it. I saw Radio hissing in pain through his gritted teeth. Instinct was to ask what happened, "You tried to kill us, that's what." My retaliation was completely uncalled for, is all that I remember. "You do not become better by sulking. Get up and move on. Honestly pathetic, all of you." "Calm down, Lucky Charms! Hell, have you had enough sugar today?" Gas frowned. "Plenty." I spat next to his feet. King then approached me, hesitantly. "Do you even know what happened?" I shook my head in confusion. "You were basically possessed, because I know for a fact you would never do that yourself. Especially to Radio, you're a sweetheart to him, honestl-" "Enough with the petty talk, get to the point." My voice glitched, and so I assumed the my appearance was glitching, too. "This isn't Star, is it?" "No, fucker, it's Raven." Ghøst was getting annoyed by the interrogation. "Okay, Raven, what the hell are you trying to prove?" King attempted to remain calm. "I'm trying to prove that you're all pathetic and deserve nothing. Raven, on the other hand, was not so powerful as you and I shall change that. By killing you all. Starting with him." My hand jerked over in the exact direction that Lucifer had stood. "And then I will kill you. Then Gas. Then Curse. Then Shift. Then-" Ghøst listed everyone; he even began describing his methods. My voice gradually changing in pitch. If I were to write it down now, as a Psychopath, I would only laugh. Even as a 'child' I was still intrigued by the sight of blood. Or the toll of death. Others were not as I was.
I glared at Radio, holding his wing and growling in pain as he stood up. Only for me to skip past, throwing and catching another Starburst in my mouth. Ghøst had something huge planned. And I hadn't known even a fraction of the story.
A/N: If you're reading all of this then vote for it or something so I know to upload more often. So long and goodnight, - Cooper.
