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Ͼ17: ŁUUЛΛ ЖUŁŦ

Victor's POV:

The moon was rising higher into the sky as I trudged along the road, looking around at the woods around me. Damn it... they had to go and end the war without me. I wanted to be there.... I wanted to see the look on their parents' faces when we won. I earned that much. I felt a hum bubbling up in me as I looked at the rocks on the road then froze up as my head started to hurt. I groaned and fell over into the road, gripping my head. "GAH! THE HELL!" It felt like my head was splitting in two- like someone had taken an axe and was driving it through my skull. I could feel tears slipping down my face as I turned over onto my stomach and banged my head against the dirt, trying to make it stop. It felt like it was burning, the pain agonizing. I could faintly hear someone singing nearby, the voice a small boy's voice.

"Victooor~ come out and play," the boy sung out. "You know this isn't you~ Don't run from it! It's wooonderfuuuuul," he purred. I winced then slowly lifted my head, looking for the boy's voice and saw him standing a few feet away from me, his body transparent as he watched me with a smirk. "Hand me the wrench," he whispered and exposed his fangs at me, grinning. I widened my eyes and shrieked, backing away from him as my head pounded. I tensed as I noticed his snow white hair and his similar features to me- is he me? "Always listen to what daddy tells you," he said and smirked, starting for me. "Didn't he ask us for the wrench?" T-the wrench? I went to get to my feet but fell over onto my side, groaning. "Victoooor~ don't run from this~ You're meant to maim and torture- to prey on the weak! This is us!"

"S-stay away from me! You're not real! You're not!" I shouted at him and threw a rock at him, only making him giggle madly as his eyes darkened.

"Not real? Oh... I'm real alright," he said and smirked. "I'll show you how real I am." I widened my eyes then felt my head pulse before I groaned and gripped it.

"Make it stop.... Make it stop," I begged and started to crawl away from him slowly as he followed after me calmly. "GO AWAY!" I heard a faint howl near me and then a small growl. I widened my eyes and looked towards the woods. Wolves?

"Victor," I heard the boy whisper in my ear, leaning over me now. "Where's the wrench?" I shrieked and went to push him away but my hands went through him. He grinned mischievously at me then. "If you don't hand over the wrench... I'll have to punish you~" I felt my head pounding then and I let out another scream as my vision blurred, a thud reaching my ears as my head hit the ground. "I'll break all your toes... then your legs... and then your spine... and your ribs... then your fingers, arms, and neck... bone by bone," the boy hissed then. "Daddy always said that you must strike fear into your victim~!" I felt excruciating pain racing through me as it felt like my toes were starting to break, but I could see through my blurred vision that they looked okay. Blood suddenly ran down my feet, making me widen my eyes as I screamed and arched my back, but the blood was gone quickly, disappearing without a trace as I felt pressure applying itself to my legs, the boy grinning at me. I caught the faint scent of wolf lingering in the air. I groaned and held my head before I managed to get onto my hands and knees, my fangs exposing from the pain as I forced my body to move. I can't get caught. I can't. I can't let wolves catch me! I've got to escape this boy! I shouldn't have left! I cried out as I was yanked back, my leg suddenly breaking from the pressure and causing me to shriek as I hit my head on the ground.

"Victor... take the knife," my father purred into my ear. "You can cause lots of trauma with it. A knife is your greatest weapon, and your enemy's worse fear," he whispered, putting a knife into my hand. I looked down at it curiously then giggled as I licked the blood off it that was on it. "You're such a good boy~" I watched as my father kissed the side of my head then nudged me towards a man strapped down to a table. "Cut him up~ Do as you please to him~ Whatever you want, he's yours." I giggled and bounced over to the man then looked him over. The man's eyes widened and he shrieked, starting to tug at the leather straps holding him down as I managed to climb onto the table and got over him. I looked the knife over then started to cut his shirt open, making him shiver.