Mind Game

Prologue

From the second he entered this world, he was unwanted and unloved.

To his father who had abandoned him even before his birth, he was nothing. And to his mother, he was a mistake, plain and simple. She established that fact obvious more than often.

And thus, an orphan was born. No, not physically — emotionally.

In this child's world, love was a foreign concept and simply did not exist in his vocabulary. But, isolation? Hatred? Abuse? Oh, he knew that all too well. Especially the word abuse. Our very own John Marshall made sure to demonstrated that concept daily. Sometimes he would perform on the boy's mother, but more often, he would perform it on the boy himself. After all, what better way to learn, than from experience?

But John Marshall's 'lessons' were less for the boy, and more for himself. It made him feel powerful, watching the boy's tiny, helpless body crumple in his hands. Watching the joy and life drain out of the weak creature.

Some may even say it was his hobby. Perhaps, it even topped drinking, and let's be clear here, the man we were talking about was one who never went without a stocked mini bar, nor a bottle of rum in both hands. Hell, this was a man who's never sober.

Unfortunately, the fondness for the 'hobby' did not go both ways. Just the sight of man made the boy's skin crawl and as the beatings increased, downhill went the boy's mental health. He felt trapped and suffocated. The suffering felt like a never ending cycle that he could never get out. Oh, how badly he desired for his mother to step in even once.

But to his great dismay, this never happened. Every time he was graced with the lovely colourful bruises all over his body, he would throw a glance at his mother. And she would always be watching from afar, wordlessly. The boy would then feel his heart shattering into millions of pieces.

Anyone who knew him, knew that he was on the verge of breaking. And he was. He thought it as an all time low. Nothing could get worse than this.

And one day the impossible was made possible.

His mother left.

And as the boy grew older, his desire for revenge grew. What he had been given his whole life? He was going to give it back. Every. Single. Drop.

And so, a monster created. And this monster would feed and thrive on other people's unhappiness and demise.