God, my head hurts. Everything inside is twisting, melting. One thought bleeding into the next. I barely know where I am, or where I'm going. I can see lines of light, shimmering behind walls, I think I'll follow those.
I can hear voices, so many voices, all saying different words but meaning the same thing. Betrayal, I've been hurt, I'll find who did this, I'll kill them. I'll gut them, I'll kill their family, tear them apart, I feel like I can do it for once, I feel powerful, I'll kill them all.
What was that? I don't know those voices, and those thoughts were not mine. I don't know where they came from, but they know me. They remind me of a time in childhood. My dad, he had done something horrible, the first person to wrong me, the first person I hated. Then I was saved, by a man. My life had been saved, and I never even asked for it.
Ouch, there's that pain again. I, I remember being saved just recently, by that same man. It felt the same, being relieved of stress for just a second. This man, thinking about him takes away some of my pain, I admire him, you know? I love him, have pictures of the guy in my room and yet I hardly know him. I want to be so much like him, and I feel like I-
Ow, ow. Where am I? A street? These cars, they don't like me, and I don't know why. I'll just follow the light, that's what I want. Maybe I can find that man again, maybe he can help me. Then he can help me find them, those people who left me hanging.
These voices, their splitting. All of them talking at the same time, growing in number. Yes, I understand what they want, anger, anger is what they want, I'll-
No, no, no. I have to find my hero, I have to follow this trail.
What is that in the water? Is that me? I look... Blue. What did they do to me? What have they done? I didn't want this. I didn't want to be... What? Electricity? I just want help.
I just want to kill them.
Who?
Them.
No, no, no, no. Stay in control, ignore the burning in your head, ignore the pain. Ignore the voices.
But they need it.
What?
What's coming to them.
Someone please turn off these car alarms.
No, let them play their chaotic song.
I didn't want this.
Didn't want power?
No, I wanted that. I wanted to be seen, to be noticed. I didn't want violence.
It's the only way though.
Why though? It can't be.
No, I know why. It's because. I'm Electro.
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Creepypastas
Hororstories to be told around the campfire. Original stories by me, yes I did write all of them. I would like to take this time to thank all of you who are enjoying these stories. It means so much to me. I love writing, and I love writing creepy stories...
