-Warning- mentions of death... I think that's it, sorry if I miss anything
I have been told my entire life, all that matters is family. I now know that is a complete lie, every last word. Family is supposed to love one another no matter what... oh... I have been lied to for the last time. I walk through the destroyed building that used to be my boarding school. They called me a freak, monster, destroyer.... they were right in the end. I came here, to this boarding school in the middle of know where, so happy and full of hope... hope that this people could cure me of my "sickness". How wrong was I. The government will never change, they made us weapons without much thought, without worrying if what their doing could blowup in their faces. So, here I stand, only three walls are of the mile wide building.... the fourth was demolished beyond repair. I walk through, what once was, the entry way to the school. I remembered the cheery laughs of little children, I remember the cries of pain, I remember the sound of teens joking, I remember it all. I killed them, the staff, the soldiers, the kids, the teens, and my soul. Ha.... do I even miss it. No, I could never miss this hell. Their bodies lie among the rubble, most of their deaths were quick some where slower. Even if their bodies lie here... their souls stay by my ear. Mocking me, scolding me, crying for me, begging to know why I killed them all.
"I don't have an answer," I tell them as the heat and pleasurable hum returns to my body. My power caused this mess and yet I was addicted to it. They created me to be this, and now they regret it. My power is to create and destroy, to build and demolish... elements to bend to my will. I have the energy of the Big Bang, contained in one body. I'm surprised I haven't exploded yet or gone supernova. God, wouldn't that be the way to go... with a big bang, but instead I walk to the nearest town or city in hopes of finding a new life. I never wanted to be the monster but I guess fate had a different plan for me.
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Short Stories
FantasyA collection of Short stories. Stories of vampires, were-beasts, and monsters but the real question is who is the real bad guy. Read these characters stories and think about this...... who is the evil, who is good, and who is misunderstood. Sorry i...
