Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24743835-20140330233750

He was nothing, he was everything. He was alive, he was dead. He was there, but he wasn't. He was young, but not innocent. Every breath he took was hate, every heartbeat was death.

The boy was at the tender age of 13, a young middle schooler with a dark past. He had an urge that couldn't be quenched, a deadly urge. Every woman he saw, he wanted to gently slit their silken throats. Every man he saw, he wanted to stab repeatedly. Every child, every god-damned child, he wanted to destroy. He wanted... no needed, to see them cry, to hear them beg.

It all started with a cat, a cat he ran over repeatedly with his bike tire. He was 9 at the time, at the time that the urge took over with a need for dark power. 