I ask you out of consideration, why is it that every time I try to look back at my past I can only


    see more and more darkness within my self. I don''t see what everyone else sees when others


    look at me burdening their hatred upon me, their hatred like a fire only seems to burn more


    and more with it. I ask you again I want to live a life free of these temptations and even at


    the peak of ecstasy it seems I can only see more and more of this consuming me until I''m


    nothing more than a shell. A host less body walking around others and works as if like


    clockwork.


    The many pains I feel do not fade yet seem grow more and more until all


    I am is shriveled up piece of Garbage but, I know that I''m not or am I guess that isn''t for


    me to decide in any way or form truly. Looking upon those guards for instance those I may


    seem to enjoy every bit of it, tormenting their lives which doesn''t truly bring to solace. I don''t


    even know I decided to kill all those they held dear. Was it only for the blood, the soul


    wrenching, heart throbbing blood. I feel a deep emptiness working it''s way inside of me or is it


    that I''m already empty and I''m just a living clockwork at play but, I''ll leave that choice upon and


    anything of those who question. Staring down at my blade as if it beckons me to kill more, even


    my own thirst seems to want more but, do I truly want this do I truly want to end more lives


    around me? I guess it doesn''t matter because either I''ll keep killing, and I keep running, no


    matter what until I find that answer to my question. Taking my blade in my I run forward with


    all that I have.


    Every single second as if slowed by my mere speed. Then darkness. Just darkness


    encamped ares my eyes and I can find myself in a room of sorts. My body bare, my vision hazy


    and I see before me the group of guards. I can still see the hate in their eyes that they harbor


    for me. I am chained to wooden chair that you could find anywhere really. And all I smell is my


    sweat and the bloods stench reading my body from all of those that I''ve killed. One of the


    guards seems to have a chain in his hands and he''s grinning directly at me smiling. I know


    from experience that hate like theirs won''t be extinguished my mere words and that each time


    he swirls his chain in the air he wants to hurt as much as he can. It looks like I''m still to weak,


    still to weak to beat those who stand against me. I''m so pathetic. The guard in front with the


    chain then speaks “We know you''ve killed lots of our family members and neighbors, you even


    killed my daughter you piece of shit!” Taking his chain he whips it me with so much force that in


    Impact it leave a long chain shaped wound, I can feel my skin skin, and the pain intensely


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    agonizing.


    I begin to have heavy gasps, he then shouts at me again “I intend with my buddies


    here to fucking put you into as much pain as fucking possible and leave you to die in this village


    where you''ve killed so many of us”. Ending on those mere words he begins to wind his chain up


    faster this time and hits shine more profusely, my insides almost gurgling in pain and all that I


    am begins to turn into pain, all that I feel right now is this pain deep inside of me. As they strike


    me again and again all I can feel is my body becoming shredded under his chain. Then another


    man takes his hands and begins to break every single one my fingers, I begin to tell in pain but


    they only laugh, and laugh at me they do. They don''t care about what pain they cause upon me


    because I am the central focus of their hate.I can''t even move my fingers and I begin to lose


    myself more and more to this pain, to this horrible feeling. Another of the men begin to hit me


    and punch me over and over, my flesh becoming victim to their many onslaught of of punches


    and kicks. Every moment I only feel pain, seconds turn into minutes, and minutes turn into


    hours of pain. I hate, I hate, “I…. Want…. To…… Kill.” This festers into my mind, I can''t die


    now, I just can''t. I need to get stronger so I don''t have to rely on anyone but myself. I will


    kill them, and I will show them what they''ve done. But the pain, the pain is endless, it hurts,


    It hurts……IT HURTS!!!!


    I don''t care what others would say but I have to break free, their laughter


    resounds in my head and I can feel my blood begin to resonate. They keep yelling “Freak”


    “Murderer”, “Weakling”. My teeth chatter, my own blood leaks all over me and my hate is


    growing more and more. I begin to yell in pain and I cry. I cry and scream so much but I can''t


    break free. Eventually my lungs die out. My vision blurry and my eyes sunken. And their


    laughter becoming sound in the background. I think see their faces in fear, they cry, and beg but


    I don’t know why. Try to break free the chains break and I stand up as if I was never bound. And


    I walk over and ask “Why?” but it''s too late, they are already dead. I ask myself what happened,


    did I black out in the middle of it, looking at my body it seems as if I was never injured but


    looking at my hair it''s Crimson. And looking down in a reflection of my own blood my eyes


    to be golden, still I loose my footing and fall into a pit of my own blood, crying. I just can''t hold


    it in anymore. Walking outside I realize was this the work of that bracelet but before I can get


    an answer,  a sharp pain goes through my chest and blood begins to drip.