"So, are you ready to admit what you have done wrong?" I said as I sliced through this man's ankle while he was strapped down to the chair. I felt a sense of release as my blade cut through his flesh like a hot knife through butter. I walked slowly across the room listening to the man's screams and pleads for survival. A rage slowly boiled in my blood as this man begged for his life to be spared when didn't spare any of the kids that he brutally raped, beaten then killed leaving their bodies on the sides of roads or in back alleys like they were nothing more than broken toy. 

The Man that is currently crying for his pathetic life is none other than Chief of surgery at Marie James Memorial Children hospital, Johnathan James. Marie James was his wife for 12 years before dying horribly in a Car Crash 2 years ago. They had one child; Emily Marie James was about to turn 9 years old tomorrow.  Johnathan decided 15 years ago he wanted to take the life of 4-year-old Andrea Micheal, just to see what it felt like to take a life instead of saving it. Little Andrea was one week from her 5th birthday when he snatched her from the women's restroom while her mother looked away for 2 seconds as her son had fallen while following her. Andrea's Mother, Elizabeth Micheal assumed her daughter had walked into the restroom that was less than 5 feet away being that's where they were going anyway because Andrea had to pee, not knowing her little angel had already been snatched before she even reached the door. Johnathan Snatched Andrea from the park restroom and kept her alive for 9 Days while beating her for crying for her mother and then proceeded to rape her repeatedly. After 4-year-old Andrea was destroyed To point she could no longer cry or beg for her mother nor her life. Every bone in this poor innocent girl's body was shattered and her face was so swollen you couldn't recognize her when they found her body in a laundry mat dumpster 3 cities north of her home while Johnathan was visiting for a business trip.  He took the life of such a sweet and bright 4-year-old violinist. Full of talent and smiles was taken for curiosity. I couldn't sit back and just let him continue living his carefree life another minute when I found he was doing such disgusting things.  The sick fuck had even gone as far to record his victims last days of life just to rewatch it for his joy. This simply all pisses me off how he was begging for his life while he spared none in 15 years. 183 Boys and girls all between 3 years old to 8 years old. I wonder if his family know what kind of abomination this man was.

"Please, Please I beg you I won't do it again! I have a daughter!" the man screamed as I turned on the projector with the pictures of the countless children's bodies showing him what he had done. None of the children was ever over the age of 9 and he dares to beg for his life? I walked to the projector and pressed play on the countless videos of the children crying and begging and turned the volume up so he could listen and see what he had done to deserve what I am doing to him. 

"You have a daughter? Isn't that sweet for you to be thinking of her right now? Isn't her birthday soon?" I said kneeling in front of him lifting his face by the chin with my knife to reveal his bruised and swollen face as he cried desperately. Looking at a grown man cry and snot all over himself turned a pit in my stomach that made me what to hurl.

"YES! Yes! It is she will be 9 years old, PLEASE SPARE ME! IM BEGGING YOU!" the man once again pleaded for his life as he knew tonight will be his last. I stood slowly pushing my hair behind my mask chuckling softly when suddenly my phone dinged over on the table across the room. Since we were in an abandoned factory the sound of the ding echoed off the walls making it sound longer and louder.

"don't go running off before the grand finale okay now?" I said, pointing my knife at his throat as I walked towards my phone and chuckled. I lifted my phone and the name Kitty appeared with a photo message. I got to finish this soon, I got better things to be doing.

  I smiled and removed my mask, laying it on the table opening the photo showing that another one of victims' body had turned up in dumpster 3 blocks from his home. 

"Now, you said you had a daughter, right? 9-year-old Emily, what if I went to your house right now and just stole her from her bed and treat her like you did all these children? That would be fine Correct. I'm curious on what it feels like to mutilate her" I said walking back to him and running my knife down his shoulder before pressing it into his side. He screamed in pain and pulled at his restraints. 

"NO! No please, don't not my daughter! You leave her alone she did nothing wrong! She had nothing to do with what I did, Please" he cried out.

"She did nothing that is correct" I said pulling my knife out and standing and walking around him rubbing my head. Johnathan began to pray and recite the bible which just pissed me off more.

"Boy, girls, even babies. They were not spared and I'm sure they begged you for hours, calling for their mother or their father. What makes you think God will save you now after what you did?" I said Punching him in the jaw. I felt the bone break under my fist and blood slowly started gushing from his mouth as he still had things to say.

"Please my daughter she needs me…" he mumbled through his broken teeth and crushed jaw.

"Holy shit you can still speak?!" I laughed slapping my knee then kneeled in front of him once again and removed my mask. his eyes widened as if he saw the grim reaper coming for his soul.

"Don't worry, I'll cut off all your toes and fingers then send them to your daughter every year for her birthday and then in 20 years I'll send her your torse. Isn't that nice? You will be with her every birthday" I said slicing through his throat as he screamed then suddenly gagged on his own blood. 

{The Next morning}

another day once again in the same room in the same bed and yet something feels different and unusual. I couldn't quite figure out what was wrong, but I felt as if a change was coming. As I began to stand to get out of my bed, I looked around at the walls seeing every award that I've ever won and yet they were meaningless to me. Just another act, just another show, but I put on every day to hold his reputation so that I can protect the ones I love and live a life that I want.

I slipped on my house shoes and walked to the closet, springing it open. Trying to decide what outfit to wear today but nothing looks right in my eyes. I feel like something is off.

"Young Lord, have you awakened?" Said Sebastian knocking on my bedroom door.

"You may enter" I replied throwing on plain black pants and grabbing a white t-shirt. Sebastian then opens the door and entered, looking at his tablet to tell me today's events. Sebastian wore a black suit and tie with his long black hair tied to the back of his head. Sebastian work for my father ever since he was 17 years old, mostly as an assistant and has his bodyguard. He had more of a slim muscular structure to his body, so people mostly underestimated him when he came to fights but his skills were phenomenal. He began to be my bodyguard and servant, where my father was believed to be deceased. That would be five years now. Sebastian has been nothing but loyal to me. He does exactly what he's told without question. That is what makes him perfect. Questioning my decisions and choices is the same as saying that you doubt me, I can't have the one serving me doubt my choices.

"Good morning young master there are no events today and you have only basketball practice after your classes tonight" Sebastian said, looking at me, cold and emotionless, as if he was made like a porcelain doll and cannot express any emotion. Sebastian is never showed any fear or anger not even a shred of happiness, in all the years that I've known him.

"Anything from Phoenix?" I said, grabbing a black jacket and picking up my duffel bag and throwing it over my shoulder.

"Only that you cannot forget your anniversary next week young master. she was quite persistent on reminding you" he said, once again with a cold, blank face.

"All she ever does is nag, go and pick out a cheap gift and wrap it for the anniversary and tell her that will be going on a restaurant date" I said walking past Sebastian down the stairs to my kitchen, where I already knew a coffee, with a hint of honey was already made, and my breakfast sitting on the counter. My day started like any other day. Nothing was out of place and yet something felt like it didn't belong, or it wasn't put where should have been. It makes me uneasy and pisses me off. Quite frankly I'm simply exhausted. I need to figure out what it is.

Once I finished my breakfast, Sebastian, I cleaned up quickly and waited for me outside by the car as I finish gathering my things for my literature class today and we headed out then he dropped me off three blocks away, 20 minutes early as usual. I normally get dropped off three blocks away so nobody can see the car or that I even come from money. Students know that I am well off, but they have no idea how well off I am. I do not plan to make that a factor in how people treat me. I can't stand any brown Nosers, or people pleasers in my face every day thinking that I'll buy them lunch or simply wanting to be my friend so you can go on trips or sing Kumbaya. I still believe that human beings are one of the foulest in disgusting creatures. They talk about how hard you must work to be successful and yet I watch women fuck their way to the top in watch men throw each other under the bus or sabotage one another just so that they can make a little more money. I could simply throw money to every professor in here and pass my classes with straight A's and honors, even valedictorian if I want it, but it would mean nothing.

I walked into my classroom, 10 minutes early as usual there was a rather ragged boy that was sitting in the back corner desk, which looked as if it was broken. I don't understand how he can sleep on such a terrible desk but judging by his clothes I guess he's living conditions aren't exactly up to par. They were disgusting, ragged, and stained clothes that looked as if you could throw every chemical in the world on there and it still wouldn't come out. The boy reminded me of a neglected child, or a starving dog, on the brink of death. The only thing on him that looks relatively clean, was his hair, which I would guess was in a mullet or a wolf cut being that the front was always too short to fit in the ponytail that was held to the back of his head with a pink scrunchie. I could also see that on his arms that there were bruises and bandages, as if he was Recently beaten. Couple his fingers on his right hand were a little misaligned as if they were broken and didn't heal properly. I often wonder how such a ragged person be allowed within these beautiful walls. I assumed he was here on scholarship, but he doesn't look all that smart, so I doubt he gets better grades than I do. And he doesn't look like an athlete, the boy looked like if he ever played a sport he would snap in half like a twig. And judging by his clothes and his poor body condition, I'm assuming he's not rich because if he was, what the hell is he doing looking the way he does.

I walked past his desk and sat three seats in front of him, waiting for the professor to show up as I was sitting in my desk, I felt uneasy and uncertain for some odd reason as if I was doing a puzzle and there was only one piece that I was missing but the piece cannot be found, nor did I know what it looked like. this feeling was racking my brain, slowly driving me crazy and I didn't understand why.

About five minutes later, the professor walked in and started his lecture, and in the middle of the lecture, I feel like I could feel eyes, just digging into the back of my head. It was starting to frustrate me, and I happened to just look over my shoulder, one time to see the ragged boy staring at me intensely until we made eye contact, and then he covered his face with his book and put his head down like a little girl who is just caught staring at her crush. It was the one time I got a clear look at his face, precisely his eyes. They were bright blue like the ocean water that held the sunset. His eyes were quite enchanting and intense, but warm and welcoming. between his eyes, and his appearance, the eyes just seem like they did not belong to him like he had stole somebody else's eyes.

Once the lecture ended, I gathered my things to begin to make my way to the back of the class when one of my fellow teammates from the basketball team stopped me.

"Hey J-man! The baller everybody wish they could be, want to join the team for karaoke?" He yelled across the classroom, jumping over one desk to get to me. This loud pompous friend of mine name is jaehyun, but everybody called him Twix. Seems like a befitting name. Since every time you see him, he always has a Twix bar in his mouth. By the way he eats candy, you would believe that he would be obese, and yet he is fit as a fiddle and one of my best players. His energy level would remind you of a golden retriever, and his speech will remind you of a small child.

"I have very important plans" I replied, picking up my duffel bag from the floor.

"Come on Jay man you say the same thing every day" he said, standing on one of the chairs to put his arm on my shoulder.

"If you know that I say the same thing every day, why do you always ask me, seems quite pointless and a waste of your time" I replied, starting to walk to the back of the classroom to the exit. Before Twix could even speak, our attention was drawn to the confrontation in the back of the classroom. I noticed it was the unfortunate, starving dog being trampled over by Ryan. Ryan is a particular hothead with absolutely no manners or basic common sense. I begin to make my way closer to the confrontation so I could see what this idiot was doing.

"you've grown takeru and yet I still look down on you." Ryan said, chuckling softly with his minions standing behind him, looking like a group of airheads.

"What do you want?" Takeru said sitting on the floor looking up at Ryan. Judging by the situation, I'm guessing he bumped into Ryan on his way out. Seems like this kid got a streak of bad luck out for him.

"Hey…. Stop acting like you don't remember me." Ryan replied, kneeling and grabbing the boy by his hair, pulling his head back to look him in the face.

"it's starting to piss me off" Ryan stated angerly.

"I could never forget you…. It's all your fault." Takeru said, grinding his teeth, as if he was showing restraint from what he really wanted to do or say.

Ryan suddenly looked surprised, and then more pissed off.

"What the fuck did you just say??" Ryan said, yanking the boy by his hair.

"Let go of me!" Takeru yelled pulling away just to be pull back with a vicious yank. Judging by his appearance, the boy looked like Ryan was gonna snap his neck just by pulling his hair.

"Hey, I've been letting you have your freedom and your shine lately, but don't pass your place with me" Ryan said holding Takeru steadily by his hair while balling his fist, looking as if he was getting ready to punch him.

"Just say what you said again" Ryan explained.

"it's all your fault, I fucking hate you!" Takeru yelled in Ryan's face. Judging by Ryan's reaction, I guess he didn't like the fact that the boy had such balls to say such a thing to him. By my perspective, I'm guessing he's been bullying him for some years.

"You hate me?" Ryan said, in a little voice, almost to whisper.

"You're hurting me let go!" Takeru yelled once again pulling at Ryan's hands.

"This is exactly why I can't stand you you act so fucking weak and pathetic. It's actually quite disgusting." Ryan said, removing takeru hands from his and pulling him to the ground.

"If it wasn't for you, my uncle would've never found out I was being bullied in school! You're the reason that I'm living such an unfortunate life if you could've just left me alone!" Takeru replied, almost in tears. He then began to kick Ryan in the gut and hit him wherever he could. Suddenly he scratched Ryan right on the face. Ryan had became completely consumed with his anger and grabbed ahold of the boy by his hair once again and began to yell.

"Ah! You piece of shit! How dare you hit me!" Ryan screamed punching him in the face sending Takeru into shock. He had suddenly stopped moving and just laid there, eyes widened and staring right at me. Watching this altercation has left me disappointed in Takeru. For once he was showing some resistance and backbone, but it all went to waste once he gave up after one hit. I don't know what I was expecting from such a pathetic person.

I began to walk towards the exit when suddenly when I looked at Takeru once again, he didn't look in shock anymore. In fact, he looked pissed off and amused at the same times. His once ocean blue eyes had turned a glowing shade of red as he began to sit up.

His hair had come out of his pink scrunchie and fell in front of his face, and he suddenly snatched Ryan by the arm and spoke in a deeper more insidious tone. His voice suddenly gave me goosebumps. The once fragile timid boy was now cold and ruthless and gave an aura of murderous intent.

"You have grown taller last I saw you Ryan" he said tighting his grip on Ryan's arm.

"What…?" Ryan's said confused staring at him. Takeru suddenly took on an expression that would strike fear into any soul. You simply feel his rage like it was radiating through your body.

"I am nonetheless than intrigued. Who do you think you are to strike me? Nobody has ever attacked and lived to tell the tale. I admire your confidence" takeru said slowly standing while twisting Ryan's arm slightly. Ryan winced in pain and was completely shocked by how Takeru was suddenly so strong.

"So, tell me, do you believe a pig like you has the right to put your disgusting hands on my face? Takeru has failed to put you in your place!" Takeru said amused and becoming more sinister. It was like the air around was becoming too hard to even breathe in, his aura was so strong. Ryan's minions have taken a few steps back away.

"What the hell is up with this guy?" Asked Twix. I shrugged my shoulders and just kept watching for I was becoming proud for It was euphoric.

"It's like this guy's entire personality changed or something" Twix said as he started to become uneasy with the whole situation.

"I have no clue, but I have a feeling it's gonna get good" I replied sitting my duffel bag on a near by desk.

"Should I actually take your eye this time?" Takeru said with the most sickening smile.

"What the fuck?" Yelled a still confused Ryan. Takeru suddenly squeezed Ryan's arm as he started to bend it backwards.

"when I think about it, you need both hands to play basketball, correct?" Takeru said in a low voice tilting his head to the side allowing his hair to fall from his face.

"then, I will just take both your hand s and the rest will follow" Takeru said chuckling softly.

"What? There's no way your still holding grudges from 9 years ago! We were children!" Ryan said trying to yank his arm out of Takeru's grip.

"No, you were a child. You had the privilege of playing games. I DIDN'T! It was my mother's death anniversary and instead of honoring my mother I spent it tied to a pole being beaten due to your irresponsible behavior 9 years ago" Takeru replied horrifyingly calm. He began to squeeze arm tighter causing to Ryan yell in pain.

"I suffered that day because I failed to address the root of the problem" Takeru said sounding more and more pissed off.

"You have no fucking clue what it feels like to be seen a nuisance in your family's lives. I really wanted to kill you" Takeru began to stand while twisting Ryan's arm to the point it looked like it might break.

"I will never forgive you. However, you know what they say. Play childish games and you'll get silly prizes. You need to understand your actions have consequences." He Said calmly while Ryan started to yank his arm hoping to break free by Takeru tighten his grip and bent it further causing Ryan to drop to his knees.

"Ahh!! Let me go your hurting me" Ryan screamed trying to break free. Takeru started to laugh then suddenly Ryan's arm snapped and Takeru had blood splat all over his face. The blood seemed to snap takeru back to reality because he began to cry. He turned and looked at me in horror and ran out the classroom.