As John stepped out of the bus and onto the wet, familiar pavements of the Santa Monica streets, a felling of desolate nostalgia followed by a surge of emotion containing nothing but wrath began to wreak havoc inside of him.
Destroying all obstacles in the way, the surging wrath continued to travel through his body until it arrived in his eyes, were it exploded into a raging fire of killing intent.
"AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!*
As the killing intent continued to increase without any sings of stopping, John fell to the ground whilst howling like a wounded best.
Despite the immense pain he was currently experiencing, John still managed to remain sane enough to realize that it was only a matter of time before he was exposed and stopped.
Although the rapidly growing killing intent he released was of great quantity, it was not enough to alert anyone yet, which gave him some time to resolve the situation.
Visualizing his spiritual veins, John began to pressurize the responsible veins in an attempt to stop the killing intent before it was to late.
'It's fine... I just have to calm down and pressurize the veins before.... huh?'
As if frozen in time, all of John's actions and thoughts were abruptly stopped due to the sudden influx of memories that began to play out inside of his mind.
*November 4th 1974*
"Make sure to erase all associated birth certificates and medical records." Staring at a newborn child with cold eyes, a man in his 30s indifferently ordered before turning his back and leaving the room.
Sharing the same pair of cold eyes as the man was a woman in her late 20s who was currently laying on the hospital bed whilst staring at the child she had just given birth to.
Though instead the motherly love one could expect to see in her eyes, nothing but hate and disgust was found in her when she looked at the baby boy named John.
*December 7th 1979*
"Momma, can you..."
"Shut up!"
*smack*
Interrupting the boy with an insult, the woman wearing a Victorian maid dress ruthlessly slapped his head before walking up the stairs and exiting the basement.
"W-wh-y...d-do you h-ate me..?"
After wiping his tears and voicing the question he had always had, 5 year old John turned around his malnourished and beaten body to look at the moist and moldy basement were he lived in fear.
*July 20th 1986*
"M-m-mom?"
Stuck in place due to the shocking sight before him, the 12 year old John called out with a shaky voice whilst staring at the body of his mother,
The body that was now hanging on a noose, devoid of any life.
*April 11th 1989*
"Ughmm, m-mistress, may I speak to F-father?"
"Father? HAHAHAHHAA, who do you think you are? You're just a bastard born from a filthy maid. Furthermore, you've been banned from entering the estate on his orders."
Speaking with hate and glee, the housewife of the estate continued to ridicule him one last time before John was escorted and thrown out by the security personnel.
*Present*
Whilst John continued to re-live all of his memories, the killing intent that now formed a thick mist in the surrounding area continued to grow at an alarming rate.
Spreading outwards like a tide of death, the corrosive and destructive properties of the killing intent magnified in correlation with the quantity, causing insanity to every feeble little human mind it touched.
"AAAARHGAAAAAAAGGH!!"
Many screamed uncontrollably,
"PL-EASE, K-K-ILL M-ME!!!!!"
Others begged for death,
*Slaaaash*
Some ended their misery themselves in hope of a quick death....
Perfectly fitting the phrase 'Hell on Earth', the city of Santa Monica now bore more resemblance to Dante's 7th circle of hell instead of the picturesque resort town it usually looked like.
As more people continued to die, more killing intent was created and assimilated into what was formerly a tide and now a flood consisting of blood, despair, and pure death.
Devouring everything and everyone in its path, the flood of death instantly sucked the life of every being in its vicinity, leaving nothing but a void where life once flourished.
As the area covered by his killing intent soon approached 10000 feet in all directions, all of it was abruptly sucked back into John's body,
And with the withdrawal of the killing intent, a ghost town covered in blood and corpses was all that remained... for now,
But in the future, this fallen town would serve as a reminder of the event that caused the remote and small planet Earth's apocalyptic catalyst,
An event that was brought forth by someone who would later be known by the moniker 'The Harbinger of Apocalypse'