Everything happened so fast, like lighting. You can't remember how you became this nobody all you can remember is being somebody, feeling anything. You hate this feeling of nothing, dark and bleak and filled with a hole. You brush your hand against your chest, but there is no beat, there is nothing. There is a hole where your heart once stood; you have the urge to fill it. You follow this urge everywhere, you have tried every method that you can think of, then you see children beating on someone. You have a surge of something go to the hole; you feel it all through your body, this sensation is something new. It fills you with delight, calling to you and you find yourself kicking that someone along with them. Finding yourself laughing for the first time, you scared the children and you liked that too.
Pain—you remember, the pain you felt and as you cause it; with simple words that pierced their existent hearts. You feel your nonexistent heart jump with glee; you smirk when they scream with pain and beg you to stop. You whisper into their ear soft, smooth, cold and harsh, "If only I had a heart." Then you ripped out theirs, their blood curling screams fill the air that you breathe.
Sadistic bitch—they whispered behind your back, never to your face because they knew you would torture their nonexistent hearts. You remembered him from before, the superior, but it was all blurry; just like everything else. You heard them whisper about their conspiracy they had plan, you smirked at them; "I'm in." You remember his look of surprise, then he grinned; he was pleased. Another surge through your body, one that wasn't caused by pain and you wondered what it was. You learned to ignore it and move on; you had plans to deal with.
Problems—you never thought they would come up, because you went undefeated, but then he came up; with his brunette hair and his pretty eyes, and you hit him with the pain. He was affected, if only for a moment, but he came back strong and put up a fight to the death. Your death, you never saw it coming; your ultimate weapon became your downfall. The pain had betrayed you, stabbed you in the back and you find it funny—because it didn't really hurt.
It happened like lighting, and then you faded into nothing.