Chapter 1: Do you really know me?
My name is Jojo McDodd. You can say that you already know me, and that you already know my name, but you don't. Who you know is the old me, the mute and depressed boy who once saved this sickly colored speck. And I know perfectly why people like me, they all say that I'm smart, surely rich, famous… and the most used adjective: cute.
Yuck!
I used to be all what they say, but I'm not anymore, and I won't be. I refuse to go back to those times. Because since I became damned famous after saving the speck, everyone wanted to be "my friend" and, you know what? That sucks.
But in the other hand…
Now, you might be thinking, so what do you mean with different from before? Let me tell you, my soul is dark now, and no, it wasn't before as all the people may have thought. I stopped being the boxing sac of the bullies to be one of them, now I'm their leader, and they do that: they follow me.
But no, I don't simply bring out the hell of the people that simple, and neither my followers are with me for nothing special. I've named this group "Winged Souls", though we don't have wings, no mercy, no soul…
We do our job with passion and style, we enjoy doing it, we feel pleasure in pain, but not our pain but their.
Our victims? Other bullies, and mockers and pretty nice guys or gurls. There's no difference if it is he or she. We just do it, in silence, in the shadow behind the moonlight.
If you want to join us you have to give me the proof: from the deepest of your veins, make a cut in your neck, a small bleeding cut, and I'll drink some of it, not more.
I don't really feel like I'm doing something bad, but sometimes in the night, while I'm sleeping, I can hear the pleas and their screaming, I feel the fear of our victims and there's no passion that can blow away these terror in me. Indeed, I haven't slept more than four hours per night since I started doing my job. And there's nothing that I can do to take away the horror. Sometimes I even see my bloodied hands, and it seems to me that the ghosts of those unfortunated people want to drag me with them, claiming for my own death. Still, in the day these ghosts disappear, and I can get in my mood again.
So well, now you already know me, this is my new me.
Do you still think that I'm cute?
Oh, by the way, I detest music, and I'm afraid that the day that I saved the speck, was the last day that I played that song. I really hope you enjoyed it, because there won't be more.
Hello my very dear readers. This is my new Jojo story, with my new Jojo in it. Do you like him? I brought him directly from the deepest and darkest dream/nightmare of mine. He's a devil in disguise, be careful! This story won't last too much, but you know me guys, love is going to have some room in this story. But Jojo is darker now, right? Love has nothing to do, but what if it does?