"Ha! Your stupid! Who would want to ever be near you, freak?" A child's voice called, it's mocking tone digging into its preys soul. "S-shut up! Your the stupid one! Leave me alone!" A voice returned, it's sobbing, stuttering words barely making it to their ears. The pursuit never stopped though. The little gang of bullies continued to follow at a distance, peppering the tiny individual with hate filled comment after comment. Adam, the boy who was being bullied, had to deal with this every day, never being left alone.

"Children! Stop that at once!" A cold, harsh voice called. "Aww...but ...were just showing that stupid demon the truth." The leader whined, looking up at the head nun with puppy dog eyes. "Hush now! He is already due for his happy time fun box. Now go inside and eat your supper." , the meanest nun alive, would say. Adam, soft red hair and broken, terrified little eyes would stare at the approaching woman. Old, wrinkled hands like claws, they would grab you firmly and never let go. "P-please...I never did anything wrong...please..." Adam would mutter, tears flowing down his white little cheeks. Yet, just like every other day, he would get dragged back into the orphanages basement.

"Jesus little orphans" is what the orphanage was called, dedicated to taking care of any orphans on the streets. Yet this orphanage, unlike others, had nuns that were far from nice. The nuns, in truth, were very kind people. But something changed when they looked upon Adam, something that steeled their hearts and made them angry to the point where they would hurt him for no reason. In the old basement of the 2-story, house like orphanage was a box, made of hard iron. Darkness shrouded the box, light never seeping into a crack of the Box, much less the basement.

Here they would throw Adam, his frail little body being shoved into the box, about the size of a large washing machine. "No! Please don't! I'm sorry! Please forgive me for whatever I have done! Please!" Adam would wail, being carried kicking and screaming into the basement. Other children would look on as he was carried away, smirking and giggling at his torment. "Get in there you wretched little demon!" The nuns would hiss, pushing him roughy, into the cold container. Little slices were made on the top of the box, to allow air to get inside.

"No! Please don't leave me here! I'm sorry! Please! PLEEAAASE!" Adam wailed, slamming his little, 7 yr old hands onto the cages smooth door. The sound of angry muttering and the receding footsteps would be his only reply, the nuns leaving him there with no food or water. There he would stay, legs pulled to his chest and face buried in his knees as he cried. Silence would cloud his ears, deathly silence that was chokingly quiet.

"H-hello?" Adam muttered, not able to see anything in the pitch black. His words would be snuffed out almost immediately, as he would hear no reply, nothing that would signify he wasn't alone. However much Adam cried, however much he did, he would never be good enough. The nuns, each one having done it before, would force him to clean the dishes and if he missed a spot, each none would whip him 3 times. 7 nuns, each whipping him 3 times. 21, harsh whips that left scars in his boney body.

After a day or 2, Adam would be released, sobbing and shaking as he dragged himself into the sunlight, to hide under the shade of a oak tree before the other children found that he was out of the basement. Sooner or later, the children would realize it was time to hunt, running outside screaming and hollering. Adam, hunger and thirst getting to him, needed nutrition. The nuns would purposefully leave so,e steaming, delicious food on the windowsill for him to get. Adam already knew it was trapped and was smart enough to go after the left overs the children had left behind.

However, the nuns would wait for him there to, appearing from the shadows when he was eating. "Disgusting! You disgusting animal! If your going to steal and scrounge for food, why are you not smart enough to go after the food on the window sill?!" They would yell, screeching and hollering. If he went after the food on the windowsill, they would yell at him for stealing good food. Everything he did had a down side. The children, hearing the commotion, would in and find him being yelled at, laughing and throwing in their own comments.

Adam snapped out of it, gasping for breath. Staring at the schoolyard, Adam softly kicked the chain fence, the little kids laughing and playing. 11 years later, here was Adam, 18 yrs of age and roaming the world. Sighing heavily, Adam remembered his harsh past, cringing at the cruel reality. So much has happened over the years, so much suffering, so many new scars were added to Adams body. Turning away from the school, Adam continued on his way, heading down the street.

Very rarely did Adam leave his house, as the light of the minecraftian world was something he was unaccustomed to. Along with not being accustomed to the light, the looks people gave him showed their displeasure. Adam was renowned for his dark past, no one truly knowing what has happened to him. Many believed he was a crazed killer who, when seen, was on his way for his next victim. Some believed he is a demonic contraption of the government. Others simply think he is crazy. Each person that saw Adam either didn't know him at all or knew him well enough to stay away.

The cold, piercing glares of the people's eyes dug into him. Those anger filled eyes that always dug into him, that always followed him wherever he went. Ignoring the cold glares he was given, Adam continued to walk, aimlessly searching for a place to rest. Soon enough, Adam came upon a café, a small book store for people to read and drink some coffee. Entering it, all music the band was playing, all pages that were turning stopped. All eyes were on him, staring, wondering what he was doing there. Making his way to the back of the café, Adam sat in a empty spot, near a window. The smooth, brown, wooden table he sat at didn't make a sound as he laid his head on it. The metal stool he sat upon did not creak or screech as it moved against the tile floor, as if afraid of making noise.

No one came to serve Adam. No waiter or waitress came to ask him for his order. The fear in their eyes betrayed their calm movements. Slowly but surely the people nearest to him fled, moving to a place more colonized by others. Alone...once again...

Tears flowed from his face, the stinging slaps he had received heating them up. "P-please...I just want some food..." Adam begged, lip trembling, hand bleeding from a earlier cut. "No! Get away from us you monster!" The lady of the house screamed, the sandal she had slapped Adam with still clutched in her hand. To go along with his wife's fear, her husband had a rifle aimed at his head. "Boy, I suggest you start walking. If you don't, I will shoot you." The man warned, trembling hands holding the gun up. "But...I just want some food...anything..." Adam pleaded, stepping back. The rain that softly fell from the sky covered the ground in a slick carpet.

Damp clothes, dirty, soggy shoes and shivering body, Adam turned away from them. He was turned down, once more. Stepping down the steps, he slipped, banging his head as he fell. The woman gasped, but stayed inside, turning her head to look away. Her husband finished the deed, closing the door and shutting him out. "Why...why do I have to suffer so much?" Adam weakly asked himself, frail body at the edge of the steps. "WHY?!" Adam cried, clenching his fists tightly to hold off the pain in the back of his head. Slowly standing, Adam almost fell again, his head throbbing in pain. A feeling of nausea came over him, but it passed soon enough.

A stream of tears continuously rolled down his face, mixed with the rain. "I'm all alone..." Adam whispered softly, limping away from the house. Again and again and again he tried, desperately seeking for food, water, shelter from the outside world. No one showed him any kindness. No one showed mercy. "Get away from here boy!" They would say. "You demon! Away from this place!" Others would say. Everywhere he turned he was pushed away, thrown aside to be stepped on, sometimes literally. Adam sat down in a dark alley, the cold rain softly plopping along his skin. "I-I'm so a-alone...w-why...w-why d-does this h-have to h-happen t-to me?" Adam sobbed, burying his face in his hands.

"Why are you crying?" A soft voice asked. Adam, afraid of others, scurried deeper into the alley, hiding from the voice. "G-go away..." He said, shivering and trembling. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." The voice said, clearly female. Adam slowly looked up, coming face to face with a orange haired girl. Silky smooth skin, whiter than snow and a smile that warmed Adams cold body. "W-who are you?" Adam asked, trying to become smaller and hide. "I'm Cupa...don't be afraid of me...its alright. I won't hurt you." The girl purred, her soothing voice calming to Adams mixed up mind. "My family owns a house not far from here. Me and my sisters have lots of food and water. If you'd like, you could join us for dinner." She offered, holding out her small hand for him. "No...your lying...go away..." Adam muttered, shaking his head and closing his eyes tightly.

"Aww...but I just want to help... " the girl called Cupa whined glancing over her shoulder. The familiar shine of the handguns of the police flashed in the raining night. "Don't worry, If you just come with me, you will be fine." She said, this time a bit more forceful but still calming. "No...no..." Adam whimpered, sinking back further. Cupa softly grabbed his hand, gently pulling him up. Standing up slowly, Adam looked upon the girl, his tears blurring his vision a bit. Her green orbs were soft and kind, her playful smile the first time he had seen someone smile for another reason besides his pain.

"Come on..." She said. Adam followed, his legs slowly trudging along the wet floor. Her trench coat and little high heels were an odd choice for this weather. Clicking along the floor softly, they drowned out the sound of the police officers, their fingers on the triggers. Getting to the end of the alley, the police officers sprung out, guns aimed at Adam. "Freeze! Put your hands in the air! Get away from their madam." The chief ordered, grabbing Cupa and setting her behind them, in front of a limo. The limos door opened, showing a warm and comforting inside with other little girls, and their respective parents. "A trap..." Adam muttered, realizing it. Cupa didn't look back, nor did she seem sorry. Instead, the limo sped off, the water it kicked up drenching the police men. "Your under arrest..." That's all he remembered, the police tackling him. They best him, wanting answers for something he had nothing to do with.

They threw him in a jail cell, for a month before he escaped, stabbing a police officer in the knee and shooting another in both arms. One man was able to see Adam, and he was not the same. Red hair the color of blood, red, cold eyes that bore into your soul, Adam walked away from his imprisonment.

Slamming his fist on the wooden table, Adam roughly wiped at his eyes, growling angrily. "No weakness...no weakness..." Adam muttered over and over again, repeating what one of his bosses had told him. After escaping jail, Adam lived on the streets, growing strong, agile, sneaky. Becoming a mastered thief, skilled in the arts of trickery and getting what needed done, done. Nobody truly knew how many gangs, if any, he joined. How many jobs he worked, how much he had changed. Only Adam, in his silent, cold demeanor knew the truth. So much had happened, so much had changed. "Emotions are a weakness, weakness is pain and pain is death.." Those words were taught to him, engraved into his very soul. Through harsh discipline and extreme training.

Taking a deep and shaky breath, Adam forced himself to calm down, gulping down any more sobs he might have. "Show no weakness...show no mercy...if you show weakness, you will fall. If you fall, you will be shown pain beyond imagination. Do not let yourself fall. If you do, drag the person that made you fall down with you." Adam was instructed, ordered to remember. "Drag those bastards to hell right along side you." His old boss had growled, coughing into his palm. Adam was escorted out of the room soon after, the haunting "eeeeeeeeeeeeeee" of the heart monitor ringing in his ears. "I will not fall..."

Adam stared at the table, allowing himself to get lost in the brown swirls of fine wood. Letting his mind wander was dangerous, as it tended to bring up memories he wished would stay hidden. The soft ringing of bells brought him back to the real world, pulling him out of his thoughts. In walked the town gangsters. More of a group of delinquents than a gang, the poisoned rat gang usually just talked a lot of trash rather than do anything dangerous. Of course, there have been a few incidents where the gang robbed a few stores, graffitied the library and vandalized a few houses. Other than that, they were a pretty mellow gang, puffing out their chests in front of others for the sake of looking tough. Unconcerned with the gang, Adam looked back at the table, deciding what his next move should be. It was 5:30, nearing the end of the day. Bright orange sun settling behind its blanket of clouds, the soft blue light of the moons smile creeping up from the other side.

Adam would've continued to ponder his next move if it had not been for the fist that slammed down on his table. Blinking a few times, Adam calmly looked up, into the face of an ugly teenager. Half shaven beard, foul breath of alcohol, grimy face and dirt coated hands. His friends, similar to him, stood around the table in a circle. Dressed in their torn jeans, sagging t-shirts and worn out sneakers, the gang sized him up. "Well if it ain't the monster that come crawling 'out his hole. What brings you out of the shadows and into my town?" Questioned the leader, chewing Tabacco wedged in-between his gums. Trying to hide his disgust at the foul smell, Adam looked around him, counting 6 of them in total. He expected some sort of conflict, and more than likely, it would be a fight.

"Don't worry about it." Was Adams calm answer.

"I don't think you understand how this game works." He took a pause to spit on the ground before turning back to face Adam. "You answer my questions, or I'll make you." The chuckles and knuckle cracking of his fellow gang members signaled what he meant. "I don't think YOU understand how this game works, kid." Adam retorted, emphasizing 'kid' to mock him. "Go him, kid. You don't know what your getting yourself into. You are biting off more than you can chew, and if you choke, you won't get any help. So why don't you and your little friends run along back home to mommy? That way you get to keep breathing, and I won't have to go home covered in your blood." Adam acted as if going home in blood made him uncomfortable. "It's such a chore to clean blood off your clothed, you know?" Adam continued, laying his cheek on his hand. "So, we gotta deal?"

His answer a right hook to the jaw, a slight crack being heard. "Hehehe..." A soft chuckle was heard, coming from Adam. Turning his head to look at the leader, his hand calmly came up to his dislocated jaw, snapping it back into place with a grunt. "So...here's how it's gonna go down kid." Adam began, unaffected by the punch. "I have 6 things on my table right now. I'm gonna drive this knife through your arm, in which case you will fall back and that will open it up for me to stab fatty in the shoulder with the fork. dick to your right is gonna get repeatedly slammed in the face with a spoon, dazing him unconscious. In a pathetic attempt to help you. The remaining three will jump me, in which case I will allow myself to fall back, impaling the guy riding my back on those spiky artifacts. The guys holding my arms down will both be flipped over, allowing me to plant my foot firmly on their faces. After that's all said and done, I'll walk away victorious and your bloody and mangled faces will end up on CNN news. How's that sound kid?"

The gang, never having heard such a descriptive scenario nor ever having dealt with Adam, were more than a little uneasy. Calm and cold, Adams blood red eyes stared at the leader, Roger, firmly, never letting him go from their sight. "How's that sound to you, Roger? Want to get your ass kicked in a coffee shop?" Adams reply was steady silence. The nervous tension was so thick, if they wished they could probably reach out and grab it. Adam rarely talked, but when he did, it was cold and sent shivers down his enemies spines. Roger and his gang, as uneasy as they were, had gathered a crowd. People had gathered around them, still in the back, but watching with interest. Mumbling could be heard as they discussed what would happen, who would win, and who would die. "Listen here, scrub. This is MY town. I run the-" Lightning fast movements, to quick for their eyes to keep up, was all they saw before he came upon them. A knife in Rogers arm sent him feeling back in pain. Slapping the fork up and into his hand, Adam sent if flying, digging into the next gang members shoulders.

The spoon, just as he had said, was mashed over and over again into the others nose, breaking it and some teeth as he switched the area of his mashing. Crumpling to the ground, just as he expected, the 3 standing jumped him, trying to pin him down. Hopping onto his back, Adam allowed himself to fall back, letting the guy riding him fall onto the ceramic statues. Cutting and biting into his flesh, the guy riding him desperately tried to get out from under him, the gashes he was getting sending pain flaring through his body. Adam, stayed down, calmly pushing the other 2 off of him. Standing up, the one that had fallen onto the statues, was not in any life threatening harm, just bruised, cut and bleeding. 2 left standing. "This is the part where you look at each other, and start running." Adam said, cracking his knuckles. The remaining gang members did indeed look at each other, stepping forward as if for the attack. But they quickly turn and ran, slamming open the door in their attempt to get away from him.

"Monster! He hurt those poor boys! Monster!" A woman yelled, pointing her boney finger at Adam. The awe that had gripped the crowd now washed away, replaced with fear and hate. "Get-" the lady was cut off. "-him? Yes yes I understand. Now shut up you old hag. You know damn well your to afraid to come near me. Now step aside, I would like to wash away the blood and dirt I have on my clothes." Adam growled, very coldly and harshly. The ladies face paled, stepping back and into the crowd. His words also sent the rest of the crowd back a few steps. "I said...MOVE!" Adam barked, his orders immediately obeyed. Making a path for him, the people stared at him as he made his way through, their cold and hatred filled eyes boring into his back. Yes...those cold eyes that always seemed to find him...in his darkest of times they were there, watching, calculating, wondering.

Emotions caused a chain reaction in the body, in the mind. Fear, lead to desperation, which lead to 'righteous' anger, which in-turn lead to a one-sided argument from which only one side was heard. Anger, leads to fear, which leads to desperation, which leads to survival of the fittest. Each emotion causes a reaction in the mind, sending the body into overdrive. Sometimes it helps to keep alive, however, most of the time if keeps people down and dead. They cling to their emotions, crying, angry, happy, proud. Clinging to those pathetic emotions in a attempt to stay "human". They fail to realize that emotions are nothing more than a trick of the mind, there to blind you and keep you from realizing that this world does not accept emotions. Survival. That is all that matters in the world. Survival of the fittest. Do what you need to do to survive in this world, at all costs.

Emotions...are...weakness...