"I met him, fifteen years ago. I was told there was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; Even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong. I met this six-year old child, with this blank, pale, emotionless face and, The blackest eyes...The Devils eyes! I spent eight years trying to reach him, and then another seven trying to keep him locked up for I realized what was living behind that boy's eyes was purely and simply...Evil" - Dr Sam Loomis
What is evil? I have heard the word spill from many people's mouths before they met their end by my hands... I hear the heart beating in my ears, the choking gasps, the hot blood coursing through their veins, then spilling out onto my hands as I part their sinful flesh with my cold steel. I could not even begin to explain the rapture it brings me, the peace…Yet all the while I can still hear Loomis spilling the same bile as he always has. How can one understand why one does things without putting yourself in that person's place? How does he even begin to believe that I WANTED this?
But, is evil not simply just a point of view...? Can the mouse understand how the bird of prey feels? Of course not. Throughout my life, those years in the sanatorium taught me that human beings only enforce their ideas of "evil" on those who act out in contrast to normality. Could they possibly understand how those people felt if they have not even experienced it for themselves? Though, what person would want to walk the path of some deranged mad man? Why would they want to understand? Why would they want to help?
Why would anyone want to help me?
I see the house so familiar to my blighted eyes, the horrified screams of a girl I knew all too well echo throughout my memory. The glint of steel flashes before my gaze, scarlet...then nothingness as the life vanishes in my hands. I hear pleading? Someone begging me? My name is being called?...Mother?
She dies tonight...Nothing, not even Loomis, will stop me form ending this..
My head is hurting again...I cant stand it, just like that night. The voices wont stop..
...I didn't want to kill anyone...