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Daemonic Façade

John Wayne POV

I'm sitting in a classroom at college, bored out of my mind. My friend Paul Davis arrived at my table, looking disgusted, "Did you hear about the mutant in France?" he asked looking angry. "No I didn't." I replied boldly and uninterested. "Well, he is able to transform into your worst nightmare! What a freak!" he raged like the mutant attacked him personally. To be honest, I didn't care about mutants, it's not like they hurt me, so why should I hate them. "Paul, why do you hate them again?" I asked. He looked at me with a confused face, "Because they're freaks and monsters. They deserve to die." As expected, he gave an ignorant reply.

Suddenly, there was an explosion; a bomb caused massive damage in the first floor. There was a massive panic in the area. "Let's go!" I said to Paul. We ran and unfortunately we were on the fourth floor, so we had to go down with the stairs which was full of people running for their life. Crap. I thought to myself. We managed to get outside after like 15 minutes on the stairs.

There was a huge panic outside as the police, ambulance and fire services were called. Rumours were thrown around. "I just heard from my friends that it was a mutant! He blew up the college because he was tired of getting bullied, he deserved what he's getting!" Paul was furious. The mutant was an idiot, now mutants get bullied even more.

A girl ran outside of the building, but a massive piece of debris was about to hit her. I shouted "NOOO!" and put out my hand and suddenly the debris floated in the air, I was shocked! I have psychokinesis! I was amazed! I lifted the debris and landed it in a safe place, away from her. I looked at Paul who had a confused face, but turned angry. "You dirty terrorist! I bet you that you worked with that freak that blew up the college!" He accused me. "No! I'm not a freak!" I defended myself. "Yes you are! Get out of here! I now got angry, "Fine! You backstabbing idiot!" I ran away to my home.

I got home in about 30 minutes feeling upset. "I'm home." I announced myself. They walked towards me. "Get out of this home you abomination!" My mom yelled at me. "Get your stuff and leave!" I was offended to be called an abomination by my own mother. I got my stuff in my backpack and was standing in front of the door, "Goodbye mom." I said. "Piss off!" She snarled back.

I left the house…

BeyondNightmare

I have lived through my life traveling, never stopping; I can't live a normal life for every time I do I destroy the lives and wills of everybody around me. I never use to be like this, I use to go to school, I was very quiet and I got bullied allot and I only had a few friends... People thought I was a freak for wearing bandages around my body. They didn't know it was covering tattoos engraved into my body.

The tattoos swirl around my body in perfect harmony all meeting up to the star in the middle of my chest. I don't know why but I can control time around me, I noticed it when I was cornered by the 3 school bullies, everybody stopped like a flash of light, no sounds of life or sound and yet they still didn't finish their attack on me. I run over to a sharp stick I find lying near a tree and I send it deep into each of their backs watching the stick enter them with such grace that I enjoy watching such elegance.

Time starts catching up, watching the blood pump out of them as they fall to the ground screeching in pain, why did I do this too them? Was this the start of me being a killer? I ran and was never heard from; I deserted my family and friends because I was scared. Haha, what am I saying I'm glad I killed them! Anything that dares stand against me will feel the cold hearted steel of my dagger in their back.

I tracked my target last night with such grace that even the heavens wouldn't dare look at me without facing my hands around their necks. My target was an old man that leaned to his right from an obvious accident to his left leg. I don't care if he has a family, friends or he's Santa. He will pay for the crimes he has committed.

The old man took a wrong turning down an alley "Ahh silly me I'm getting too old for this haha!" That's right you old man you're stupid and you will pay. I warp reality around me entering my tunnel to instantly reappear behind him quickly pushing my blade deep into his back enjoying every moment that it enters them.

Time becomes stable again and the man screams in pain "Even in my death you will not know how you got your tattoos! I will never betray them!" I slice my blade across their throat finishing what pathetic existence they have. Although I haven't found anything, it still feels good to kill another after such a long time... I stroll away from the scene to hear "Another one has been killed by Night!" Why they call me that I don't know... it feels good. Remember my name, for the last thing you hear is "BeyondNightmare".