I do not own Glee
Chapter 1.
"Hello there honey, are you sitting comfortably ? Then lets begin, see you haven't got much time and I have a little story for us…
See I have always had this thing for myths, not that I believe them mind you, but I think they all tell you stories, they have moral messages in them. They teach you things. Or they make you, you know think.
I have a little one for you here sweetie. It's called the Devils favourite game. See there was little town in England, Bedfordshire, this story is a little old mind you. 17 th century to be exact.
The story goes a little like this, Oh don't squirm I will give the short version, the spark notes if you will. Don't worry your pretty little head. Well, not pretty.
You know Sunday is the Sabbath day, I hope you do know that. You do? Good Well ,lets begin. You are meant to keep this the day of God, he created the world in 7 days, but you are meant to always keep Sunday a day of rest and you shall scorned if you do not. There where a bunch of rouges of this town who liked to go out and drink and bet and all that jazz you know on Sunday after church. They did not heed the warnings of the vicar or the town people and every Sunday they would go out and do the same thing. There was something special about this town, the church had a separate tower. They would say this is where the Devil liked to sit and watch the towns people. One Sunday night he was watching a particular rouge, who was know for hes drunkenness, he had been a particular antagonist that day, he had laughed and mocked the church with in the facility of the very place in which he spoke. The Devil descended to where the man was, he then took him down to hell to play. Leaving nothing but a rock in the place in which the man once stood.
See the Devil, likes hes games just as much as man.
Now this is where you start wondering why I told you that. Do you not remember me hunny.? Do you really not remember me? Well, it was 10 years ago or so. Well our little story is almost a foreshadowing of you.
Let me explain. You are the rouge, I see you remember me, you remember nothing specific I expect. There where a few of us as I recall.
Well, you would be the rouge and I am simply the Devil taking you to Hell where you belong. I know it's a little to much for your small brain to handle, but you know. Let just say the we are now playing the Devils favourite game. I am taking you down to Hell. Well it will not be easy or fun, well, for you."
I make the first cut in to the cold saggy aged skin. Revelling in the squirms and screams of the man, who once was known for making laughter. And secretly know for making screams of displeasure for others including myself.
I cut him until my rage subsides to a calmer less vicious level. Hes face is nothing but muscle which I have carved up. I leave his twitching form to rest. I will sort him later, when hes large wounds to his face as well as the rest of his body stop leaking the red poison, hes body nothing short of an animals prey. Torn to piece in a rather vile and sadistic way. I wash his dirty blood off my hands as I prepare to leave. I enter the small dark and dank bath room.
I then prepare my show face, the smiling gentle face I us on the world. I smile in the mirror above the dingy sink, stained a faint pink. I smile a few times. Each time it looks more convincing and less fake. When It looks real enough I give my hands the once over, then walk in to my room change my clothes and bag them ready to burn later. I step in to the shower, the water washing away nearly all on the evidence of the violent act which just when on. I feel the hot water burn away the sins. I then get redressed.
Grab my coat and jog down the stairs and flock out in to the street with the hundreds who flock around the large centre point of the city which I live close by. Here I fit right in, you could not pick me out of a line up. I fit in to the people. The worker, the students I fit right in. You would never suspect anything unusual about me. You could not see the animalist anger which manifests with in my sick and twisted mind. The sick and poisoned mind of a 25 year old, who was once normal and average. But that was taking away from me. My innocence and naivety stolen in the night, in a place people see as happy and safe. A place where children are allowed to enjoy the amazement. But no I was denied that.
I slip in the a small coffee shop which I a block or two away, it's a small colourful shop, The colours are so bright I almost reach for my sunglasses. I immediately see the face I am looking for.
A beautiful small brunette, who skill is bright and tan. Her smile adds light to the already bright surroundings. She sees me and it immediately widens to her trade mare mega watt smile. Her chocolate hair bounces as stands up to greet me. She is my one prefect thing, in the whirlwind which is my life.
"Hey Rae." I say reaching out for my small girlfriend.
"Hey I missed you Quinn." She saying in a small innocent voice with a pout on her face.
