Sorry to the people who were anticipating the writing of the previous story I posted. But as I stated in it. I am diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. The past two weeks I've been in the hospital. I've just recently recovered enough to write. But when I read over my notes and ideas for the previous story I noticed many blaring flaws and gaping holes in my plot. It was beyond apparent that it was unwritable. So I scraped it. Now completely revised and fixed, I have posted this. I hope you guys enjoy it. Feel free to review. I'll respond to everyone, except flamers or wimps.

But before you read. This story isn't for the faint of heart or stomach. If you get sick at the mentioning of gore or torture then this story is completely not for you. If you hate sexual scenarios and blatant mention of rape. The read something else. This story is 100 percent meant for adults or mature minded teens. If you can't be civil about a fictional story then I will say this only once. Do Not Read This Story. I do not condone any of the acts of this story in real life. Anyone who does these acts isn't a human being but an animal.

If you have made it this far then, good luck, good reading, and remember that fiction is only as real as you believe it to be. This is a slow burn of a story. Any romantic moments will be much later in the story. Anyways, Enjoy.

Hadrian knew he was special. How else could he do the things he did? If he was so special then why was he locked up in a cage his whole life? If he was so special then why did his 'Family' torture him? Yet, he knew with a certainty that he was special.

Everything he did, everything he will do, all summed up to his only goal. Survive, Thrive, Dominate, Rule.

Hadrian smirked as he drew his knife across the man's throat. He watched, his eyes filled with euphoria and pleasure, as the man before him struggled to breathe. Blood filled the man's lungs and spewed all over his front staining the once pristinely white collared shirt an eerie crimson. The man thrashed in his bonds, desperately trying to reach for his throat.

Hadrian reveled in the feeling he was experiencing. He could feel the man's agony. It was delicious! But it wasn't enough. Hadrian turned to his left. He ripped the blindfold off of the woman that was similarly bound, but to a chair. As soon as she could see, a wail of pure agony escaped her. She began pleading desperately, her eyes wide with terror.

Her wails invigorated him. Quick as a flash, Hadrian brought the knife around, slashing her across the face directly across her eyes. Her wails became screeches. Which quickly became irritating. He struck again this time with a fist, knocking her backwards onto the floor. Her head bounced hard off the floor. It was then he pounced.

He brought the knife down fast and hard upon her upper belly. He withdrew it just as fast, bringing it back down onto her right breast. He repeated the process thirteen times in different locations around her torso. Her screeches became wails, then whimpers, then nothing.

It was then that Hadrian turned his attention to the last occupant in the room. A boy no older than he, bound and blindfolded. He withdrew the bloody knife from the woman's corpse, and brought it around to the boy.

Hadrian smiled wickedly. He had saved the best for last.

Hadrian ripped the blindfold off the boy, then immediately punched him. He punched him again and again. Just before the boy became unconscious, Hadrian slashed his knife across the boy's cheek leaving a hole. The boy screamed, tearing the new wound open. Hadrian brought the knife down hard. The boy's screams became high and shrill. Smirking Hadrian twisted the knife, relishing in the agony he was inflicting. He pulled backwards slowly. The boy screeched and fainted, only to suddenly wake up screaming. It was impossible for him to escape the pain, for Hadrian willed it so.

When the knife was fully away from the boy's body ten minutes later, Hadrian lifted the dripping knife to eye level. The boy eyes wide with pain and fear tried to escape fruitlessly. Hadrian, smiling, slowly ever so slowly plunged the knife tip into the boy's right eye socket.

Hadrian was filled with euphoria. The feeling of unadulterated suffering flowed through him as he slowly twisted the knife around the eye socket. Blood sprayed across the space between the two boys, splattering all over Hadrian's face, neck, and crimson soaked clothes.

Once the eye itself was hanging down the boy's face Hadrian switched over to the other one. He repeated the slow process. Finally Hadrian had enough. He forcefully plunged the knife into the throat and twisted as he pulled it out. He then plunged it into the boy's chest on the opposite side of the heart. He left it there and watched as the boy died.

This was when the world around unfroze. Shortly after he was in the same position when the police found him. It was a scene never soon forgotten. For when Hadrian was escorted away, he had a wide wild eyed grin plastered over his blood splattered face.

Three months later

Correctional Officer Jones shuddered as she watched her charge, a boy no older than eight, grin wildly at her. She knew the complete case about the boy. The fact that he was grinning at her meant that he was up to something. The first time he grinned like that was on his first week in. The time said boy gutted a poor girl who was about to leave. She had served her time dutifully and was one of the few whom were remorseful for their actions.

The girl got too close to the devil that was her charge. Jones still remembered the scene. The poor girl's intestines spilled out across the floor, gore pooling all over the white tile floor, the looks of fear and shock all around. There were a few exemptions, for a few of the older children were looking in undisguised interest.

The second time she saw the grin was only three weeks ago, when the boy all but decapitated a cafeteria staff member with only a lunch tray. The reason why she remembered even more vividly. He didn't get enough peas. Peas.

Now everyone knew. If you saw the grin, someone was going to die. It was to be reported immediately. Jones did just that, but it was already too late. For the boy was already stabbing another boy in the eye with what appeared to be a broken utensil. Screams sounded and children were running away. But none so dreadful as the boy with a broken spoon in his eye. Which was yanked out forcefully by her charge. Just as quickly the boy was silenced with a slash across the throat from another broken spoon.

Her charge was pulled away and beaten by two of the security officers, and dragged to solitary. Jones stared at the body of the boy at the table. She recognized him. It was little Sam Howard. A nine year old. She threw up why was in her stomach. It was never easy to see death. But where she worked, the little monsters that were here always find a way to kill.

It was forty-eight hours before her charge was released. He was dragged to the interrogation room, where she sat waiting for him. When he was chained to the table, she spoke. "Why Hadrian? What did Sam do to deserve that?"

"He looked at me wrong. Fucking look in his eyes that was judging me. Fucking insect." He suddenly smirked. "Bet Vicky loved that. Shithead of a guard that he is. Boy what I would do just to smear his fluids all over the white shiny walls. Use his intestines as a jump rope, need to keep in shape after all. Small room has no room to keep fit. Maybe I'll send you his cock as a present. Something for you to remember him by."

Jones paled considerably as Hadrian described the way he would kill her husband. Which only caused Hadrian to grin at her. She knew he hated her. He had described many ways of how he would kill her and her husband over the three months of his sentence.

"Only then will I destroy you. Ooh how I would LOVE to spray your brain through your pretty blue eyes. Hmm, maybe I'll keep those. I always need a few paperweights. Yes." His wild eyes scanned her. Thoroughly creeped out. She rose to leave. "Say hi to Vicky for me! It might be the last time you can."

She froze at the doorway. Fear flooded her. A second later she all but ran out of the room, all the while Hadrian's laughter reverberated throughout the hallway.

Fifteen minutes later

"He is a complete monster! He is too dangerous to be here! He keeps threatening my life as well as my husband's! I demand that monster be transferred or my husband and I will resign!" Jones yelled at the administrator.

"Helen, I'm sorry, but there isn't anywhere else to send him. He can't go to any of the other children correctional facilities. They don't have the manpower or the inbuilt facilities to house him. And we cannot send him to an adult prison. He is only eight."

Jones moved to interrupt but the administrator cut her off. "If you feel so strongly about leaving then I won't stop you. It is as you say, the mister that was a little boy has threatened yours and Victor's lives. But I can do something. If it means keeping my best consoler and patrolman. I can officially move him to permanent solitary, with the occasional few hours of stretching room. You will be assigned a new charge and your husband will patrol a different wing of the facility. But it's your decision on whether you stay or not."

Jones thought hard and fast. Eventually she agreed. "So long as you do what you promise then we will stay. But I don't want to be near him anymore."

The administrator sighed. "You will start your new charge immediately after you leave this room. You have my word."

Suddenly the alarms blared throughout the building. One of the dangerous occupants was missing and loose in the facility. They both knew who it was.

"Victor!" She cried.

Jones rushed out of the office. She pelted through the hallway as fast as her legs would carry her. As she turned left on the next intersection. She stopped dead. In front of her was Hadrian. But that wasn't the worst of it. In his right hand was the head of Victor Jones Jr. her husband.