I don't own CB chars. This is the 2nd chapter in my story. Vicious is going more "insane" (as I like to call it) in his head. I hope you like this and please R&R.

THE BEGINNING OF A ENDING

The hallway sickened him. They were bright white and clean. He would love to change the colors of the two walls to blood red with bits of blood's spot here and there. He hated them because they were something that represented richness and "good." All of his life, he only knew anger, depression, and hatred. Even when he thought that he found love, someone always had to come and take it away for him. He did nothing wrong. He always did what he was told. 'So why was everyone against him?'

"Today is the day, Spike." He thought in his head. He knew that he let Spike live to long. For Spike was suppose to die three years ago. And he knew the dead were not suppose to be alive. For sure, he knew that he didn't see the ghost of his once best and only friend. He put his hands in his pocket and hung his head low, letting his sliver hair hide his pale face. It was something that he always did, when he didn't want anyone to see him. It was as if his hair help him to hide from the world. To help hide what he had become.

For he had become a monster at heart and he was ashamed of it. For if it wasn't for Julia, he would see be happy. "Hmmm...Julia. You never did care, did you? No worries, it will all be over with soon." He told Julia almost everything about his past. Even the painful parts of it. He so connected to her. He would do anything that she wanted him to, even die for her. He couldn't help to think about not having her in his life.

"How could you Julia? I love you; didn't that mean anything to you? I told you everything about my horrible past. Was that it? Was my past, what chased you away? No. No it wasn't. It was Spike. You loved him from the start. True, I was cold, but you knew why I was. He kept me warm and my heart was melting. And when it was done, you had to pull it out of my chest and walk all over it. How could YOU? Julia...."

He reach the stair and walked slower, ignoring the voices of the people around him. He slowly walked down them one by one, waiting a second on each step before going to the next. He was to lost within his thoughts to listen to them. "They always had it easy. They didn't have a drunk father or a whore for a mother. They were never running away from the police or their fears. And they had someone to confront them when they had a nightmare. Well, they will have no one to confront them when the see the nightmare called Vicious." A thin yet happy smirk reached across his face and his eyes had the glint of evil and torture in them. He pull his head up and let his hair fall back into place. For he was planning something so unmerciful that if there was a god, may god had mercy on his cold soul. 'If he even had one.'

As he reach the last step he smile for the first time after he meet Julia. He walked his cool yet villain walk to the door and open it. He stepped outside and went over to were his car and its driver waited for him. "Yes, they will scream with fear and wish they had done nicer to me."

"But that will be nothing compared to the scream of you Julia, or even you Spike."