Part 3: Kabraxis
My fingers trembled as they ran over the scar. The scar that I self imposed, as a statement to my mother. Now I live for the kill. The tournament is a good way to kill people and not be charged for murder.
I looked into the mirror and saw what almost the perfect face was. The scar was still there. The scar brought to my face an intimidating, menacing, and evil expression.
It was the song that drove me mad. 'My love' It was the most sickening song. It was the essence of pure evil. Every evening my mother would request that song. Every evening. I would play it for on my guitar and sing the lyrics. My perfect face straining as I hit every note. If my mother only knew it was killing me inside.
Since I was four my mother denied me of masculine influence. Being a man hater, she didn't like males around the house. I was a complete pretty boy. My face was manicured since boy hood, and was the cutest boy around.
It was a late afternoon were it all snapped. It was the day I met Alice, Alice and her Unreal Tournament magazine. She showed me the pictures and articles, and I became obsessed. The thought of violence was unbelievable.
Mother was rich. Always had enough for anything she desired. In secret I started taking lessons from an ex-player. It was costly but nothing mother couldn't afford.
The faithful day came when my mother found out. She was outraged. She forbid me to ever have anything to do with it, and confined me to my room. That is when I broke the priceless vanity. I was mad with rage. The mirror shattered and fell to the ground. I took up a shard and created the scar that now empowers my face, the scar that gives me the fierce intimidation.
I tore myself away form the reflection when I heard my name. "Dr. Kabraxis." They call me doctor because I have a doctorate in killing. "Dr. Kabraxis, team...
My fingers trembled as they ran over the scar. The scar that I self imposed, as a statement to my mother. Now I live for the kill. The tournament is a good way to kill people and not be charged for murder.
I looked into the mirror and saw what almost the perfect face was. The scar was still there. The scar brought to my face an intimidating, menacing, and evil expression.
It was the song that drove me mad. 'My love' It was the most sickening song. It was the essence of pure evil. Every evening my mother would request that song. Every evening. I would play it for on my guitar and sing the lyrics. My perfect face straining as I hit every note. If my mother only knew it was killing me inside.
Since I was four my mother denied me of masculine influence. Being a man hater, she didn't like males around the house. I was a complete pretty boy. My face was manicured since boy hood, and was the cutest boy around.
It was a late afternoon were it all snapped. It was the day I met Alice, Alice and her Unreal Tournament magazine. She showed me the pictures and articles, and I became obsessed. The thought of violence was unbelievable.
Mother was rich. Always had enough for anything she desired. In secret I started taking lessons from an ex-player. It was costly but nothing mother couldn't afford.
The faithful day came when my mother found out. She was outraged. She forbid me to ever have anything to do with it, and confined me to my room. That is when I broke the priceless vanity. I was mad with rage. The mirror shattered and fell to the ground. I took up a shard and created the scar that now empowers my face, the scar that gives me the fierce intimidation.
I tore myself away form the reflection when I heard my name. "Dr. Kabraxis." They call me doctor because I have a doctorate in killing. "Dr. Kabraxis, team...