There are fates out there worse than death.
The horror of seeing what you could become if you do not resist your darker side.
The horror of seeing friends and family die before your eyes, nothing you can do, even though you were less than fifty feet away the whole time.
The horrible pain that comes when every single molecule in your body is transformed into something strange and unworldly.
There are forms of torture that are so horribly unimaginable that you wonder how any human being can inflict such pain on another.
There is psychological and emotional damage so deep within hearts that those who have not experienced its horrible effects cannot imagine it being that bad, and enjoy causing it.
There is the horror of being absolutely hated wherever you go, no matter what you do, because of one mistake.
There are horrible, demonic things that I cannot begin to describe, just waiting and watching for the opportunity to take a human of such unclean soul as to be disgusting, and destroy them utterly from the inside out.
There is horror in anticipation, anticipation that at any moment, you and your friends and your family could be utterly destroyed by something you caused to happen.
But no horror can compare to the one I am experiencing now, one so gruesome and terrifying, one that could be classified as torture if the one inflicting it knew exactly what he was doing.
Such horror should not be on this planet, or any other.
Such unspeakable horror.
But there is a way to stop it...
We have to overwhelm the one inflicting it, get him to agree to stop...
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"TUCKER! STOP SINGING!!!" shouted Danny, Sam, Valerie, the group's parents and several other people who knew who he was.
"But...it's my favorite song..."
Yeah...erm...well...it was the only thing I could think of, okay?