"To tell you my story I'd have to start with my life before I got here," mentioned Dio.

'Ok,' the longer the story, the better. I haven't heard any stories in so long. It would be refreshing to hear someone's voice again.

"I used to be a normal boy. Handsome, two parents, and two eyes. Things seemed perfect. But it all started going wrong too soon after my parents committed suicide."

'Why would they do that?!' I screamed, appalled by the idea of someone taking their OWN life. (Yet I was ok with father KILLING people)

"I'm not sure why. Life was perfect. Maybe I did something..."

I refused to believe that it was Dio's fault. 'Never blame yourself! There's no proof that it was because of you that they'd do something like that! Have some faith in yourself!"

Dio smiled. "Are you going to listen to my story or just interrupt?"

I chuckled a bit. 'Sorry. I really do want to hear it.'

Dio continued, "I had no one to turn to after my parents died, so I stumbled around the woods aimlessly. Finally, I'd fallen weak and couldn't move. That's when your father found me."

Dio paused for a second, shaking. I suppose it was in fear. I shook (figuratively) as well. Father really WAS frightening.

He stopped quaking and picked up where he left off. "He smiled down at me. It was a fake smile. An evil smile. The smile of a DEMON."

I shook a little. The smile of a demon, huh? That was father's smile alright. He'd had a smile like that as he'd killed me. 'I love you' he said. 'We'll be together forever' he said. I shook the thoughts from my mind. I should pay attention to Dio's story.

"He told me he'd make me better. He told me I was very handsome and that I'd be like that permanently. At the time I hadn't know what he'd meant by permanently..."

I knew exactly what father would've meant by that. A doll. He'd wanted to make Dio into a 'wonderous' doll. What a cruel fate...

"He'd taken me down to the basement. In his lab. When I saw all the blood, I knew. But as I was about to run, he injected me with a needle. I got dizzy and it hurt to move..."

Father had all sorts of weird chemicals. You can't escape him once he's determined...

"Once I'd fallen, he picked me up and put m on one of his lab tables. I wasn't going to give up though. I saw him pull out a knife..."

Knives. Yes, father kept many of them. Maria had some as well... Knives have always scared me. That is, if they were directed at ME. If anyone else was being injured by them I wouldn't care.

"Once I'd finally mustered the strength to move, I did, but I had poor timing. As your father came in for a kill with his knife, I jumped off the table. He stabbed into my eye..."

Dio held his hand over his bandaged eye. I felt so sorry for him. He'd been through so much...

"But even through that agonizing, I ran. I ran and ran to find the exit..."

'That explains why you don't have both eyes, but why does the skin around your missing eye look burned.'

Dio laughed a fake laugh. A laugh to try to shake off some of the pain. "That was my own fault. As I was running, a found a box of matches. I tried to light the house on fire. But as I lit a match, I carelessly brought it too close to my eye...I couldn't see how close it was..."

'I see...'

"Anyway, your father was started to catch up to me. I could hear the sound of a chainsaw..."

I flinched, though my body didn't do the motion with me. Chainsaw. My murder weapon. It hurt just to think of it...

"But I wasn't worried about him catching me because I was so close to the exit. I would have made it if it weren't for his damn assistant."

Maria. Don't worry Dio, I hate her too. More than you know.

"She slowed me down, throwing knives at me. That's when your father caught me. He killed me, but I guess he never turned me into a doll. Probably wasn't pretty enough for him after I damaged my eye. Anyway, I guess he just threw out my body."

Any experiment father thought to be useless would just be thrown in an old room. The room of useless corpses. Poor Dio.

"I was dead for a while until the curse came into affect. Your mother told me to try and guide you, but as you can see, I've done a terrible job of that..."

As I was about to protest, I heard a sound. It was like a giggle. A giggle that sounded psychotic, but it was the voice of a girl. And I knew exactly what it was.