A wave of vomit is sent rushing up my throat with the very thought of that man… no boy. The smell of death and decay clings to his skin even though his physical body has not seen battle and the cries of his victims echo within my mind whenever his presence is near though his blade has not pierced flesh.
A person can tell when someone is evil; whether that is the subject has been born evil or has been brought up within the presence and has been influenced by their environment, in this case it was both. This boy was pure evil with piercing eyes that could unravel even the most powerful mind within seconds using an emotionless stare. His movements flowed as if the natural powers that work against and with the normal people of society were nothing but small breezes. It was unnatural, frightening but one of the most curious cases that has ever been brought before my eyes and I had no choice but to give in to the compelling nature of the file and let my mind absorb every little piece of information about him. It wasn't enough though and I soon found myself in search of more; everything that I could get my hands on with any relevance to his character or physical appearance. His parent's names, any surviving family, date of birth, age, height, weight, favourite food, favourite music; everything.
It wasn't until the hooks had been cast that I realised I was making a huge mistake. I was becoming obsessed with finding out more and was on the verge of a catastrophic breakdown, which back then, I was prone to. I hadn't even met the boy yet and within the vortex of obsession and greed I made the worst decision of my life and that was what led me to this point.
On paper he was perfect, nothing but a helpless soul who had suffered some unfortunate events and as such had ended up in the exact facility I was working at at the time. I figured the only way to get the information I craved was to finally meet him and pick his brain about certain topics or present him with stimuli to promote specific responses in order to find the core of his behaviour.
I'll take you back word for word if possible, but only to prove myself a victim and not the criminal you have so kindly mistaken me as. It is preposterous to think an innocent 25 year old psychology nurse could be anything but and you sir are nothing but a fool for believing so. Don't take it as offence my good man, your colleagues have been here before and I've told them the same thing only for them to end up in the same states as the story has unravelled.
So, before I proceed with my tale. Are you absolutely sure you wish to know the events of September to June 1925? Very well we shall proceed but act with caution and if you wish for me to stop you must say so immediately and not let your curiosity run away with you.