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Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privete Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.

Mr Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large Mustache. Mrs Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbours. The Dursleys had a Son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.

The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the freak... In fact if you were to ask anyone in the neighbourhood if anyone else lived in the Dursley's household they would say yes but that the child never was seen outside the house, the Dursley's always told their neighbours that their nephew had an incurable fear of the outdoors and that's why he was never seen outside, but if you were to ask the three Dursleys what the child's name was they wouldn't be able to answer as they had long forgotten the freaks name.

Some of the Dursleys neighbours however would State clearly that sometimes in the night they could hear sobbing as well as whales of pain coming from the Dursley's household, but when asked about the sounds the Dursleys would put on sad faces and tell them that their nephew was suffering from horrific nightmares that kept him up all night... Some believe them without question and those who didn't believe them and try to investigate always mysteriously disappear within a week, but no one took a notice of this mysterious happenings.

The Dursley's household was silent as everyone slept soundly in their warm beds, the time was roughly 11 to 12 at night, the date was the 22nd of June 1991. Despite everyone being asleep snoring the night away, the sound of quiet sobbing could be heard coming from a small cupboard under the Stairs. Inside the cupboard laid a very small and frail boy lying on what can only be described as a toddler cot, the boy looked as though he was only 7 years of age but in truth he was 10 nearly 11 years of age, the child's black ebony hair reached just below his shoulders in gentle soft curls, his skin was pale White in colour and looked soft to the touch if you took away the scars and blemishes on his skin, his eyes were dark emerald green with lighter shades of green mixed Within, he had delicate soft features. With all this in mind the child could easily be mistaken for a young girl, however when you ignore his looks you would notice he is covered in scars and bruises all over him, some a bigger than others like the scar on the right side of his forehead that looked like a fern like Patton that went across his forehead, across his right eye slightly touching his nose, and finally reached just above the corner of his lip, however the most noticeable thing was how underweight he was as you could clearly see most of his bones and ribs you could even see his heartbeat clearly from how underweight he was.

Trying to keep his voice down as he sobbed the boy turned his head to the door wondering if everyone was asleep and if it was finally time to make his move. The hunger was becoming unbearable to the point it now felt as though his stomach was being clawed at from the inside, he knew he was weak as his aunt and uncle would beat him frequently but would feed him as little as they could. His aunt and uncle had told him many times that he was a freak, a demon and they don't eat normal human food like his family does. The young boy had spent many months thinking of what his aunt and uncle had said, freaks don't eat human food... That didn't leave much for him to eat... Well that was until the news report came on the TV it was horrific, dramatizing, but it had also gave the boy an idea of what he was allowed to eat. The news report was simple it had stated a group of four people, one man and three women had been arrested for a murder of 10 people... What did they do to these people.. they ate them, the news even went as far as showing a detailed description of what one of the flesh-eater's did to one of the victims. The news report had called these people cannibals a race of human that ate nothing but human flesh.

The boy had listened intently to that news report as he was forced to cook lunch for his so-called family, and that's when the idea sprouted in his head first as a small whisper but as the days went on without food and hardly any water it turned into screams in his mind. If I'm a freak, a demon does that mean the only thing I can eat is what the cannibals eat... People? That Thought had scared him out of his mind causing him to make a mistake while preparing his family's meal and in result he was beaten by his uncle to the point he blacked out. That is what cemented the idea in the boy's mind, I'm a freak, a demon... So I must eat like one.

Wiping the tears from his eyes and forcing himself to be silent he forced himself up from the cot and stood on shaky weak legs. He slowly made his way to the cupboard door hoping that it wasn't locked, rattling the handle of the door the boy was disheartened realizing his uncle had remembered this time to lock the door, but before he got the chance to make his way back to his bed a silent click could be heard. That sound... The sound of that click was all too familiar and it made the boys heart race, turning back around the door was still shut but the boy reached out his hand a small knot made itself known in his stomach but it was being drowned out by the pain of hunger he was feeling which kept him reaching out for the handle. Once he had a hold of the handle he pushed the door forward as slowly as he could just in case it was still locked and the sound of the click was just a figment of his imagination.

The sound of the door creaking as it slowly opened wide revealing no one outside his door. It's happened again the door unlocked itself... I've got to move quickly. The boy thought to himself as he moved to the kitchen to grab two things a cloth and the chloroform that his aunt had underneath the sink, his aunt always got the strong stuff not the week cheap stuff she could have gotten from any Market, oh no she got the most strongest stuff she could physically get. Once he had these two items in hand he moved back to his cupboard and grabbed a small box, a box of handcuffs that he had stolen from his cousin who in turn had stolen them from police officers who had visited his school.

Looking at the items he had, he began to slowly walk up the stairs. He knew his Uncle and Cousin were heavy sleepers and wouldn't be woken up by sudden loud noises or even by movement on their beds, the boy had tested this 2 weeks before hand. First with his uncle who just snored louder, then with his cousin who did the same as his father, his aunt however woke up instantly and had punished him severely. But it was worth it because now he knew who to put into a deep sleep first, stopping just outside his aunt and uncles room the boy begins to hesitate in fear that they might wake up. Taking in a deep breath he opened their door and was happy to see that they were fast asleep... Perhaps it was Aunt Marge's mild sleeping pills he had mixed in his relatives food, it was unnecessary to do that however the boy wanted to make certain they wouldn't wake up until he was ready for them to be awake. Gently and quietly the boy placed down the Box, the chloroform and the cloth on his aunt's bedside table.

Picking up the bottle of chloroform the boy removed the lid before carefully pouring the right amount on the cloth, placing the bottle back with the lid tightly screwed on the boy turned to his aunt she was snoring quietly. Reaching out his arm the boy gently placed the cloth over his aunt's nose and mouth and press down as hard as he could. At first nothing happened but then as he saw her chest rise up with an intake of breath, she struggled slightly trying to move her head away but his hand followed with her then she just stopped moving her breasts will lower now and much slower. The boy then moved to his uncle and repeated the same actions his uncle struggled more trying to move his head away but again the boys hand followed with until his uncle stopped struggling against the smell and became limp. The boy didn't go to his cousin's room not yet at least no first he opened the box and grabbed eight sets of handcuffs from the box, he fastened four of the handcuffs to the metal headboard his relatives had before fastening the other end to their wrists preventing them from moving their arms, the other four handcuffs the boy fastened to the bottom of the bed and then to his relatives ankles preventing them from moving their legs, Now was the time to go to his cousin's room to do the same thing.

Once his relatives were handcuffed to their beds the boy then began to prepare for when they woke up, he brought up a tray that his aunt usually used to carry tea to her friends. The tray right now however carried nothing but all the kitchen knives his relatives had, there were 10 in total. There was a bread knife, carving knife, cleaver, santoku knife, a chef knife that was never used, boning knife, utility knife, filleting knife, steak knife and a small pairing knife, the tray also had a small glass and a fork on it. The boy re-entered his aunt and uncle's room and was surprised to see them groggily awake and Confused. "Freak... What... What are you doing?" asked the boys aunt groggily as he placed the tray on the small corner table they had in their room. The boy didn't respond to her no instead he grabbed three of his uncle's ties and three socks as well, the boy forced the socks in his aunt's mouth before tying the tie over it so she couldn't spit it out, the boy repeated this action two more times to his Uncle and Cousin so they wouldn't make too much noise. He watched his aunt and uncle struggle against their restraints as they tried to get up, but they couldn't and the boy couldn't help the small smile that creped on his face as he grabbed their duvet and slowly pulled it to the ground as he was still too weak to yank it Off.

Their cries of surprise at the boys actions was ignored by the boy as he looked through the knives to see which one he wanted to use First. In the end the boy decided to use the carving knife first it wasn't too big and it certainly wasn't too small, the boy raised the carving knife in front of the window as the Moonlight glinted off the blade. It was at this point that his uncle and Aunt began to scream muffled as they must have realized what was about to happen, but this only made the boys smile again after years of abuse and neglect they were finally scared of him instead of the other way around. The boys mouth began to water as a thought of what he was about to do came to mind, it scared him but at the same time he felt a somewhat thrill. Walking up to his aunt side the boy cut her night dress in the centre where her stomach would be, his aunt struggled more causing him to nearly cut her. "Don't thrash around like that auntie I don't want to make a mistake." I say as I look up at her but when she looks into my eyes she begins to scream muffled again as though she's saw something inside me that terrified her, but yet again anytime she looked at my eyes she would turn away from them so I guess it was normal.

With my aunt stomach now revealed I looked at it Wantingly as my mouth began to water even more I didn't even bother to take notice that my uncle was trying his hardest to get out of his restraints, but it was only making his wrists bleed. I chuckle to myself before I move the carving knife to my aunt's stomach and press the tip of the blade to her skin, my heart began to pound as I slowly pushed the knife in causing my aunt to let out a blood curdling scream which was muffled by the sock in her mouth. Pulling the knife away I lowered my head to her stomach and ran my tongue along the deep cut I had made the blood tasted bitter and coppery but already I could tell it was making my stomach grown in more hunger, the blood wasn't enough I needed more than just it alone. Going back to the tray I grabbed the glass and the fork before moving back to my aunt's side. "What's wrong auntie you and everyone else always said I was a freak... A demon and you saw that news report about the cannibals. If I'm not like you who can have normal food like everyone else then I must be like them who can only eat human flesh." my aunt screamed as I said this, her screams made me chuckle as I brought the knife back to her stomach. I slowly plunged the knife back into the same wound as before making it much bigger than it was before, my Aunt's screams somehow sounded like music to my ears.

The cut on my aunt's stomach was big enough now for me to reach my hand partially inside and grab on to her meat, without missing a heartbeat I began to use the carving knife to cut around my hand as my aunt screamed and tried to pull away. Pulling my hand away with a decent enough size of her stomach's meat I brought it up to my lips, I only hesitated for a moment before the hunger got the better of me and I shoved the meat inside my mouth ripping it apart as I couldn't fit all of it into my mouth. It tasted strange, it was warm, coppery and it was very tough to chew, but I couldn't stop even if I wanted to I couldn't. Everything became fuzzy as the hunger over took me, I don't know how long it had been. I could only remember a little bit of what I did to my relatives, I remember using every knife on each one of my family members, I remember fuzzily using the glass to Scoop the blood out of my family members stomachs when they finally stopped moving, I remember frantically stabbing my cousin in the stomach and chest when I couldn't handle hearing his screams most likely because he was only a month older than me.

The sound of rapid knocking coming from downstairs is what woke me up, as I opened my eyes I had to shut them quickly as the Bright sunlight outside caught my eye. The rapid knocking came again and I growned, getting up from the guest bed I rubbed my eyes before I looked around the bed was covered in blood and so was I. I looked down at my hands and saw I was still covered in dry blood, by new I wouldn't have time to clean up. Walking down stairs I couldn't Help the knot feeling in my stomach, the rapid knocking came again but louder this time. I held my breath as I unlocked the door and slowly opened it ever so slightly and peered out the crack. There standing in their uniform were two male officers, one was looking around the yard obviously trying to see if someone was home while the other officer was now staring at me with clear horror on his face. "John get over here." he said still staring at me, the other officer in question walked over quickly hearing the tone of voice his partner gave him and when he saw me his jaw dropped as his eyes widened.

I let out a shuttering breath as I stared at them. "I couldn't help it... It hurt too much... And they didn't care." I said in a small voice as the realization of what I had just did that night hit me, my eyes swelled with tears as the officers slowly pushed open the door which forced me to step back. "Kid... What exactly did you do?" asked John as he and his partner entered the house. I didn't want to answer but then John kneeled in front of me and grabbed my blood stained hands which forced me to look up at him. "I... I I couldn't help it... The hunger got too much. They... They said I was a freak... A demon... And that I wasn't allowed to eat normal food." when I said this the officers eyes widened as I spoke but both of them didn't dare to speak until I was finished. "I didn't want to... But it's been nearly a full month.. Since.. Since I last had anything to eat... I. I saw on the news about these people who eat other people... I tried to push the thought out of my mind... But it just became unbearable. I.. I I." I couldn't finish my sentence as I started to cry profusely and hyperventilate. "Kid where is your family?" asked John as his face began to pale and turn slightly Green.

I didn't say anything but I did look up at the ceiling. "Smith." John didn't even need to finish his sentence as Smith ran up the stairs, I looked at John not knowing what to do or say, but then it hit me I could show him my room. "Mister can I show you something?" when I asked this John slowly and cautiously looked at me, but he still slowly nodded his head. Without missing a beat I slowly walked to my cupboard and opened the door Revealing the cot inside of it that had small stains of blood, urine and vomit on it and on the back wall was a piece of paper tape to it saying demons room. "Oh shit." exclaimed John as he stuck his head in the cupboard to have a better look around.

Smith finally came down the stairs and looked at me cautiously, but before he got a chance to say anything John spoke first. "Smith look at this." said John as he finally stood up from my cupboard allowing Smith to have a look. John looked down at me with a mixture of Fear and concern. "Smith I'm goanna put the kid in the car... Come and get the camera and start taking pictures. I'll call the backup and explain the situation." said John as Smith finally came out of my cupboard and glanced down at me before nodding at John. Before they took me out the house they wrapped a large quilt around me and my head so the people who were standing in the streets looking at my family's house wouldn't see covered in blood, once I was finally in the car I hugged my legs to my chest petrified at what might happen to me. Once John was done radioing the station about the situation, he turned to me and pulled out and no part in pen. "Ok kid I'm going to ask you a couple of questions and then you do to answer them honestly can you do that?" he asked as I watched Smith re-enter my relatives home with the camera, I nodded my head in confirmation not looking away from the window.

The officer nodded his head before he began to ask his questions. "Alright first question name?" "I don't know... My relatives just called me freak or demon." "Hmm question two date of birth?" "Again I don't know my relatives never celebrated my birthday." "Hhh alright question three age?" "10... My auntie accidentally let's slip about how old I was." "10 years old got it..." the officer continued to ask me all sorts of questions, it got to the point where he had to fill a second notepad with how much I was telling him. When he was finally done asking his questions two more police cars came around the corner and stopped right behind the police car I was already in, Smith by this point finally exited my relatives house and met up with the other officers who were leaving their vehicles. I didn't get a chance to see what would happen next as John started up the car, Smith nodded his head at John letting him know that he could go without him.

When we had gotten to the station John had let me take a shower to clean myself of all the blood, I got out the shower and got dressed in a black overalls and a white long sleeved shirt. I was then led by John to an empty interrogation room and was left there alone, different officers had come in and out the room questioning me about everything before and after I had killed and eaten my family. Eventually people stopped coming into interrogation room and it was then I felt the hunger creep up. "Um I don't know of anyone's in there... But is it okay if I can have a sandwich of something.. And... And maybe a drink please?" I asked the mirror remembering some of the shows my cousin would walk where the glass was one way, after a while John came in with a plate with a sandwich on it and the glass of water. I noticed when I looked at the sandwich my stomach felt a little sick looking at it, but I still tried my hardest to eat and it was hard the texture didn't feel right and airtime I swallowed it I felt as though it was going to come up at any moment. After I was finished with the sandwich and water I just sat there looking at John who had stayed in the room with me and I wondered if it was just to see if I could stomach the food.

A knock came at the door which startled me, John however Rose to his feet and opened the door. "Ah I'm glad you could make it." said John to the person outside the door before letting them inside.