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Now I will explain why I did what I did. If you remember my past and history of what I can do and tried to do. I have been roaming earth for quite a while, doing this and that over the millenias. Throughout my travels, I gathered a great number of tales. I had came across the little fellow back when he was diagnosed with his Diabetes. I, in a sense, was his guardian angel... especially when that night occurred.

That night, I seen what was to unfold, I was right there next to him. I was quite pissed that I couldn't help him until after his friend was brutally murdered. As the child's psyche was splitting, it was only then was I able to enter. After I got in I had the child black out. That was when I took over, and thus saving his life.

As for our friendly neighborhood murderer, Thomas Walker. When he seen Brandon stand up, he began that horrendous laughter once more. That was the very last time anyone would hear that ever again.

"You got guts kid, I hope you know what you are getting into. Now that you plan on fighting, I will really have some fun now!"

I spoke through the child, just as I did with his mother. "You are dead you bastard! This was not to happen yet, now I am way too pissed off, but I do need to get used to this body. So, like it or not, you are now my test subject..."

I then seen him move closer, raising the machete once more. The man was actually trembling in fear, stumbling even. He tried to swing his machete at me, I simplly grabbed his wrist with one hand. Upon squeezing his wrist, I began twisting his arm, to the point that it shattered. Thus bringing this bastard to his knees. It was truly a wonderful sound, the sound of justice, and vengeance.

I decided to get inside his head, feeling his emotions and reading his thoughts, his thinking was exactly this, "Did this kid really just bring me to my knees, this is impossible. I am damn near twenty times his size".

"A kid am I? Is that really so? Well consider this; what lives below, deep down where brimstone lies. Where evil lives torturing those who have sinned for all eternity. What am I and where are you about to go?"

He was surprised, wide-eyed even, scared to the point that he could not even speak. Especially since we were looking at each other eye to eye .

I began talking to him once more.

"You are not worth absorbing, you can meet my father, you are below garbage." I paused for a moment, "You are pathetic...why even bother...You useless worm... you can't stop me..." I paused for a moment, upon seeing the green come out in my eyes, in the reflection of his. It made me smile, I was now fully in control of the little guy, and seeing my eyes come out scared the hell out of this guy. "Just so you know...I AM YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE!! PREPARE TO DIE!! BWAHAHAHAHA!!"

At that point, I simply took his knife, grabbed him at his throat, and squeezed until his face turned blue. Since I was in such a tiny body, it made it a fun for me. I shattered his other arm, just from a slight squeeze. As he howled in pain,  this made me go even further in his torture. I was going to make him pay with his life and allow my father deal with this trash.

After I had watched him squirm and crawl for a few seconds, deciding to pick up his accursed machete. I began by slicing his Achilles tendons, making damn sure he was NOT going anywhere. He still tried crawling away, I laughed greatly at his determination to survive his inevitable death. It was simply not going well for him. Walking behind him, I placed my foot on his back, causing that to shatter. I was truly surprised that nobody had called the law enforcement, considering his screams echoed throughout the area.

I finally grew bored with him wanting to end it, I flipped him over and held him at eye level with me. He was begging me endlessly, he was the deciding factor on my options. His life was facing poetic justice, I then took his machete once more, and I slowly caressed the blade over his face. Sadly, his begging continued, cutting out his tongue and lower jaw was the best answer. His eyes, this was the best sight, he knew he was going to die. The remorse, the life flashing through his mind. He gave up on trying, it was truly pathetic. Ending his life through the same means as his final victim, I gutted the bastard. I did not stop, as I pulled his guts and hung his lifeless body onto a tree.

When my reign of torture of this vile being ended, I finally heard the sirens of the law enforcement getting closer. Somebody must have finally heard his screams. I simply placed the knife right beside me, and sat there staring at his corpse. Finally showing up, the faces on the officers were memorable. Never had they seen a scene like this, a scene of my creation. Quite a few of the officers vomited on the scene, simply unable to stomach such a grotesque portrait. The rest of the force had been called in, and began processing this artistry which was mine.

An officer by the name of Stryker, had to have been the captain by the way his uniform presented him. He walked up to me, looked at me and said;

"Hey kid, you okay?"

I said nothing, reason being I didn't need him freaking out. He waved his hand up and down in front of my face, attempting to get a response from me. After a few more tries to get me to talk, he gives up and goes off to examine my scene. They set up the perimeter, beginning their most gruesome aspect of their job. They took a gratuitous amount of pictures, this made me smile. They were indeed intrigued, but also...confused, many a thought ran through their inhibited minds. Then again, if I were in their shoes, I would be baffled as well.

After about an hour, the ambulance gets there, and the paramedics did the same thing as the lieutenant did. Although they had the same result he did, I stayed silent my eyes, never moving away from that bastard's corpse. It was a memory I wanted not to remember, but to cherish... My first instance of garbage cleaned up, the very first of many that threatened this boy.

The paramedics futile attempts of relocating my childish body were entertaining to me. I finally allowed them to move me onto a stretcher to go to hospital.

The ride in the ambulance was a rather boring one. Quiet, all too quiet, all I was seeing was the paramedics having a dumbfounded look on their faces. As time pressed on, finally one of the paramedics shivered. As he had a slight idea why, I overheard him whispering to the other guy.

"There's something wrong with this kid, man..."

"Man, what do you expect his friend was murdered."

"Yeah, but what I don't understand is the fact that he survived without even a single scratch on him."

"Yeah, that is true, but I am not paid nearly enough, nor is it in my job description to worry about it. So let us do just that, not worry about it."

"Yeah, that is true. You're right. I'd best not worry about it."

I took this opportunity to speak up:

"Well gentlemen, you really should have been there... when I killed that worthless bit of garbage."

I laughed at that, their fear. The paramedics could not respond to that. Mouths wide open, their silence followed until one found their voice.

"What in God's name was that!" the paramedic that knew something was wrong was indeed correct, the other guy still could not even get a word out.

"My god, I knew something was up, this is not just a kid, he is possessed!!"

The other paramedic finally found his voice; "Oh my god man, umm, okay I..." he just passed out. The other one just followed him, they were both down for the count. The excitement must have been way too much for them. I am just sitting there, chuckling, now that that entertainment was over I had felt the need of a refreshing nap was in order.

Unfortunately, we arrived at the hospital. The ambulance drivers, were astonished that the others had passed out. I looked at the drivers and simply shrugged my shoulders. They had to call another couple of stretchers for the paramedics. I finally got admitted into trauma one. Personally, I did not see the need to be here, but I suppose that's humans though for you. As they placed me into the room, I laid back in my bed and started some self-thought.

This was a setback in the plan, I did not need to have the kid traumatized like that. However, it will be a drive within his soul, a drive to never allow an instance such as this to ever occur again. This will be beneficial...

So now, we are brought back to the aftermath of all of this mess. His mother breaking down crying and actually began to truly loving the child for a little bit. This is definitely a strange feeling, being a guardian demon. Who would have thought.

The kid is very lucky that I had chose him at that moment, because otherwise he would have been just another victim. You can't save everyone, but from this point on he has my protection. Nothing shall come to harm the child without my say so. He is an extraordinary child, especially that moment when I decide to make myself known to him. Then when he gets used to me, and my power. We truly will very powerful, not even the biggest beings could ever hope to stop.

Now we continue his story.