Prologue - The End of Innocence (and I
don’t mean someone’s virginity)
Ok…so how the fuck do I begin this?
“Try telling us some exposition
first!” says someone somewhere.
Good idea! My name Michael and I was
born in a family that doesn’t care about me. I’m just some tool that they want
to use end their life and give them the life they can’t afford. They say I
should become a doctor to do that, but I don’t want to do that, I don’t even
know what I want to be yet and it doesn’t help that they try to guild me into
being a doctor.
“Don’t you want to make sure your
family stays alive? Don’t you want to make us happy?” they say all the time in
front of everyone.
I respond with silence because I
don’t want to say no out loud, but me being quiet gets everyone to hate me
because they think I don’t appreciate the things my parents do for me. But what
they don’t know is that all the gifts, all the hugs, kisses, and loving words
are just things I have to pay them back for.
“I give you all this so you have to
give me double it later,” is what they’re really saying to me.
I don’t have any friends to support
or pick up for me. Hell, I can’t even do that for myself. Plus, I don’t even
think it’s possible to make friends in this world. Damn it, I’ve got to get
these depressing thoughts out of my head, otherwise I might try to kill myself
again. I’ve actually made two friends or at least I think they are. Their names
are Shawn and Michele and their stories are like mine.
“Oh my God! First we hear his back
story and now we’re going to hear two more?! Screw this!” someone says as they
get up and leave.
Well…I’ll try to keep this short,
which is going to be easy since they didn’t give me a lot of details. Michele
was sold to some mafia when she was four years old to pay her parent’s debt.
She was raped and forced to be a prostitute for those who liked little girls.
They would beat her till she bled and if she resisted or didn’t want to do
anything the customers wanted, she would be maliciously tortured until she said
she wanted to do her “job”. She went through all of this for years, until she
snapped when she turned fourteen years old, which is how old all three of us
are. It was an event where prostitute was going to be traded and once the
thoughts of having to go through more what she was going through, she lost it
and killed everyone in the building. She managed to do it by being stealthy and
by tricking people with her looks before she killed them. Even after killing
everyone there, she went outside to kill a family of three who had a little
girl. She told me she did it because she was jealous of their happiness.
Shawn was apparently born on the
streets. All he remembers from his childhood, was that he was homeless with no
one to care for him besides himself, which forced him to steal and sometimes
eat things out of the garbage in order to survive. A gang who needed members
eventually picked him up and even though they dragged him to join them, he
didn’t mind because at least he had a roof over his head, food to eat, and
women to please him. What he liked and eventually became an expert at is using
various guns. He liked the way they felt and he practiced using them until he
became the gang’s expert gunslinger. Shawn would eventually get out of hand,
since he was a shoot first and ask questions later kind of person when it came
to dealing with people and because of this the gang he was in tried to kill
him, but they failed leading to a massacre of the entire gang.
All three of us have been gathered
by the devil himself, Satan, to do his bidding in a group called Society’s
Monsters. He found us on different occasions and gave us the opportunity to
help ourselves and to change the world. He found Shawn and Michele after their
back stories that I just told you, but for me, it was different. Satan had to a
couple favors for me before I joined him, favors I have to pay him back for,
but at least I actually want to pay him back. He killed my grandmother with
cancer and killed three sisters, who I thought could be my friends, with
disease carrying insects that killed them slowly, which was my idea that Satan
wholeheartedly agreed with.
He
brought the other two and myself to this gray, dark basement where he told us
to wait here and to get to know each other. He also told us to not worry about
the tingly feeling in our backs because that will come into play later. Now,
after all of that exposition we can finally begin.
“Finally!”
says someone.
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Chapter 1 - The
First One
Satan appears out of the darkness of
the room and says, “Hello, children. I trust that you have acquainted
yourselves with each other and your weapons.”
Oh yeah I forgot about the training
we did, while down here. I should probably talk about that-
“NOOOOOOOOO!” says someone.
Ok, fine. Satan then continues by
saying that.
“You have been gathered here so you
can help yourselves and change the world for the better. Your first target is a
war veteran whose name is Joseph. He has taken advantage of the deal we had and
is now controlling a city his with weapons and influence on the people. Kill
him and his followers and return my power back to me. Understand?”
“Yes, my master,” we say.
“Good. Now show these mortals what
true evil is like!”
We leave the gray basement and go to
a car with a driver who takes us to the city where our target is located. On
the way there, the driver informs us about our target’s followers, their
families, where they live, and what they do.
“Wait, I thought we were going
straight for the target,” I said.
“No man, we have to know our target’s
patterns, wear down their defenses, and when they’re weak, we go in for the
kill,” says Shawn.
“And speaking about killing,” says
Michele, “We’ll have to teach you how to get used to it. Don’t worry,” she put
her hand on my shoulder, “It won’t be too hard.”
“Yeah, especially when the people we
kill are just like we are, if not worse, people that don’t deserve their
happiness that they didn’t work for. Trust me, we’ll make you into an agent of
death in no time,” says Shawn.
The two of them both have weird
smiles on their face, as if to be welcoming, but what they said makes them look
psychotic. It’s true I’m not used to killing like they are, but it’s something
I have to do in order to change the world.
“Ok, I trust you guys,” I say as I
shake their hands with a smile on my face as well.
We make it to the city and take our
weapons and supplies out of the back of the car. I take my high caliber sniper
rife, Michele takes her two pistols, Shawn takes his pump shotgun, and we all
receive a wallet with two hundred fifty dollars in them. We also receive a note
that says, If you need any additional supplies, then feel free to take them
from the city.
“Let’s get started,” Shawn says as
he starts walking forward.
“Come on. This will be fun!” says
Michele as she takes my hand and leads me along with them.
We follow our driver’s information
and go to several houses that belong to our target’s followers and torture them
to get the information to bring him down, but really, it is Shawn and Michele
who do all of it while I “watch and learn”. Shawn has a brutal style of
torture. He’ll cause his victims quick and immense pain with the removal of
people’s eyes, teeth, fingers, and toes. He’ll even kill people close to the
victim in front of them without a single thought. Michele is different because
she takes her time when she tortures her victim. She’ll cut them slowly, carve
into certain body parts, and take immense pleasure in sexually molesting them
and causing them pain.
“Man she’s into some kinky shit!”
says someone.
I know right? But now…it’s my turn
to do the dirty work. They’ve been trying to get me to kill and torture people
ever since we got here. They say that it’ll help me help myself and that I’m
helping to improve the world by doing this. Finally, after all the peer
pressure, they get me to do it. The person I’m killing is someone who has an
eighteen-year-old daughter, who Michele has already softened up. Both of them
are heavily injured and have already given us the information we need. All we
need to do now is get rid of the trash. I approach them, grab the man by the
collar, and slowly drag the knife across the man’s face making him scream and
bleed.
I then drop him and say, “I can’t do
it!”
Shawn walks up to me, slaps me in
the face then says, “Yes, you can! Maybe you need a little more context to this
situation,” he says, “This man has given guns to people so they can murder and
control innocent people including children and newborn infants and his
daughter, uses her beauty to trick people into thinking this is right.”
“Really?” I say to the man.
“Why? What is so wrong with that? It
helps me support my family and friends and keeps us alive,” he says.
Something about what he said makes
me violent, so I grab him again and slowly began to dig and cut into his
throat.
“Do you think the safety of your
loved ones is all that matters? Don’t you think that other people will suffer
because of what you do? Don’t you think that they’re trying to accomplish the
same goal as you?!”
In my rage, I managed to cut all the
way through his neck, which makes his head fall off. I then move on to his
daughter who I kill by jamming my knife into her eye.
“Great job Michael! You really know
how to kill someone,” says Shawn.
“Well I learned from the best,” I
say to them with a smile and blood on my face.
“Oh we’re just grunts like you are,
nothing special. But thank you for the compliment,” Michele says while smiling
back at me.
“Ok, now we’re ready to face our
target,” says Shawn.
I’ve never been so ready to kill in
my entire life. It’s exciting knowing what I’ll be doing will change the world
and it’s even more exciting knowing that I’m doing it with two people that I
can actually call my friends.
*This is probably going to be the next story I'll publish. I'd say it would be out around late May early June.
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