The birth Of A Monster

"Into the Abyss: Unleashed Malevolence"

I am aware of the rush of excitement flowing through my bloodstream, intensifying my perceptions while the overpowering smell of blood fills the surrounding atmosphere. As the authorities approach, their footsteps echoing in the corridor, I prepare myself, anticipating the imminent conflict. My face spreads with a repulsive smile as they forcefully enter, brandishing their weapons. In the erratic glow, the sparkle of insanity in my eyes reflects, and I delight in the terror clearly displayed on their countenances. Their leader growls, his voice betraying a hint of fear as he declares, "You're trapped, with no possible escape." "Do you really think I would flee?" I mockingly smirk, savoring the fear that flickers across their faces. "This is precisely the place I desire to be." As I thrust myself forward, my hand gripping the knife, a blur of motion, I strike with an intense rage. A cacophony of screams merges with the brutal harmony of aggression, turning the room into a darker hue of crimson. Careening through the pandemonium, I am like a macabre artist directing a horrifying opus. In a state of despair and trapped, the leader, filled with fear, attempts to persuade me. "Put an end to this insanity! Give up, and we can provide assistance. You are not obligated to carry out this act!" However, his words go unheard as the loud beating of my own heart drowns them out, while the chaos within my broken mind pushes me deeper into a state of chaos. I have surpassed the ability to think logically and there is no possibility for me to be saved. During a moment of intense violence, I perceive a faint recollection of my previous identity, a fleeting reminiscence of the individual I used to be. However, this recollection is overpowered by an insatiable desire for vengeance, for the gratification derived from witnessing the torment of those who have harmed me. As the confrontation intensifies, the officials draw nearer with quivering weapons tightly held. As they brace themselves to execute their ultimate action, the surroundings are consumed by darkness. The flickering and subsequent demise of the lights drowns the room in an abyss of shadows. There is a moment of stillness, with only the presence of uneven inhales, the lasting fragrance of mortality, and the tangible weight of terror enveloping the atmosphere. As soon as the emergency lights regain their flickering glow, I disappear into thin air. A freezing murmur echoes within the void, proclaiming: "The darkness you have set free cannot be confined." The officials remain upright in the midst of destruction, deeply disturbed, tormented by the endless darkness they saw in my gaze. What about myself? I disappear into the darkness, an avenger driven by hatred, a distorted manifestation of everything that frightens them, leaving only a path of horror behind me. The inner darkness in me is released, allowed to wander, allowed to nourish itself, anticipating the next phase of my gruesome story to unravel.