Lysandus is a pussy. He thinks he can kill me, be he ain't nothing but a little bitch. He thinks he can oppose me, but he really doesn't know who he's dealing with. I know 50 ways to kill someone with your hands alone. There are almost 20 times as much ways to do it with household items. Oh yes, I was very pissed when he left me for dead in Aspimiria, and that's why I didn't kill him right away. I wasn't scared of him for a second, I just wanted him to suffer for the humiliation he put me through. I sent him visual dreams of my murders. He was such a little pussy, that he stayed in his house for 3 weeks, crying and thinking of what to do next. I killed everyone around him, and even left him a couple of my killing machines for him to deal with if he ever decided to leave. I had him right where I wanted him. I decided to visit him one night, but something stopped me, something got in my way.
I went to his house but couldn't go through the door. I sensed a great power inside of his house, and there was light pouring out of his windows. I listened and could hear the voice of a woman. What she said, and what he said was muffled and I only heard little whispers. I didn't understand what was happening, since I can hear something that's going on down the street almost a mile away. I can eavesdrop on conversations happening in someone's house, all the way from the sidewalk, but I couldn't hear what was going on right in front of me. Then I heard a loud bang and I was flung back into another house. Then somehow, I was in the middle of the office building I had been last. There were still bodies and souls floating around, but I had killed everyone in the building. The cops were now outside, I guess I had fallen asleep and someone had seen the blood and called the cops. But what about that dream? Could Lysandus really be getting help from another source?
I decided to just go on with what I was doing, and tease him some more. I knew that the little bitch Lysandus would cry if I showed him the mass murder of a whole kindergarten class. I went to the school and contacted him in his sleep. The kids didn't suspect anything, because I looked like their Janitor. Like usual, I began sending thoughts to him. I made him appear right in front of me, made him watch. I went into one of the rooms and tried to go into the minds of one of the children. That's when I fealt him attack me. Even though he was only a dream, I could feel the impact as he dove to stop me. I slammed to the floor and went through to the boiler room under the school. He shoved his gloves into my chest and pulled out spirits that I had eaten. The voices which gave me some of my power had faded, and were gone. His hands burned as he searched my soul for more people. He pulled out as much as he could until I punched him and sent him back to his body. That's when I was left there, on the floor and unable to move. A child saw me laying there, had seen me under attack, and spit at me. Something inside of him knew that I was evil, that I only had bad intentions. He started to walk away and I reached for his leg, and everything went black.
When I woke up I was behind bars, and my hands were locked together. There were two people in there with me, and I read there minds as I sat on the wooden bed. The one man had been blamed for a crime he didn't remember doing. The thing was, while his thoughts were going on, another inside of his head was saying the opposite. Saying how much fun it was to murder, and how good it made him feel. The other guy was just stupid. His thoughts were very simple, and he had no fear in his mind. He only thought, of escape, of money, and of how he was going to get more heroin. He knew that he would be back in this place soon after his escape, but he also knew that he would be doing heroin the whole time he was out. I stood up and they both did too. I put my gloves on their faces and they fell to the floor. Now hearing their thoughts even louder, I felt stronger and more able. The guard saw me and attempted to shoot me, but all that happened was the wall behind me broke into pebbles. I took his life and immediately went to find the little shit that had told on me, the one that had called the police on me. After him I will go for Lysandus, it's about time me and him had a little talk.
End of Wicked Thought....
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