The "Good" Memories

He remembered laughing as he slap the crying kid in the wheel chair. The kid was a cowered, scared of everything he saw. You could already tell that he had been bullied as a kid. He took it up to himself to continue it. The crying expression on his face, the snot running down his mouth, The blood on his legs. Maybe he went too far, but who would stand up for a cripple. The pleading noises coming out his mouth were somewhat arousing. He didn't do anything to try to stop the bleeding as he couldn't feel any pain in the legs anyway. He took the metal pipe in his hands and smacked him in the head. The blood loss and the pain knocked him out.

He remembered r*ping his sister. Her screams arousing him further as he climaxed into her.

"Take care of my child b*tch"

She stopped struggling as he looked her in her now lifeless eyes.

He remembered the cripple lying on the floor on the side as tears were coming out his eyes, as he tried to form words but couldn't due to the collapse of his wind pipes, and it was at the moment he finished that he felt a shiver in his soul. He felt the space collapse, his body limp with his head turning towards the cripple. His heart froze as he saw a burning hatred in the cripples eyes. A murdering intent bent on destroying everything about him. He felt his soul burning as he felt something planted deep within him.

Thats all he remembered, now he is in this hell. But he didn't give up home, because in one week, he will be put in the "battlefield", though it feels bad being put somewhere as a animal, he will live, and then we he kill everyone who put him there.