Long ago when I was but a boy I experienced the terrors of wars, People dying, Homes Demolished, Families disbanded and the merciless Soldiers wandering through the streets.

It was terrifying but it gave me closure, it gave me acceptance and it defined me by the end. Nothing could have made me more happy than to see the remains of the enemy.

It was gratifying, it made me feel as if there was a just force in the world, however all good things have to come to an end.

It all started around January 2035, it was after the War the so called "liberators" started, you could call them the aftermath, the consequence of the "liberators" but that does not matter anymore.

All I remember is that I was around 10 at the time and got into an orphanage after my Family was murdered by the Psychos the government released.

Truth to be told, looking back at it, I am surprised it managed to get through the times with all the bombs exploding and gunshots landing, though after living there I wished for the alternative.

I still remember when the Blood-Psychos invaded the place and killed every adult until only the children remained. I was scared, I was hoping this was all a dream but I knew God does not care a lot about prayers.

All the children in the room were crying,begging for mercy,for them to stop senselessly killing the Adults because they were all that remained after the War for them, They were almost like their new family.

But the Blood-Psychos did not care, how could they?

What can you expect of a human that is dragging their innards around the ground while also having half of his Face left?

I think it was more surprising that those Psychos have even a little bit of their consciousness left,however for them to use it to preach about their Genetic superiority was questionable.

The Blood-Psychos were not merciful they grabbed every child they came across and injected them with the "Grimg-syndrome-serum", It was not a pleasant sight every child morphed into a huge chunk of flesh, their eyes pushed into their Brain, their skin burning with green flames, and they burned and burned and burned until only their skinless body remained, vomit rushed up my throat but I caught myself, because I knew that if I were to make even the slightest sound I would also turn into one of those Meatbags.

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The Blood-Psychos ripped out of the now skinless Bodies the "Ugra-Organ" a kind of Organ that only exists during childhood and is digested by your body when you grow up.

The next thing they did was so disgusting to me,They took it and blew it up like a balloon,

It was my first time seeing an organ being stretched to its limits, afterwards they poured their own blood into it.

The Organ started to move again, this time it moved unnaturally which made it even more uncanny.

The Blood-Psycho did not wait for long and shoved the Organ into his open stomach cave and screamed in exhilaration as if it was the best feeling in its entire Life.

That was when “They” arrived, the windows exploded. Glass shards flew through the entire building, Piercing the Blood-Psycho hundreds of times, some of the Glass shards grazed even me, and hit my knee and my face.

I let out a slight sound from the unexpected pain which led the Blood-Psycho to take note of my hiding spot, which I was fortunately the nearest of when he invaded the place, a small vent, big enough to fit one child.

The Blood-Psycho was coming, he did not turn around instead he kept on looking at the broken windows to check if someone was coming and slowly walked backwards to my location.

Every step felt like an eternity, and after around ten steps I knew I had to move or I will end up the same as the other children, so I braced myself, broke out of the vent and ran as fast as I have ever had in my entire Life, without looking back I kept on running and running to the broken windows,with a force enough that each step felt like it would shatter all my bones in my body.

I heard the sound of Blood dripping behind me,the crunchy sound of the muscles creaking and the dreadful sound of bones cracking growing louder, with just two meters away from the window I heard his breath growing louder until I felt it on my skin, blood splattered across my shoulders, at that moment I jumped, to get out of the building through the window.

I screamed.

The Blood-Psycho jumped right after me, and tried to grab me by the throat, but before he could do that, he got riddled with bullets,by ten people who surrounded the building, but even so he still kept standing, it was only after a Giant of a man ,with a symbol of a blood stained shield and the word HELHEIM on his back, came forward and crushed his Head with his bare Hands that the Blood-Psycho was finally dead.

This was the moment my Life began to change forever.