It had been such a rookie mistake. I should have known that the floor wasn't in good condition and that it would creak if I took a step. I really should have also known that the person, no, monster downstairs would instantly know.

The footsteps downstairs stopped. I could feel my heart beating in my chest furiously, my hands shaking as I widened my eyes in horror at the traitorous foot to which I had applied a sliver too much weight. 

The footsteps downstairs suddenly resumed, and I knew they were heading towards the stairs, and therefore, towards me. He had heard. He had heard me. How he had heard such a small, insignificant sound was beyond me, but he had heard.

Despair filled every bone in my body as my mind turned blank. My body refused to stop shaking as I clutched desperately at my only saving grace, a small, dirty and torn plushie of a dolphin that I hugged desperately to my chest as dark memories flashed in my mind. 

I tried my best to repress my memories and focus on the moment, and yet, a small part of me had already given up. Although, that wasn't completely accurate. Every part of me had given up.

I remembered as I was torn out of my mother's embrace by those monsters. I could still hear her screams as she begged and screamed at them to stop, I could still feel my own tears and screams as I cried for my mother's name, begged for her life. 

Of course, it was all in vain. My tears did not stop those monsters from brutally raping her in front of my own eyes, from torturing her to death right in front of her daughter, from pulling out her entrails as a sacrifice to their gods.

My whole body shook at the all-too-clear memories still etched in my mind, despite the decade that had passed since then. The only remaining thing that could remind me of my mother, the small plushie in my hand, became the last anchor for my mind, the last spark of hope in this moment of tragedy.

The footsteps came closer and closer. My small sanctuary of peace and happiness defiled by the presence of one of those monsters, and as he opened the door to the room, I felt the already overwhelming despair grip me in its dark claws even tighter.

I could try to escape, but that wasn't going to work. I was too weak, too slow to do anything but hiding and hope for him to leave. How could I hope to compare to a grown, adult man who actually had food to eat, while I could count myself lucky if I could find even a small piece of bread in a week?

The footsteps slowly approached my hiding spot inside the dirty closet. At that moment, the world felt as though it had frozen over, each instant feeling like an eternity.

And that was when the monster grabbed my neck.

He tore me out of my hiding spot as I tried to scream, but his death grip on my throat prevented me from doing any such thing. I tried to fight back, but his fist in my stomach forced me to wheeze out any air in my lungs.

His savage laughter as he threw me on the floor and tore off the scraps of clothing on my body felt distant, at least until I felt his hands violating me, leaving a disgusting, slimy sensation every time he touched me.

I screamed my lungs out but to no avail. I cried and begged, just like my mother had done a decade ago, and so many other people had done. And, just like all those before me, it had absolutely no effect.

I desperately tried to search for something, anything to defend myself with. He grabbed one of my arms to stop me from fleeing and grunted as he forced himself inside me. 

I cried out in pain as I felt the all-too-familiar pain of rape. My free arm finally caught a hold of something, and even though I didn't know what it was, I poured all my hatred, pain, and whatever energy I had left into smashing the thing into the monster's face as hard as I could.

I relished his pained roar, at least until he threw me out across the room while grasping his face. I landed with a sickening crunch, feeling most of my bones breaking from the impact.

I could barely turn my head to see the fury in his eyes as he stomped towards me and kicked me repeatedly, every kick of his pushing me even further towards eternal unconsciousness. 

Alas, I wasn't even allowed to pass on peacefully. Apparently, the monster was still unsatisfied in the amount of pain I had received, for he grasped me and pulled me up, before forcing himself inside me once more, this time, he managed to do it even more brutally and painfully than before.

I let out another scream as he repeatedly slammed himself into me, each second of this torture pushing me closer and closer to oblivion, but never quite there completely, as the pain forced me to stay awake. 

With a grunt, he stood still for a couple seconds before throwing me away like a used condom. However, I almost didn't feel it, as I felt my mind leaving my body to travel to the afterlife if there even was such a thing.

Just as I was about to fall into unconsciousness, I heard a voice in my mind. One so sweet that it was almost sickening.

"H-hey?! Where are you going! You can't just die after summoning me! Come back here, you can't just die... You still need to make your wishes!"

The next instant, I was back in my body, and all my senses returned to me. I was suddenly oh so painfully aware of all the broken bones, ruptured blood vessels and cuts I had received, as well as the disgusting, slimy feeling I felt in my lower body. 

I gasped and curled up in a ball instinctively, trying to protect myself from the expected retribution. Strangely, it didn't come.

Despite what I thought before, I still had plenty of tears to spare as they flowed down my from my eyes like a broken dam. My body refused to stop trembling as I hugged my own shoulders, my soul itself feeling as though a single touch and it would forever shatter.

"Holy poop nuggets, kid. Calm down! Um... Kid? Look at me? Please? Kid? Brat? Child? Lassie? Madam? Monsoir?" The voice spoke once again, and although the rational part of my mind mused that the voice couldn't possibly belong to the monster, my instincts took over as I let out a scream and desperately tried to back away into a wall, but failed miserably as my body refused to move.

My mind was overwhelmed by hatred, the pure, simmering, poisonous, all-consuming kind of hate that tore away at my sanity, and the funny thing was that it wasn't even completely directed at the monster.

I hated myself for being so pathetic. I hated this world for forcing me into this shit life. I hated these monsters for everything they did to me. I hated and hated and hated it.

It was then that I felt something small and warm touch my cheek. I forced myself to open my eyes to see what it was, and couldn't help but gasp.

A small fairy that looked as though someone had taken a person and used a shrink-beam on them and then added a pair of wings on their back hovered there, it's hand touching my cheek as its eyes looked at me with something I had only ever seen in the eyes of my mother. concern.

"Kid? You okay? Uh... Alright, dumb question. Um... Uh... I don't know what to say..." It said as it floated around me.

An overwhelming desire appeared in my mind as tears pooled at my eyes even more. Gathering all my energy I could muster, I moved my arms and grabbed the small fairy and gently brought it down to my chest, where I pressed it against me as I began sobbing.

The small fairy hugged me back with a little hesitation, and that when I broke. I began to cry, a wail so loud it felt more like a shriek to my ears following my tears and trembling body. 

I wailed and wailed, desperately trying to find something to soothe my shattered body and soul. I think the fairy tried to say something, but I couldn't hear it over my own screams.

It took me a good dozen minutes for my wails to reduce to mere whimpers and for me to take stock of my surroundings, as the fairy looked at me with strange eyes.

My heart lurched into my throat as I saw the monster, still in the room. I almost screamed, but then I noticed it wasn't moving. It was as though it was frozen in time. Actually, it was, and so was everything around me. 

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"Kid... I don't... Know what to say. I'm sorry..." The small fairy flew over in front of my face and hugged my cheek. I let out a silent whimper as I painfully moved my hands and took it, before bringing it back to my chest for another hug that reminded me of the better times when my mother was still alive and life wasn't this shit.

We hugged for a long time, the fairy trying to soothe me in every way she could, but painfully failing at it.

I don't think I would ever be able to heal. I had been raped before, but never this brutally and never by one of the monsters. Furthermore, I could still feel death looming over my head, and the only reason I wasn't dead was likely the fairy in my hands.

"Are you calm now, kid?" I could barely nod at the small fairy, who now looked at me with eyes that I was torn between hating and desperately needing.

'pity' would be the only word needed to describe her expression. On one hand, I hated the idea of people pitying me. On the other, I desperately wanted help, I needed to be understood, and my only wish was for someone to save me.

But nobody ever came. No matter how much I screamed, begged and pleaded, it was all pointless. The monsters wouldn't care, all that mattered to them was their god. The foreign soldiers didn't care about a starving civilian kid with nothing special about her, and the locals were all struggling on their own already. Nobody could help me, except the fairy.

"Alright... Let me introduce myself, kid. I am something like a genie of the lantern in your stories. I judge people who have a destiny with me and based on their karma, bestow them gifts. You summoned me earlier when you broke that small crystal ball." 

I blinked, trying to remember any crystal ball I might have owned. That was when it hit me.

I had found a shiny rock some time ago and brought it home. Perhaps, that was the thing that I had used to hit the monster, and thanks to that the fairy was thus summoned...

The more you know.

"A-anyways... Your karma... It's... Blinding. I have never before seen so much karma on a single person." The fairy said, its eyes sparkling as it looked at me. Cool, I guess?

"According to the Inter-universal Laws, I can give you 3 Overgod-grade wishes." The fairy said with a smile. I could only stare at it in disbelief. What in the Lord's name was an Overgod? And what did it mean by inter-universal?

"Uh... Just think of it as the laws set down by the Creator. And that is the highest level of wish available! I named it myself! Hmph, it's an amazing name, right!?" The small fairy asked, excited. 

I didn't really understand any of it, and I was still wondering if I had actually passed on or something. But... Seeing the small fairy in my arms, I doubted it.

"I... I want..." I tried to say, but the moment words came out of my mouth, I started crying again for some reason, but this time, these tears were different.

The fairy panicked, not wanting me to start crying again. However, this time, I could feel a small spark inside me. A spark of hope.

"You don't have to say it out loud! Just think really hard of what you want, and I can still hear you. Think carefully about what you want!" The fairy said, giving me a small peck on my cheek. My body trembled, but I forced it to stop through sheer willpower.

I guess I always was a bit boyish in my thinking because I had always wondered what people would wish for, and more importantly, what I would wish for in this situation. Thus, I already knew my first wish.

I want to be immortal. I don't want to ever again have to fear death, I don't want to ever again feel pain this horrible, and I don't ever again want to feel the burning sensation of starvation, dehydration, suffocation... I want to never be hurt again...

The small fairy tapped my forehead, pulling me out of my strange thoughts. "That's easy!" She smiled and clapped her hands together.

Suddenly, I felt a fire burning inside me. It was as though all my pain just... vanished, replaced by a strange warmth flowing through my every limb. 

I tentatively got up, feeling the smoothness of my movement. I looked astonished at my own body, all the scars, all the cuts... Vanished. Gone. Disappeared.

I looked at my own hand. Gone were the skeletal fingers that barely had any meat on them. Instead, they now looked like actual fingers and not sad excuses for them. 

I looked in complete amazement at the rest of my body. I felt so... different. It felt absolutely amazing. It was as though I could run a mile and not get tired! I even had something resembling actual breasts! Although it was still pretty sad.

"Come on, kid, wish for something else." The fairy gently urged me. I blinked, remembering that I still had 2 more wishes to go.

Honestly, I wasn't sure what else I wanted. Actually... I looked at the monster at the other end of the room. He was still naked, his disgusting member dangling down, and his face still retaining a satisfied smirk. 

I could almost feel the poisonous hatred flowing down from my eyes just looking at the monster. I wanted power, the power to never again be threatened. I wanted so much power that nothing could stand in my way. I wanted to be invincible.

The fairy tapped my shoulder, once again pulling me out of that strange trance. "Done. Come on, make your final wish, I really need to go soon."

I looked down, biting my lips. This time, I didn't feel a fire in me. Actually, I barely felt anything, but I trusted the fairy. In fact, I trusted it so much that I couldn't help but sniffle at hearing that it had to go. It made me... really fucking sad.

However, I knew she couldn't stay. Something told me she couldn't, but I didn't know what.

I pondered over what else I wanted. I really wasn't sure on this one. Flying? I didn't really care. Shooting lasers out of my eyes? Didn't really care again. Maybe shapeshifting. That sounded fun.

This time, there wasn't even a need for the fairy to pull me out of my trance. I looked at it and it nodded before tapping my shoulder.

"Alright, kid. I'm glad I could help you out. Now... I really need to go. I hope you can amends to yourself, and the world." The fairy gave me a sad smile that I couldn't quite understand before slowly vanishing.

I was tempted to try and grab it, but I held back. After the fairy vanished, I had to touch my own belly to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I actually felt flesh and not just bones, proving to me that this wasn't a dream. 

Suddenly, the world started moving once more. I was overwhelmed by what felt like a million new sounds, new smells, new feelings.

I heard a grunt from the other end of the room. Suddenly, nothing else mattered. The world felt so, so much colder against my bare skin, and the hatred that had been festering inside me seemed to explode out, rolling out of my mouth, forming a roar.

The house shook, and the monster turned, wide-eyed at me. He smirked his disgusting smile that he had the moment he entered me, and suddenly... The world seemed so, so much simpler.

I could worry about everything later. The world could wait. My body could wait.

The monster couldn't.

The world slowed down to a crawl as I walked over to the monster. I was vaguely aware of the immense speed that I was moving at, and the fact that my reflexes and senses became so acute the world seemed to slow down, but all of that didn't matter.

The monster did.

I punched it in the stomach, just like it had done to me. It still looked like my weak punches during my struggle, but this time, the monster let out a bloodcurdling scream as it was launched through the walls and out of the building.

However, before it could leave the building, I grabbed his foot and forcefully ripped him out of the air, before slamming him down onto the floor, sending him flying down. I watched as he hit the dirt ground of the first floor before falling down after him.

I landed with my knees in his stomach. He wheezed, looking torn between confusion and pain. "WHAT THE HELL!? WHO ARE YOU!?" He screamed. The first words I had heard out of his mouth.

I didn't bother answering as I kicked him in the sides of his belly, feeling his little soft bones giving out and shattering. He let out another scream and clutched at himself. 

I smiled venomously as I kicked him again and again and again. I looked around and found a protruding metal bar that I honestly wasn't sure what it was, but it didn't matter.

I ripped it out, breaking the metal in half. I straightened it out and walked back to the monster. My body trembled, not from despair, not from happiness. No, this was pure hatred.

I kicked him once more in the side. He tried to grab my foot, but he was so pathetically weak. I crushed his hand with a quick stomp of my foot, ignoring his bloodcurdling screams. I flipped him over with my foot so that his belly was lying on the ground, and ignoring his desperate pleas, I did what seemed most appropriate for a rapist.

I stabbed the metal bar into his disgusting asshole.

The screams that followed were like the sweetest of songs. Using my foot, I slowly nudged it deeper and deeper, twisting around as it went. I kept one foot on his back, preventing him from moving, and the other on the bar. The monster begged and pleaded, and it felt like a drug.

"How... How does it feel?" I asked. "HOW DOES IT FEEL!?" I roared. "HOW DOES IT FUCKING FEEL!?!?!" My voice thundered through the area, my volume shocking even me. 

"M-mercy! I-I beg you!" 

It was so pathetic. So fucking disgusting. What did he do when I begged!? WHY SHOULD I LISTEN THEN!?

I slammed my foot down onto his back, breaking his spinal cord. I sat on his back and grabbed his face with both my hands, digging my digits into his eye sockets and mouth, causing as much pain as possible.

He screamed and screamed. It felt so fucking good. I could feel his body trembling from the pain, his eyes glazed as he struggled to hold on to life. He struggled futilely, just like I had done. 

I laughed. It was so funny. I dug my hands into his body and ripped out every bone I came across before finding his entrails, and just like they had done to my mother, I ripped them all out of his still living body.

I knew this person was a mutant. Someone blessed with unnatural powers, someone who should help those without. Instead, this disgusting piece of shit went around raping helpless girls. FUNNY, ISN'T IT!?

It was only after I had completely mutilated the corpse did I feel satisfied. I watched the mangled corpse that laid on the floor, and a pang of guilt found its way in my broken heart.

I was no better than these monsters.

That thought came, and it ignited a flame that should have never existed. I fell down like a puppet with its strings cut. I couldn't cry, nor could I laugh. I felt... empty.

As I stared at the bloody, mangled corpse... I knew I was wrong. I shouldn't have done it. I could have just killed him.

I looked at my own hands. They brimmed with power. A power that could change the world.

I knew what I wanted to do. Never again would another small girl hide in a closet, trembling, hugging onto her last memento from her deceased mother as a monstrous rapist slowly approached her. 

I would change this world. 

But first, I slowly closed my eyes and fell backward, a small thump noise coming from my head hitting the hard floor. And yet, I didn't feel anything.

Sleep quickly claimed me. And for the first time ever since my mother's death, I didn't have a nightmare.