“AhhhhhHHHHHHHH!!!”
“FUCK! What the fuck is going on?!”
“Mommmmyyyy, I’m hurting!”
“UahhhhAHHH!”
“Is this…this the end of the world?!”
“Uahh, so it finally began…”
The screams of cries of children started to dim, then the adults start to fall as well. Soon, everything turned quiet…The once frantic downtown Toronto now lays a collage of cars and everyone sleeping as if it were the morning of a college party. The once so busy downtown now seemed no different than a library.
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My name is Daryl.
I am a perfectly normal 21-year-old human male.
My hobbies… well, I don’t have many.
Friends… well, I guess I had some…kinda...
My profession… I like to think of myself as a knowledge broker.
Although, I guess my official title would be more like a spy.
You might be thinking who I work for?
Well... I guess I am the enemy of humanity.
The bringer of doom. The betrayer of humanity. The eternal sinner of human history.
Or so my title calls me by…
----------------------------------------- 21 Years earlier ----------------------------------------------------
“WAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
“Madam, congratulations on the successful carriage! It’s a healthy boy!”
“Weepphhhhh. That's a relief. Can I see him doctor?”
“Sure, but be careful, you are still tired from giving birth. You certainly aren’t as strong as you were back when you gave birth to your first child.”
“Don’t worry doctor, i feel fine,” smiled the mother, “There there, my beautiful little boy don’t cry. Mommy is right here.” spoke softly before turning her head to her husband, “Honey, how about we call him ‘Daryl’, it means ‘to be loved’”
“What a wonde--”
“WAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” interrupted the baby Daryl
“Don’t worry, mommy’s here for you. Mommy loves you. Mommy will always love you, more than anything else in the world, my wonderful lovely boy, Daryl.”
--- 5 years later---
Daryl: Age 5
In the torn neighbourhood just outside of town laid a torn shack that was covered in more holes than it was with wood and brick or whatever was used to build this...thing. There was not a single person within an immediate vicinity of 100 metres of the house, it was as if everyone avoided it as if it was the plague. In the house laid a thin shrivelled red piece of meat, at the end of it contained a spherical lump. Upon closer inspection, you could discern a pair of deep blue dots on top of the grey lump. It also had this grey straw-like object with this horrendous smelling dark-yellow goo intertwined in the straw. On the body of the meat, you would notice the horrendous quality of the meat. It was littered with purple spots and deep cuts that seemed as if they were infected or might even rot. There was even this brown gooey thing of its body, greatly resembling poo.
“Shithead come out!”
The piece of meat suddenly twitched! It slowed stood up, upon closer inspection, you could see the resemblance to that of a human child. It slowly put one foot forward, then the next.
“Shithead! Stop acting like a zombie! You’re not even qualified for that!”
“Hey, why don’t we just call him just “Shit” instead then!”
“Damn Charlie, you're a genius,” agreed the previous boy, “Shit come over here or I’ll shit on you again! Haha, what a great name! It totally matches since that thing is always covered in shit!”
“HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA.” laughed the group of boys.
After entertaining themselves for a while, one of the boys asked jokingly, “Hey guys, what was Shit’s real name again? Did he even have a name? I bet his real name was actually Shit hea-”
“-My name... is … Daryl!” interrupted the lifeless piece of meat. The meat now slowly stood up and his expression seemed to be full of vigour and hatred.
“Shut up! You piece of shit! Don’t you dare interrupt me again! The only time I want to see you is when I’m taking a crap. And what the heck is this ‘Daryl’ crap? Your birth name is Shithead! And we gave you the name Shit so that we would waste less time talking to a piece of shit like you” angrily raged the previous boy kicking Daryl back down again.
“HAHAHAHAHAA,” the kids went back the laughing while stomping on Daryl.
Soon an elderly man approached the kids from one of the few nearby homes, “Hey kids, stop already! Don’t waste your time with trash like him, he might even contaminate you! Now, you wouldn’t want that, would you? Come on, it's 9:00 already, you guys still need to wake up for the first day of school tomorrow. I hear that you fellows are now in grade one! Oh don’t you ever use the S-word on anyone else.” scolded the old man.
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The kids suddenly changed their attitudes and obediently replied, “Yes Mr. Wagner!” Before running back home obediently.
Mr. Wagner’s smile then dropped as he turned his look away from the children towards Daryl. “Hey you mother fucker, stay away from those lovely children! If I see you ever with them again, next time I won’t just beat you up, I’ll fucking kill you!” threatened Mr. Wagner before charging up to Daryl to unleash the full force of his rage through kicks, punches and throws for a what seemed like an eternity for Daryl before turning back to his house.
Fuck! It’s not like I want to see them either! Trying to forget the pain, he tried to turn towards his shack and go back to treat his wounds. But before he had the chance, he was greeted by an awfully familiar voice.
“Fucking trash! How dare you forget about me?! I can’t imagine what you would be like when you turn into a teenager!” yelled a woman, before dragging Daryl by the neck towards a tree. She grabbed the straw-like hair and started whipping him against a tree as if he was a rag and she was wiping out the water out of him.
PPSOOWWWWWHHHHHH
PAOOOOOAAAAAAA
“Please… mom...stop...please,” uttered Daryl as his voice was barely audible from the lack of strength left.
“FUCK! Not only do you fuss around in my stomach for 9 months, you want me to take care of you until you’re eighteen or something?! Fuck. I’ll almost be in my 70s by then! I want to retire and sit back and relax. Go and fuck off, I’ve already raised you an extra five years! We never wanted you! We just wanted to sit back and retire and do old people activities, but now you want us to spend the little part of the rest of my life serving you?!” screamed the mother before continuing with her inhumane treatment.
Fuck FUCK!!! Goddamnit! What did I do wrong?! Why does everyone treat me like trash! No, it’s not even treating me like trash! They really think i am trash….
I can’t do it anymore…
Someone…
Help…
The horror of abuse continued on for many years, every day was an endless nightmare.
----- 5 years later --------
Daryl: Age 10
I lied there like every other day, thrown on top of a rotting chair inside my house looking through the cracks for signs of potential invaders. However. I saw nothing. A good day. Despite the extremely boring nature, this was a great day since he saw no one. whenever he saw someone he would only feel extreme hatred and anger, wishing he could run up to claw at their faces before inflicting intense torture onto every single person even remotely close to here. Daryl dreamed and debated on what the best ways of torture would be. Maybe hanging them up onto trees and soaking him in some sweet liquid such as honey, laying there, they would eventually be eaten alive by different bugs before dying being decaying alive. I heard that was an amazing torture technique of the past. Hmm. No! That's too easy of a death. I have to shave off their skins with a dull knife, then I should get them to roll around on the ground . After that, I should definitely break all their limbs. Wait, no! I should first slowly tear every single muscle, nerve and whatever else they have in their body until everything is broken. I think that's pretty good so far. Daryl’s lips raised all the way till he was practically in heaven. Now how should I finish this? Maybe throwing them into hot salt water would be great for those wounds of theirs. Actually, I should use that vinegar of theirs! That thing really hurt when poured on my wounds. Haha, I can’t continue or else my cheek muscles will hurt from all this enjoyment. Wait maybe I should do this instead...
… Fuck… Fuck! Fuck!!! Those fucking devils are back!... Oh? It appears as if they aren’t here for me today? Oh those demons are picking on some retarded looking fucker. Hahahaha, that fuckers getting the balls beaten out of him! What a marvelous sight! Hahaha, I guess I wrong about those demons, they can also act like angels every so often! What a wonderful day this is! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
Oh. Fuck. Now that the kid who got his guts beaten out of him is coming over here...
------------------ Few Days Later -----------------
“Hey, wake up.”
I opened my eyes, the lights caused my head to spin. After rubbing my eyes, my vision started to lighten up. Turning my head, I started to notice a blurry, but a towering figure. She reminded me of an endless field of happiness from a dream. She looked as if she was clad in a layer of white light. While lying down, it felt as if I were bathing in a pool of light.
“Don’t worry, we are here to save you. We’ll rescue you from your nightmare.”
Instantly, my eyes flew wide open. There in my eyes laid the bringer of hope, the breaker of my nightmares. Then it dawned on me that the light wasn’t from the sun but rather from this fancy gadget that the villagers used called the “flashlight”.
Upon closer inspection, he noticed a woman in her 30s. She had this incredibly shiny long hair that almost ran down to her hips. Her skin was as pale as a ghost giving a large contrast to the dark silky hair that covered her. Matching the luxurious hair was her pitch black eyes that seemed to be able to pierce the soul. Her face was almost the definition of perfection, it wouldn’t even be weird if she was an angel in his dream. Her figure was in line with the face, probably even almost having the perfect recommended ratio of 90-60-90. The strangest thing was that she had a cute but worn out eyepatch over her right eye.
“You…. You’re here… for me?...” cried Daryl. Hoping that this wasn’t just a good dream, he used his malnourished little hand to grasp the light.
“Yes,” firmly replied the women as she grasped Daryl’s hand, “come with us, we will treat you better. We will give you fair treatment. We will give you the power to defend yourself, instead of being kicked down and being ruled by others. ”
“Okay!” Daryl quickly answered, afraid that if he answered any bit slower they would run off without him.
“Okay, good! What’s your name honey? How old are you this year?”
“It’s Daryl. I’m turning ten in a few weeks.”
“Okay, pack up your stuff and let's get going.”
“Okay.”
The light-clad women and the others retreated out of his living quarters leaving Daryl alone to pack. As he was organizing his few belongings, he noticed a family picture. It was of his family looking down at him, taking care of him when he was just two-years-old. The picture displayed the warm and trusting smile that his mother carried, she looked at him as if he was the most important thing in the world. His dad held a similar gaze, one that you would be willing to trust him completely. Unknowingly, Daryl shed a few drops of tears, no one knows if it was from being able to escape from his parents or if it was why his loving parents suddenly started hating him, or even both.
After he threw away the picture and continued packing. Suddenly, he thought back to the women he just met.
That smile… Hmm, where have I seen it before? It reminds me of the smile that my mother used to have when I was a baby! The smile was nearly identical to the one in this picture! She’s so loving… like...my...mom…
Wait? What! ARRAHHHHHHH!!! As he came upon the realization he fell to the ground and grasped his head in horror. Like my mother? Like my mother!!! ... My mother had such a warm and kind gaze...yet she still betrayed me… That means this woman could also betray me?! Wait, why did I trust her to begin with? I don’t even know her name!
As Daryl couldn’t handle the sudden change, he slammed his head onto the ground and squeezed his head in horror. After a few moments, Daryl returned back to reality, but the thought still chilled Daryl, and it shattered his hope and returned him back into the possibility of continuing the nightmare.
“Hey. Are you done in there yet? Do you need help packing up?”, the tender voice interrupted from outside the house.
Returning from his daze, “No. Its okay, I’m almost done, I’ll be right out.” However, to the ears of Daryl, the women sounded as if he heard the grim reaper calling him.
After quickly throwing his personal belongings into his bag, he quickly ran to the door. While reaching the handle, he suddenly got incredibly scared. Scared that this women would treat him as bad as his current family! Scared that he would actually die. Scared that it would be even worse than it is now. Scared of everything outside of his little house. No! You can’t think like that! They treated you so nicely. But what if… Suddenly, he remembered what the women said moments ago. “We will give you power to defend yourself, instead of being kicked down and being ruled by others”. That's right! I can’t just rely on others! I can’t end up in place like this! I can’t keep relying on others, only the strong has the right to bully! I won’t reach for the light, I will seize it for myself!
Opening the door he was blinded by the intense sunshine in his eyes, the women once again appeared in his vision again. Although this time she did not look like a goddess, but instead like any other women.
“You ready to go?”
“Yes.”
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