I am not human. Not quite actually. You could say that I'm 'part' human. Well, I was born from human parents so you could say that I started out as a human. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I was human, for the most part, and a part of, not quite.But this part of me was supposed to be kept hidden. So that I could live life like a normal person, but That incident happened. My parents were killed. They were killed, or to be more specific, murdered. And in this modern age, where there are CCTV every corner, and guards all over the place, that, That was never supposed to be possible. To be tortured slowly, brutally and hideously in front of their 5-year-old kid, that was the fate of my parents. And that triggered the inhumane part of me.

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A five-year-old kid, watching his parents slowly dying, hearing their death cries, is supposed to break down mentally. Is supposed to go insane. A trauma is supposed to be imprinted in the depth of his mind, never to be forgotten. "Is supposed to". But that never happened to me. I can still remember the sight, but the rest is what I saw from a video tape that survived. The last thing i remember from that scene, is anger. As I watched the torture, I didn't feel fear. I felt anger. A raging anger that came from the very depths of my soul. That's right, my soul. The part of me that wasn't human. my vision went red, and something else took over.