Sit Back Now
Let Me Tell You Ten Tale's
Where Justice Does Not Prevail

About Ten Ill-Fated Lives'
So Very Full Of Strife
Where Two Wrongs Do Not Make A Right
:Creature Feature-Such Horrible Things:

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Oh, you are a fool Mr. Todd

Poor thing

But you know what they say,

"Twas ironic that his only son killed him."

Vincent doesn't take lightly

To pedophiles.

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I sat confined in my corner, shadows twisting this way and that around me, their soft hands brushing like feathers upon my pale cheeks. I raised my head ever so slightly, my eyes gazing into the eyes of the darkness that was my past, taunting me with the haunting memories and unforgiving actions. I filch slightly as I am shown one memory that stands out from the rest, the memory in which I am force to watch my Mother murdered by the hands of my sadistic Father, her blood still on his hands as he turns his murderous gaze upon me. The memory was such a frightening one, first I was forced to was my Mother die, and second my Father stole what was left of my innocence. I feel dazed as my subconscious mind forces me to watch the memory; I try to close my eyes but my body doesn't listen, it wants me to re-live the disgusting moment.

‘She really was a pest. An annoying little pest she was. Despite her nagging, she still had her perks. Her beauty being the only one that is…’ I see my six year old self shake in fear as my Father comes closer to me, his hands running down my face and cupping my chin tightly.

‘You have her beauty you know? You remind me so much of her, Vincent...You have her dark hair, her sapphire eyes, her flawless porcelain skin…’ I grimace as he places his mouth upon my throat, drawing in my scent and his lips lightly grazing at my skin. I hear myself whimper again and see myself try to pull away, but my Father catches me by my hair and pulls me back roughly, slapping me across the face. I see tears clinging to my dark lashes, as I stare up at my twisted Father.

‘You are mine now, Vincent. Don’t try to run for I will catch you. You are my pet now and only mine.’ My Father pressed his lips roughly to mine, digging his tongue in not much later. I see tears run down my face, and my Father notices, slapping me and telling me not to cry. His hand rides up my shirt, brushing at my skin then pulling it off and leaving burning kisses to mar my porcelain skin.

“Stop!” I cry out in reality, shielding my eyes from the memory, but the memory still comes, taunting me. I watch as my Father brushes at the skin just above the hem of my pants, my little six year old body shaking.

“STOP!” I cry out louder when my Father’s hand digs into my pants. Hot tears run down my face, my body shaking much like in the memory. I try to turn away but I can’t, the memory is there, blazing right in front of me making me watch as my Father runs his dirty hands over my body, feeling every curve and bump.

“STOP!!!” I roar out, and the memory fades away with my hot tears, leaving me to fall to the ground in a heap.

“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you so much. You damn bastard!” I sob out, my body shaking as I cry. I feel soft hands brush my tears away, and lift me up, pulling my chin up slightly.

‘Don’t cry, child. Your face is too beautiful to be marked with tears.' I stare at the shadow before me, its soft hands brushing away more tears still clinging to my lashes.

“Why do you care? You’re just another shadow, nothing special to me. I don’t need your kindness, I am not worth it.” I stated simply the truth and nothing more. The shadow locked gazes with me, its haunting grey eyes looking deep into my own sapphire ones.

‘Oh but child, you are something special to me. I’ve been watching you, silently wanting to help you in your times of need. Your inner darkness is so beautiful to me, child. Why don’t you let it out? Don’t you hear it’s pleas of freedom? Wanting to unleash it’s self upon your Father for hurting you? I can help you child…’ I gasped slightly as the shadow brushed its lips across my ear, whispering its promise to me. I turn my head away from the shadow, my lips curling into a sneer.

“I don’t need your help.” The shadow laughed quietly and pulled my chin towards it so I was looking directly into its eyes.

‘Just trust me child. Let me help you unleash your darkness, let me help you give in to the temptation. The forbidden fruit is waiting, Vincent. Just take it…’ The shadow whispered his gaze boring into mine. I silently agreed that I did want to give into the darkness, I did not say this aloud but I had the feeling that the shadow knew. I smiled darkly at the thoughts that ran through my head, and called out to the darkness inside of me.

“Do you want to come out and play tonight? Kill that bastard of a Father?” The only reply that I got was a joy filled purr. I turned to look back at the shadow and licked my lips ever so slightly. A chilling smirk curled my lips as a came to a decision. I would kill him Father where he stands, taking all my bitter hate and using it to destroy him slowly. I told the shadow of my brilliant plan, and he let a wide grin spilt his lips, letting lose a loud laugh.

‘You made the right choice, Vincent…’ I simply nodded in agreement and started off.

"Now let's pay a visit to my dear Father, and taste his blood tonight!" I said, looking at the being before me with joy.

“Are you coming with me?” The shadow looked down to smirk at me and patted my head.

‘Of course. I want to see that bastard die at your hands.’ I smiled and started off, the shadow trailing behind me.

As we finally reached my Father's house, I shivered with disgust as memories came crashing down upon me. I pushed them aside, not wanting to deal with them tonight. I knocked upon the door, and the man who answered the door was my Father alright. He still looked the same, a deceiving look in his eyes and an air of deadliness surrounding him. I wonder if he still remembers me, granted that he hasn't seen me since the age of ten and now, at the age of eighteen, I paid him a little visit.

"Hello, Father dearest." I say, my smirk slipping off my face as my Father runs a dirty eye over my body.

"What the fucking hell? Who the bloody hell are you, calling me Father?" He shouted, his hands gripping tightly at the door frame.

Still a heavy curser, I see.

“You don’t even remember your own abuse victim? You should remember quite clearly, since you were the man who stole my innocence." I sneer out. The man gave me another look over, and I felt myself shudder at his gaze, memories playing themselves in my head.

“Vincent? No it can’t be you. Not after all these years. Oh well, I have my play toy back again.” Here my Father smirked, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into him.

“No Father I am not going to be your play toy again. It’s quite the opposite; you are going to be my play toy.” I pulled roughly away from him, and smiled at him, darkness creeping into my smile this time. My Father furrowed his brows, and laughed quite fully.

“What are talking about, draft child? You really are like your Mother, just as stupid as her too.” My Father jumped slightly as I help my weapon against his throat, cutting his skin just slightly but enough for blood to seep out slowly and cover my hand in its crimson glory.

“Now Father what was that? Calling me stupid were you? You’re the stupid one, Father.” I said shortly and dug my weapon deeper into his skin. My Father looked at me with wide eyes, looking down at the blood covering my hand. The man tired to back away, but the shadow caught him in an iron embrace. Whispering dangerously in his ear.

'No your not going anywhere, bastard. You are going to die by Vincent's hands tonight. Prepare to perish...'

Oh how I loved the chilling voice of my dear shadow friend.

“What the fuck are you doing? You fucking psychopath! And who the fuck said that! Stop this fucking shit right now, Vin--" I slapped my hand over his lips, hating the annoying sound of rat like voice. I searched my pockets for my needle and thread, smirking as the shadow held him tightly and he stared at with like a frightened animal. I carefully sewed his lips together, purposely stabbing him harder as tears start to pour down his cheeks.

“You talked too much. There, no more hearing your annoying voice ever again." I said happily as I finished my work, patting his newly sewed lips roughly causing him to let out a muffled cry. I smiled, placing my bloodied needle back in my pocket, and patted his head like one would do to their children.

"Don't cry, Papa. It was for your own good. Now your throat won't go raw from screaming as I torture you." I say, cocking my head to the side innocently.

The man looked at me horrified, tears slightly running down his face to mix in with the blood from his lips. I lightly brushed his chin with my finger and licked off the blood that had collected there, closing my eyes in bliss.

“Ah, just the right taste. Not too sweet or too bitter.” The man looked at me with trembling eyes, and tired to get out of the shadows grip but luckily the shadow was much to strong for him.

‘No you’re not going anywhere, bastard.’ It whispered, clutching him tightly against his chest.

I yawn, and almost lazily raise my weapon off his throat and ram in into his stomach. I watched with bright eyes as blood gushed out, dripping down to collect in a puddle at our feet. I pulled it out and cleaned it off with my shirt, taking not a single notice of the arm reaching out for me. My Father grips my throat tightly, causing me to see flashes of bright colors. With a rush of unexpected strength, I raise my blade up and slice off the arm before it killed me. My Father's body bounces back into the shadow's grip as his arm is sliced off, watching with dazed eyes as I peel off his fingers and glare at him hatefully.

“Just to make sure you don’t ever try that again; let’s chop off your other arm shall we? Oh and maybe your legs too just in case.” I say with anger coloring my tone, and slowly slice off his limbs, letting him bathe in the pain. I keep a close eye on him, and the shadow switches his grip to his waist, bringing out the sturdy rope we brought with us and tying up the pitful man.

“Oh Papa has no arms or legs now! I can fix that!” I said happily, laughing at the horrified look upon my Fathers face as I sewed his arms to his bleeding stumps that were once his legs and sewed his legs onto the bleeding stumps that were once his arms. I saw my Father’s eyes turning glazed, a sign that Death was claiming his soul already. I pouted, not wanting the man to die just yet, and thought of what I could do in a short amount of time. I let out a bark like laugh as I thought of the perfect idea.

“You always had pretty eyes, Papa. Since you don’t need them anymore, can I have them?” Not waiting for an answer, I dig my fingers into his eye sockets and pluck out the shiny silver orbs. I got greatly annoyed as my Father tried to scream and escape, so I ended his life quickly my simply slitting his throat and letting him bask in his own blood. I look at my Father for a long time and find that my eyes are suddenly blurry and my cheeks wet. I rub at my eyes, willing the tears to go away but they do not. I realize with a sudden thought that what I am feeling is bitter remorse, and that I am a killer, a cold hearted killer.

‘Don’t cry, child. He had to die; your feelings of wanting to kill him were not bad ones. Don’t feel remorse for the man who caused you so much pain, Vincent.’ I heard the shadow’s soft whisper echo throughout my ears, and I raised my sullen tear filled eyes to look at it.

“Your right. I shouldn’t feel guilty that I killed him, I should feel happy. I will feel happy, shadow. Just for you…” The shadow smiled lightly at me, and patted me on the head. ‘

That’s the Vincent I know…’ I smile again and pull the shadow along will me as I turn to walk away.

‘I can’t Vincent, I can’t go with you. My time with you has finished. I must leave now…’ I widen my eyes and furrow my brow in confusion.

“What do you mean your time has come?”

‘I’m sorry, child. But I must leave…Goodbye Vincent…’ With its last whisper, the shadow leaves forever, its being leaving with a gust of wind. My mind remains blank as I stare at the space where the shadow once was, and raise my hollowed eyes up towards the darkening sky.

‘If that fool wants to leave me, then so be it. He’s just a cowardly fool for leaving me. I don’t need him; I am fine on my own.’ Here I smile much more darkly than before, just one sign that the darkest was making me it’s own, and let the sudden rain fall wash the rain off my weapon.

“Time to play again…” I call out in a sing song voice, as I walked along the dark streets, my murderous gaze leaving no mortal safe.

My darkness has finally won.