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Cain · (09-22-2014)

Perth, Australia

Murder. It relaxes me. I know that I have told you all this before, but the sight of the light leaving a human's eyes is so calming to me. Don't judge me. I tried to be good. I tried to stop the bloodshed, but the fans? Well, you all turned on me. You abandoned me in light of that fucking

, LH Harrison. As I sit here, by the ocean, looking up the moon I can't help but wonder. What if I *had* won that match? What if I had to change myself to suit the needs of those unappreciative pricks? Madness? Hrmf. Fuck Paul Heyman. I will change for noone. It is my nature. The nature of the Beast.

The moon is beautiful tonight. I'm alone. It's coming up on Spring here, so there's a pleasent breeze. For you morons that don't know, the Eastern Hemiphere is...ahh, fuck that. I don't have to explain. Yep. The breeze catches my attention. The waves sofrly touch my bare feet, rolling in and out. Something is in the air though. Something smells so sweet. Like cotton candy. I can hear three seperate heartbeats, nearing my location. Alot of giggling. Ugh. Teenaged girls. Good for two things to human males. Sucking dick and calling the cops. They're getting closer, and I can hear one of them exclaim.

"OH MY GOD! IT'S HIM!"

Shit. Fan girls, none the less.

"Yep. That's him, Emma. Big bad guy, saved our lives in Chernobyl. He's a wrestler."

Oh? Wait, that sounded like ...like...well, she sounded sarcastic. Smart ass little condescending bitch. I tried my best to ignore them, but my peaceful stargazing was interrupted by the flash of a cell phone. No doubt it was to be posted on the Facebook, but you know, it didn't really matter. After all, it's not like the cops could arrest me. My ties in secret society would make sure of that. I just cracked my neck and watched the reflection of the moon wavering in the ocean. I leaned back and sighed. They weren't leaving. Which sucked for me. Or did it?

"Dammit, Sarah! You don't just take pictures of celebrities without asking! That's rude!"

Inside, I rolled my eyes. The brunette of the trio argued with the blonde

"Oh come onnnnn, Emmy! He's so fucking hot! Didn't you see his last promo?"

"Yes I did, and I saw him kill that cute Gabriel guy."

"Pft. Gay guy. I don't give a fuck about either one of them."

That brunette. That young, pale girl with the solid black hair. Now she is a girl after my own heart. She isn't fat but she isn't skinny. She is pale, but her crystal blue eyes, they remind me of her eyes..I shake my head, continuing to ignore them as the bitches chatter. Suddenly, I feel the heat...body heat...very close to me. The goth girl sits down beside me, casually taking out a cigarette. Her cleavage in that tanktop? Amazing. But she can't be a day over seventeen. Still ignoring her. I smell smoke, and hear her speak quietly.

"So fucking annoying."

I sigh.

"Yes. Quite."

I myself lit a cigarette of my own, my monogrammed lighter shining in the moonlight

"Cool lighter, bro."

"Don't call me that."

Puff puff.

"Why?"

I chuckle.

"Because I may kill you."

"I know. Go ahead. My life is shitty anyway."

What? Noone in all my years...noone ever said that. It's like she actually wants to die. Does anyone really want to die? I look at her, narrowing my eyes and asking quizically.

"And what, prey-tell, makes YOUR life shitty enough to forfeit? Why would you say something like that to me? Have you any inkling of who I am? What I can do to you?"

She shrugs.

"Yep. You're Cain Arkham. You're the original murderer. You could snap my neck right now if you wanted to. I'd let you."

Interesting. She doesn't fear death. Which means she doesn't fear...me? This is strange. Most humans would run like hell upon the very sound of my voice. Because when you hear me, then it's already to late.

"Wow. So...why is your life shitty again?"

She motions toward her two DUMB friends. Who seem to be arguing.

"Well SHIT Emma, I thought you were gonna bring the fucking' smoke!"

"No. Sarah. I SAID that I was going to bring the beer from my dad's fridge. Which YOU promptly drank this morning!"

"Well EXCUUUUUUSE me for being depressed over JOSH! Your brother is a whore, Emma! Just like you!"

"HEY! I'M A VIRGIN, YOU DUMB BITCH!"

"Well, in your vagina anyway!"

That leads to many visions. The goth girl and I look at one another, annoyance in both our eyes.

"Does you ASS still hurt, slut?!

"THAT'S IT BITCH, I WILL KILL YOU!"

The two teen girls have reached the boiling point. This arguement will not end well. Oh shit! Double leg take-down by the blonde...which from the upskirt, redhead...onto the Asian girl who accused her of being a slut. I look at the goth girl.

"How often does this happen?"

She ducks her cigarette.

"Every fucking day. Almost every hour. It's ridiculous. We've been friends since third grade, but these two discovered boys and...well...turned into stupid whores. They're so fucking annoying. Sometimes I wish they were dead. No?"

I shrug.

"You asked for it."

"Wait...what?! No!"

I stand quickly, sand flying as I storm over to the two dumb ass chicks rolling around in the sand. First comes the asian. Pulling her up by her thong panties, I brutally bury my knee into her midsection, tears immediately staining the sand. The blonde quickly runs to her friend, and starts smacking me hard. I feel her little hands...like mosquitoes to me. I rear my left fist backwards, and slam it into the girl's jaw, a snap heard as he head almost turns a full one eighty. My strength hasn't diminished one bit..the goth girl just stares on in...excitement? My distraction has allowed the other girl to make a run for it. I point, barking an order at the goth girl.

"GET HER!"

To my amazement, she listens. Tackling her friend in the water...she's straddling her...hands around her throat...screaming out as she holds the girl's head under water. I am getting a major hard on...but I digress. I can't help but smile as I come closer and watch her murder her friend. The young girl stands up, over her friend's limp body. We look at each other, and I have but one question.

"So....what's your name?"

She smiles insanely. Which to me is sweetly.

"Maria..."

Ahhhh....so hot...

-To Be Continued-

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