Everyday in my life its always Carmen Carmen CARMEN!! No one's ever concerned about me! Her twin brother! Not Conner, not Mole, not Scar, ESPECIALLY not Eve, and even father...I'm shown no care or anything. As if I'm just a sack of trash....the voices in my head tell me to eliminate her.....to fill my taste buds with the beautiful flavor of her crimson blood.....earlier I've shown you my sanity. But that was a cover up. To what I really am. She always torments me with her popularity and how everyone is obsessed with her....no one cares about me. I CAN'T FUCKING TAKE THIS SHIT ANYMORE!!! That wench will fall by my own hand as I eventually free the world of its blandness. I am the darkness. I am the beginning and end of this world. The only reason why I stay with these foolish mortals now is to get closer to.....her. But today I ran away. I left without a trace, like anyone would notice. I only told Christophe and everyone else my dream so they would fall into my trap. I'll take them down one by one. Soon they will all succome to ther fate. By my own two hands. Heh heh.....heh...MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!....I've come to America after I left on the plane. A plane which I stole from Eve's vacation home. I don't care what she does about it since she won't know it was me, the stupid sppy PATHETIC EXCUSE OF RUSSIAN!! But no longer....not anymore. I'm in South Park to be exact. Good thing Adrik was pilot. But enough of my complaining, time for me to do what must be done. The time is right, the voices tell me so. The ones which talk to me in my head. Day and night. They're why I can't sleep. To put an end to the voices, I'll do what they say. No one knows who I am thank God. Except....two boys....Maxie and Joexie. They're the only ones that are aware of my existance around here. Avoiding them will be simple enough though. I hide up tree as I see a black figure running. It was searching for something but I didn't know what. I followed it by jumping from tree to tree. It was neck and neck. The figure was fast. It wore black everywhere. Including a mask. What was it searching for? The place it stopped at was someone's home. There was a Doberman dog with a frisbee in its mouth. It was giving it to its owner. Her name is Mica. So that's what that figure's going for. It hid in bushes, being extremely careful to not be seen. The figure was familiar somehow...just its...well shape. Why does it remind me so much of....CARMEN! THAT FUCKING BITCH THINKS SHE CAN DO ANYTHING!! NOT THIS TIME!! I jumped down from the trees. I stared at it. It was Carmen no doubt. I got out my sword and she looked determined to capture me. She ran toward me, but I dodged her and she stared at me with hate. I did same. She tried to hit me with her knife but missed all times. You see, while everyone was having sunshine happy times with their friends, I trained like no tomorrow. For this very moment of my life. Of course, before that I abused drugs and fucked people to get away from it all. To pretend it was nothing. But it wasn't. This isn't. I'm so full of anger, so much torment has been given to me...NO MORE!!!! AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!! I lunged at her as the sword penetrated through her stomach, coming out of her back. She coughed up blood and screamed out cries of pain. Blood splurged all over her mask so she couldn't breathe. I cut open her stomach and forced her to choke on her own entrails. Eventually, she stopped crying and bleeding. She was no longer. I tore off her mask as my new souvenier. I hear the door open and stared at the girl that came out of door. Mica. She looked at me angrilly, then gazed upon Carmen's corpse. She trembled in fear. I picked up Carmen's gun and shot Mica so many times that she fell on the ground bleeding. She died as well. I ran away once more. Before anyone could spot me.
I ended up in Stark's Pond. Where I gazed upon my newly scarred face. Carmen scarred my right eye. To prevent my hair from getting caught in anything, I cut my hair with sword. The segments of hair fell one by one down the stream. Again I looked down upon the river. My reflection showed a mortal face. With a scar. It disgusted me. I covered my face with my new mask. It showed no mortality. But what I now am. A far better power than mortal comprehension. I left the place, searching around for anyone of use to me.