Prologue

Wanting to be like everyone else is a natural thought for any ordinary human being; but wishing it is a whole different desire. If you take a second and think about it there's "people" out there that would kill or die for in order to get what they want. Which is only what anyone wants, to be human. Am I one of those people? No. I am not. I'm for sure glad to be different. Considering that's what changed my life completely. It gave me the family I've always wanted, the love from someone I thought never existed, and the power that was always deep inside me. 

I can honestly say I have everything that I've ever wanted. Then to even imagine it was all a lie, a fake hope, and a dream; is an exaggeration. Now that I have all I've ever wanted, it's all slowly slipping through my grasp. No matter how hard I try to hold on it keeps slipping. Then I have no choice but to give in and give them what they want. It's like falling through a black hole and knowing I'm not able to climb out. 

Doing ever devastating task they give me takes a part of what I was and lights it on fire; which grows into a eternal flame that eats away at the sanity I thought I had left. Their taking it all from me so that they'll get what they want. They'll do everything it takes to break me down piece by piece, limb by limb, heart by soul and tears by blood; so that I'll break beyond repair. But what about what I want? Doesn't that matter? This is nothing that I've ever wanted or anything anyone would want, and they're going to pay. Even if I die twice delivering him my favor. Since I have nothing or no one left to stop me.