Chapter 2: Chapter 1. Innocence

My childhood was stolen from me. How can I forget the taste of that fire eating my skin? For that fateful night, I was bathed in flame. Alive. Breathing.

Screaming. Looking for an exit. Losing my eyesight as the fire had burnt my eyes. And I only managed to wait. Until dawn. Until the fire was gone. Until my body healed itself. I was only 10. I was burnt alive the whole night. For that whole 7 hours, 32 minutes, and 11 seconds. It felt longer though. In that fire. The pain was real. I lived through the pain over and over. I felt the heat. I saw my body burnt black. I felt the fire scorching through my flesh, eating every cell I had left.

I lost my childhood that night by realizing that humans are cruel. And I remember who lit the match. Victor Klaus. I heard his name. And I had found him. Both of them. He and his brother, Kevin Klaus. Familiar faces. Faces I'll never forget. Faces I'll tear apart. They will suffer for what they did. They will never escape my wrath.

“Why do you think that he had chosen children to be decapitated? Why not adults?” Victor asked his brother as they both stare at the painting in front of them.

“I have no idea, brother. This Mr. McGroy is very morbid indeed,” commented Kevin.

“Hmm,” I hummed as I stare at the painting too, right behind them, towering them both with my height. As they both turn to look at me, I heard their thoughts loud and clear. They are dumbstruck by my looks. Everyone does. My face. My curse. “Children decapitated... Morbid isn't it? I think it's equally morbid if they are adults though,” I said, breaking the silence and to stall them from further shame of gaping their mouths wide open to my appearance.

Both Kevin and Victor cleared their throats before both of them shove their hands at me for a handshake simultaneously. And that led them both to be ashamed of their obvious interest in me. I saw their faces blushed. There's no need to use mind reading to notice that. “We- we didn't get your name,” Victor said.

I smile at them charmingly. Those filthy mouths! Those dirty hands of theirs! I will feed them with flames! But for now, let this fake smile enlightened them. “My apology,” I apologized and put my hand forward for a handshake towards Victor. “McGroy. Adrian McGroy,” I introduced myself.

Victor quickly took my hand for the handshake with both of his hands. “McGroy?! I cannot believe this! You are the artist for this very painting isn't so?!” He asked excitedly with a grin on his face. Kevin was also looking impressed standing there by the side of his brother.

I fake a grin. “And you are?” I asked sarcastically. Even this very simple act of evilness makes me feel better.

“Oh pardon me! I'm Victor Klaus. And this is my dear brother, Kevin Klaus,” he introduced himself and his brother. Shortly after shaking each other's hands welcomely, unwelcomely, whatever the hell, the three of us stare at the canvas painting in front of us. I feel better when I no longer have to touch them. Touching is indeed needed as to show affection and my charm will get to them faster with each touch. But right now I'm just too disgusted to touch them. I must refrain myself from hurting them. Not yet. Not now. Revenge should come slowly.

“So Mr. McGroy,” Kevin called me. I know what he's going to ask me though. I have read his mind. “Why children?” He asked.

I flash my charming smile at them and know that their hearts must be beating faster by now. Who can deny my charm? And I divert my attention towards the canvas, staring deep into the drawing I'm all too familiar with. Five children. Males. In one line. On the dark brown moldy soft ground. Surrounded by thick bushes. No heads. Blood spilling all over, seeping deep into the ground as if the ground is feasting on their blood... under a full moon. My painting. It's perfect. “Innocence,” I said. “Children are innocent. That's why I choose children. Because no matter how innocent they might be, they will eventually lose their innocence. It's a sad thing,” I explained.

They are awed by my explanation. Who would not have understood better about ruining someone's childhood other than them anyway? “So the decapitated part is..?” Kevin asked again. Such a curious human, isn't he?

“Just a metaphor, Mr. Klaus,” I said. They smile at me. Satisfied by my explanation. I smile to myself. I lied.

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