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**The Dark Path**
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What transpired during my youth was nothing short of a nightmare. My childhood was far from ordinary; it was a twisted existence shaped by the demons that haunted my parents. They were alcoholics and drug addicts, lost in their own haze of misery. When they weren't unconscious from intoxication, they were high on substances that fueled their rage. Their fights were brutal, both with each other and with anyone who crossed their path. I witnessed them beating our neighbors, their anger spilling over into our fractured home. To be frank, my parents were deeply damaged souls, incapable of providing proper care for me.
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And then came Finn Black—a dark figure who emerged from the shadows of my chaotic life. He saved me, pulling me from the abyss I called home. But salvation came at a cost: my innocence. Finn taught me the art of killing, revealing a world where violence was not only acceptable but exhilarating. He showed me that taking a life could be intoxicating, a rush unlike anything else. The first person I killed was Tom, an abusive cop who had terrorized countless lives. I ended his reign of cruelty, but in doing so, I crossed a line that could never be uncrossed.
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Finn Black molded me into a monster, a creature of darkness. Yet, paradoxically, he also taught me restraint. He made me feel special, important—like destiny had chosen me for this gruesome path. As his apprentice, I glimpsed his true nature: he claimed to be the devil himself, harboring a malevolence that would consume the world. I believed him, perhaps because it was the only way to stay close to the enigma that was Finn. Loyalty to him promised fulfillment of my desires, whatever they might be.
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And so, I dwell in Hell—a place that feels oddly like home.
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After Tom's murder, I took on jobs, killing for money. It didn't matter who the target was; I became a silent executioner, eliminating those who stood in the way of my survival. Waitress, maid, cook, babysitter—I assumed any role that paid. Finn had one rule: no one under 18. I specialized in making people vanish, their bodies swallowed by the ocean. Fame or obscurity mattered little; they all held something I needed. Guilt never plagued me; I reveled in my monstrous identity.
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But then I met Sam—the one who dared to save me. Unlike others, he saw beyond my facade. He treated me with respect, understanding the darkness that clung to my soul. Sam became my lifeline, and for the first time, I dared to hope that acceptance might be within reach. Finn allowed me to attend the University of St. Mary's, where I stumbled into a class on survival skills. Sam sat beside me, breaking through my isolation. His words pierced my defenses: "I'm here to make sure you don't hurt yourself." He knew my secrets, my capacity for destruction. Yet, he offered a lifeline, urging me to control my instincts.
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Sam's insight cut through my lies. He understood more than I realized. And as I grappled with my past, I learned a crucial lesson: honesty was a double-edged sword. Trusting someone required certainty that they'd believe you—a luxury I couldn't afford.
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