My name is Jonathon Winter Night. I am known as Maverick Nightmare. This is the record of my life's story. I wrote it in order to remind myself of the wrongs I have made and to see this entry and know that everything I now do for the world, is one step closer to redemption. The story begins when I was just a small child. I spent most of it alone. I lived out on the streets trying to survive. I was just barely living. There were so many times when I could have died then. In some ways, I wish I would have. However it wasn't long after that I learned I was different. I was kicked aside by the people on the streets for to long that one day I grabbed someone who was about to push me and I felt anger surge through me. I grabbed the person leg and I didn't know why but my body started to act on its own. My grip tightened. The man fell to the ground screaming. everyone was staring at me but no one dare move. I could feel my grip tighten and tighten and tighten, without me able to do anything about it. It continued like this, with the man screaming in pain until there was a loud snap and blood splatter on the side walk followed by even louder screaming. I had squeezed the man's shin in half. Everyone around me screamed and scatter. I stood there watching the man try and crawl away. My body started reacting strangely. My clothes were growing darker. In my hand then was a blade. I never used a weapon in my life but for some reason I knew exactly what to do. I took the blade and stabbed the man several times in both legs. they were limp and there was so much blood. Finally after watching him squirm for several minutes, I took the blade and thrust it through the man's heart. His name was Jonathon. He died a very Cold Night sometime in Winter. I was an orphan without a name. That was the first time I ever killed someone. At the age of 6. That was also the first time I ever had a name. That I ever felt alive.
My next kills were easier. My clothes never faded along with the blade in my hand. The seemed to become more obvious and grander as I grew and as I killed. And the more I killed like this. The less I was able to control myself. I was soon just watching my life happen instead of living it. Yet there was also a sick part of my mind that enjoyed it. I killed an entire family the next day. that made six people dead because of my hand. There blood was spilt because of me. I had no regrets at the time. My next four I was able to kill faster. However the fourth one wasn't as lucky as the first three because I chose to enjoy my kill. I forced her to watch as I slit the throat of the first person. The second person I killed by slitting their wrist's and letting them bleed to death. And the third one I cut out that person's heart. For the girl watching. She was staked through the wall. Just watching. Then I told her to scream. There was nothing she could do to save herself. No one was able to stop me. As I said that she started to scream as she seemed to loose consciousness but she wasn't dead. I moved inside of her mind. I saw her fears. I tortured her with them. I tortured her with pain. She felt the pain but in reality it wasn't real. It shouldn't have been happening. However, the pain. The damage, it was very real. I had been able to give my first nightmare to this woman. My tenth kill. It was because of her I was able to crown myself. I stood on the roof of the building and screamed out at the people below. "I AM THE KING OF NIGHTMARES! And you all show die tonight because of me." I honestly cannot tell you what happened in the minds of those 400 hundred people that heard me. Partly because I couldn't even remember all of the nightmares I gave. However, it's mainly because I don't even have the stomach anymore to describe to you what I did to them. In short. I made them commit suicide. every single one of them I made them commit suicide in their own unique way. I was unstopable at the age of 8. For 9 years I killed mercilessly. I remember killing a child one time. He was the only one of my victims to ever be able to say anything to me while I was killing him. He sat there crying and looked at me straight in the eyes while inside a nightmare and asked in a crying voice. "Why......who are you?....why are you doing... this?" The little boy was squeezing onto his mother's limp arm. I wanted to tell the little boy that I didn't know why I was doing this. For some reason I couldn't stop. However, I said something that I didn't want to say and that I had no control over. I grabbed the little boys next and said to him. "To feel alive and to devour your soul when I send you to hell. I didn't know what was happening to me. My clothes had become fully done and hadn't grown in a very long time. I was shrouded by cloaks and a mask. I carried a very long sword and a Katana. I wore Demonic Armor that glowed. I didn't know what I had become. I was now at the end of that extra nine years. I was seventeen. I was stalking a woman in the woods. I was following her and when she realized I was following her she tried to run but I had already gotten her in a Nightmare. Everywhere she turned I was in front of her. Finally I killed her by Skewering her through a tree with my sword. But before I even realized it, it was all a ploy. There was an army of people charging me. I grabbed my sword and fought them off. My body fought and fought. I could feel blades peircing my skin. I could feel the pain for the first time. However My body ignored it. I fought on. Finally They were outnumbering me far to much and then, something happened. My body lost the will to fight. But there was a large explosion. My body had done something that even I hadn't done in my life. I summoned arms out of my body. To many to counts. They grabbed every one of those men trying to kill me and I murder them By crushing their skulls and dragging their souls from their bodies. I saw into their lives. Saw the pain I had caused every one of them and felt that pain as well. I wanted to die from the pain that I was feeling from every single one of those men. Almost 400 men, all of that pain. It cannot even be explained. However When I was done. My body was changing, I could slowly see the body I had had all these years started to seem like it was fading. But while that was happening. A man came up from behind me and stabbed my back through my chest on the right side. I grabbed the blade with my hand and spun around and killed the man by slicing his head off. I grabbed the lance and pulled it out of my chest and began walking. I don't now how long I walked. It seemed like an eternity. I walked a good distance before I collapsed onto the ground. I was only wearing a short sleeve and black shorts. I was laying on the muddy road in the cold rain as I bled out onto the road and watched my life flash before me. I saw torture happening to me. An area in a dark place where I would spend eternity, never again to see life at all. I didn't want it. I wanted forgiveness. I haven't been able to live a life of my own yet. I had lost control of everything and didn't get to live at all. I never got to laugh, to smile, to feel happy, sad......loved. I wanted all of that because I never got a chance for any of that. I saw that I was getting all of the tortures that I had committed to all of the 1,643,297 souls that had died by my power. I was getting that times 6. Six must be my lucky number, ha. I didn't want this. I wanted redemption. I wanted anything else and I would do anything to get that. Suddenly I was snapped out of that trance. I felt something, I didn't know what it was I tried opening my eyes. I coudn't open them far but I was able to squint slightly. I saw the I was elevated from where I fell and I was slowly moving forward. My legs were being dragged. I could see to moved part ways from where my legs dragged on. I was able to see another pair of legs. They seemed to belong to a woman. They were cleaner and to elegant for a man at least. I lost consciousness again and came to again some time later and there was a woman standing above me. I could see I was no longer outside. I was inside somewhere unknown to me. I could hear her mumble something to someone in the room as she turned her head away from me and turned her head back when she was done talking. I lost focus again and fell back into darkness. When I came back she was still there. She looked at me as I was able to see clear. I tried to move and I felt so much pain from my body that it didn't feel real at first. The woman stood up and lightly pushed me back down. She said not to move. The wounds hadn't healed quite yet. She said everything was going to be okay. That she was going to help me. I though she was insane. Didn't she know who I was? Didn't she know what I did? I looked at her and she said it again. Don't worry, I'll help you get better, My name is Fate. It's very nice to meet you.
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