Slowly a giant hand took the pen in it and over to the book he had taken from Pawnshop. He Looked at it wondering if writing would relax the lust for the hunt. His desire to hurt. His need to remind people he didn't fade and would not fade. The thoughts swirled his madness talking over and the words curled swirled and slammed into his mind. His lust for people to scream those that hurt his Karen, those that took what was his and harmed her. They caused her so much pain. So much suffering. His mind fractured more as the rage and fiery lashed out against his tight control. Against his mind, his desires for greed. Slowly he would open the book and look at the blank pages once more. Words still swarmed his mind. The little thoughts of hurting people. His desire to cause chaos slamming into him in one go. A low growl before he started to write. He started to write the words he could pull from his mind. The words he understood. The ones that were not scattered and fleeting. And he would write words appearing on the page.

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It will come. The time will come when the world burns when those that think they can take. That they can touch what is mind. It will not stand. I will lash out like the grizzly bear hunting to feed. The cornered pack of wolves. The Lion. I will take revenge, they will learn their sins they will learn true pain and darkness. Let them come. Let them cage me. I will grow, My rage will grow. My desire to hurt will become strong. Let the world see something truly dark. Let the shepherd's Dogs Bark, let them yap. They will never contain it. They will never hold me back. They will never stop the coming darkness. It will continue it will never change they brought. Monsters are made not born and I shall show the world said Monster. I will show them what they made. What they helped me become. Let them tremble, let them flee, beg me for mercy. I will not find it. There is no mercy for what wil come. There will be no hope for the sheep, for the prey. They will feed me. They will feed the darkness. They will make us stronger. We are Andrew Flint.

 

 

I must hunt. I must feed my desires. I will take. I will not be stopped. I will take my revenge, I will take what is mine to take. Non shall stand against me. Not shall stop the coming shaking of the world. For I will take what I want, it belongs to me. It all belongs to me. Trembling herds, shattered shepherd's crook. The barking dogs. Will see. They will all see. They will taste the hatred they bred. They will see the darkness of the mind the shattered thoughts, the shattered fractured minds of a Madman. I don't care! I will not be stopped, I will not be hindered, I will take. It is time to take, it is time to show them the things they make. Your Morals mean nothing to me. Nothing shall hold me back, nothing will stop the coming storm.

 

 

Who am I? Am I my greed? Am I my rage, wrath? Or am I my pride. Or am I nothing more than a rambling madman someone lost in his mind. Someone controlled by his thoughts. Someone who is shattered. Nothing more than a chaotic mind hunting for what should have been mine? NO MORE!!! I will be weak NO MORE. I will not be held back I will not be contained I will not be hindered.

 

I WILL NOT BE WEAK! I WILL NOT FAULTER! I WILL KEEP TAKING WHAT IS MINE!

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Putting down the pen he would stand and walk out of the house his Mind raging and roaring. Lashing out against his control. The time would come. It would come.