“Uhmmm… Xavier?” A little girl asked nervously.

“What,” Xavier snapped, turning from his friends.

“I love you, and was wondering if you would be my boyfriend.” She rushed squeezing her eyes.

“EW! No way!” Xavier gagged, “You’re gross and ugly, and my mommy says the scar you have means you’re possessed by the devil. Go away!”

“Now, now, Xavier.” Their teacher chided. “That’s a very mean thing to say.”

Despite each of my teacher’s best effort, the torment and rumors never ended.

“I guess your mom was right Xavier.” I chortled, black tentacles oozing out from the wall behind me. “I must be possessed by the devil after all.”

“We never meant to be cruel Ciaran.” Xavier pleaded, narrowly dodging my tentacles. “We were all stupid kids back then!”

I grinned as one caught his foot.

“That would be a valid excuse I suppose..” I mused. “If it weren’t for the fact that it still continues today.” I grit my teeth. “If it weren’t for the fact that adults and children alike ridiculed a CHILD for a BIRTHMARK.” I motioned for the tentacles to pull him closer, hanging him upside down.

“I’m sorry.” He choked, tears streaming down his pathetic face.

I leer at his struggles to free himself, tilting his face closer by the chin. “I am going to destroy this world and build it from the ash up.” I hiss. “No child will EVER be ostracized for their looks and abilities ever again.” I scorn, almost pityingly. “It’s a damn shame you won’t be here to see it.”

“Please.” He rasps.

“A damn shame.” I whisper.

“I love you,” He chokes as I slowly allow my tentacles to tighten around his throat.

I stick my lip out in a mock pout, “Oh dear,” I leer. “How things have changed.”

I do not let him speak another word.

I do not let him see me shake from uncontrollable fury.

I snap his neck.

I fling him aside.

And I move on.