My life used to be normal, Together, Less chaotic. People knew me as a kind, loving person. I had few enemies, Many Friends and Family. Well, until I found something inside myself. I unlocked something.

I never expected it. It has turned my life for the worst...

I woke up for a normal day. Got out of bed. Got a shower. Got breakfast. My Dad asked his normal questions.

"Mornin' son. Sleep well?"

"Any dreams?"

"Whatcha got planned for the day?"

I of course told him I did sleep well. Even though there was a damn spring broken in my matress the poked me in the back. I also said I couldn't remember my dreams. If I told him the dreams I had been having those nights before. He would have put me in a mental home. I have reasons to believe the dreams were triggered by what was unlocked later that day.

My Mother you ask? She had died when I was of the age of eight. I wont go into detail. 18 and still grieving after 10 years.

Anyways, My Dad took me to school. I usually talk with my Dad on the way to school. I didnt that day. Something kept me from talking. I had no idea why.

We finally got to school and when I got out of the car, My heart dropped. I knew something was going to happen. I walked away from the car not saying anything.

"Son... Vulff?....Vulffen..." My Dad said as I had walked away silently.

I just said nothing. I got to the door when I looked back and he was driving down the road. I walked through the door. My head held low.

The schools most Racist kid passed by me. He bumped into me on purpose

"Fuckin cats. They should all die" He slurred as he walked the other way.

I kept walking. Kind of hurt his words. I had to deal with him attacking me all the time. And nothing I ever did shut him up. Notice the past-tense I used. Ill say why when I get to the point. Haha.

I turned the corner. So mad and hurt of dealing with him. Yet it wasn't only him. I kept getting mad at something. And I had no idea why. I gripped my arm. My claws dug into it. Making it bleed. I stopped when i realized what I was doing. I then looked at my arm. It was bleeding a lot more that it should have been. And it wasn't red. It was black, And thick. Like Tar. I became overcome with fear as it wouldn't stop. Then. Everything went black around me. I could only see myself. Yet, Then I looked up to see myself. And, it wasn't me. But, it was. The other me was blurry. Though I could tell he had horns, Long fangs. And something wrapped around his left arm and tail.

He spoke to me. His voice was so much lower than mine.

"Weak aren't we." He said as he walked towards me.

I began to see more details on him. The things wrapped around his arm and tail. It was Barbed Wire. It grew from inside his body. It cut up his arms and tail with blood stains down them. His claws were long. He had deep cuts and scratches that covered his body. And blood stains all over him. His colors weren't like the ones I wore. They were Black, Blood Red, And an even darker red. His pupils were red. And the whites of his eyes weren't white. They were black. And under his right eye were 3 smaller eyes. Covered by his hair.

I was in fear of who this was. I kept thinking if this was the true me. Or a demon.

"I am you, Well. The inner you of sorts." He said as he chuckled darkly.

"I have been locked away for years finding way to get out. Its about time you do something to mutilate yourself such as you did to your arm."

I could barely hear other voices around me as the black began to fade.

"We are going to have to cut this short." he said before leaping towards me. Jaws wide open.

The black was gone. I was in a daze but I heard people asking if I was ok. One of them grabbed my arm noticing my blood was black and thick.

The Racist asshole busted through the crowd and said

"Its probably just some tar filled bag he rigged to look like his arm. The pussy is ok."

At that point I looked up at him. I could feel rage build up in me. I looked at him with a blank look on my face as he looked back. I didnt say a word.

"What pussy, aint got nothing to say? Huh? Thats what I thought you little fag."

I then heard the demonic voice of my other self inside my head say.

"Well, Well. I know how I'm gonna show myself first off. By slaughtering his worthless soul. Right now."

My eyes went black. Red slowly began to grow in the middle. Every single person saw this. They backed up. I dropped to the floor as pain went through my body. I began screaming as my facade began to change. My fangs grew long. Horns grew on my head. The Barbed Wire pierced out of my arm and wrapped around it. The same happened around my tail. I felt cuts and scratches being torn onto my body. As if I was being attacked by some beast. I felt the eyes form under my right eye. I was fully transformed to what my demon side was. I raised to my feet. Everyone cowered from me. I could see the fear in that Racist asshole's eyes. Yet he tried to stay were he was.

"Y-you don't s-scare m-m-me" he said shaking in his skin.

I Looked up at him with my Demonic. Dead eyes. The same sick twisted smile came across my face.

"Run." I said in the darkest, Demonic voice.

He ran fast and I lunged toward him. He didn't get far before my fangs pierced through his shoulders. His blood splattered across my fangs and the walls. I swung him into the wall. Tearing his skin as I pulled my fangs out of his shoulder. I pushed him against the wall hard. I heard his ribcage crack slightly.

"Is this the reaction you have been waiting for? HUH? I Said as I pushed him a bit harder against the wall. One of his ribs broke. He tried to scream but he couldn't even breathe.

"Oh, Haha, That's gonna hurt in the morning. But, Hey, Don't you just love that sound. The Snap, Crackle, Pop. I'm not talkin about a breakfast cereal. That was ribs."

I threw him to the other wall hearing another crunch as his arm broke.

"Don't you ever mess with me again." I said as I growled.

I then blacked out again. Instantly.

End Of Chapter 1.