Day Four

[Retane]

Mature Material. Don't read this if you have bad memories... of very sensitive issues. THis is my interpretation of what Pyramid Head will make you feel when it comes to guilt and innocense. Alot of this is a bit personal so don't come to me later because you are offended. You have been warned.

He walked on. It was a slow agonizing walk. Almost as if his body struggled withitself. Each step was staggering, as if he was a marionette puppet on strings, with no tendons or corded muscles to halp him move. Just imaginary strings. Still, he accepted it. It was his fate. It was always his destiny. And he embraced it. He was not scared. The pain of the the crimson geometrical shape was massive .Again, Retane was happy to feel the burden. It was darkness true darkness and he deserved it. He wanted to carry everyones guilt. He wanted the weight of the worlds pain on his shoulders.


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"Scarface! You are ugly! You smell like a wet fucking dog!" The words rang out in his memories. They stung and hurt . The young boy shook his head as he cried. No one knew what he felt. No one gave a damned. They let it all happen They stood back and watched it happen. They weren't suppose to do that. They were suppose to help. It was their job, wasn't it? The boy looked at the guns in the case. His stepfather wouldn't mind. Even if he did, he'd get it to.

They'd respect him in the morning everyone would. There would be no more beatings. The gigantic behmoth of a man that was his stepfather wouldn't t make him touch his toes anymore. That leather belt would no longer tan his hide, just because his mother argued with her new husband. They would never keep him from his father ever again. Those all at school would know his rage. He'd show them all. They would his anger. He's show them hate and racism. He'd show them that he owed them nothing. He'd let them know that they were no longer the minority. He would show them all that he was the true slave. That he wourked the feilds, that his rear had taken real lashings.

He would show them all that he was the victim. He'd let them all know what it was like to be bullied. Actions and choices and consequences.

"What have I done", The boy asked himself as he stared at the near empty gun. A single bullet remained in the chamber. People were running. Scrambling to get away from him. The girl that had called him a wet dog laid there, taking her last breath as the sanguine fluid pooled out beneath her. Just like his stepfather and mother had earlier that morning before he got on the bus to come to school. He couldn't beleive he had done it, now it was time for one more life to perish. He wouldn't be bullied anymore...


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Ashley looked at her brother with a sad face, "He's my father."

"No! No he's not ." Glenn shouted. How long had he kept this hidden within? why was it going down now. "I'm your family. Not them. We both know who your real father is. Stop fucking denying it!"

"Fuck you Glenn! Go to hell." Ashley shouted back at her older brother.

"No fuck you! You go to hell. Go die like that 'sister' of yours did. Go sit at that man's deathbed and watch him die."


Jen was dead. The man she knew to be was her grandfather was dying and now her brother was being an asshole and walking out of his life to. She turned and stormed off never looking back. He didn't want her as her family, then he could go straight to hell.

Glenn soon found himself slamming them back, unsure what he had done. He couldn't remember how it had started, but he was firm on his decision. He wouldn't go back on it. Ashely could go to hell. He was tired of feeling abandonned and betrayed. He was tired of people taking his love for granted. If they wanted to choose other over then them then fuck them all. It wasn't his fault his mother had chose to sleep with those men. It was all her damned fault!

He got in the truck as he threw another beer can into the desolate parking lot. It would be the last time he would turn that ignition over. H'd never be able to tell her he was wrong and he was sorry....

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"Don't tell anyone... this will be our secret..."

He had been family. Everyone had trusted him. She knew it had hurt. She had scars on top of scars on her arms and legs. No one would see them. No one could ever know. She blamed herself. She had been so foolish. She wanted someone to tell her it was her fault, but she could never reach out and speak. She'd keep it bottled up. It had to be his fault but she couldn't accept it. Her mind struggled within itself. She coldn't take it anymore and rolled her pants leg up high, revealing her thigh. It still had fresh cuts from earlier that morning. Now she was alone at the graveyard, looking at her grandfather's burial plot.

"This wont hurt I promise..." She muttered under her breath as she dug the razor into her flesh, mimicing the phrase he use to tell her all those years ago...

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"Kill them! Kill them all! It's time to show you arent a sidekick. Murder them all!" The malefactor pushed the thoughts into his head. Jack tried to deny it, but let it happen. It felt so wrong. He trusted Retane. Now he had paid the consequence. He felt the rage. The anger. He wanted to kill. He was no longer a guardian. He was The Ice Fiend.

Use your hands Retane had said before. He used them and the power of the Empire. He ws no longer a sidekick. Never a sidekick to Retane. Retane would get it just as soon as he took this rocket launching bitch. Jack had come. Jack had felt darkness. Now everyonw would know it!


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How do you rip the goodness from a persons heart? Inside the namekian couldn't figure it out. This was humanity? This was the pain people dealt with? Now he understood.... Now he got it... The namekian was glad to accept his fate. It was his fault Jack had felt that pain. It was always his fault

The namekian with the dark red ptinagular object strode on. People had to die now. Anyone he met would die. They would feel the guilt and darkness he felt. The would feel theweight of the dragging glaive and the weight of the executioner's cleaver.