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[Tricky Kiddo]

My name is Kole Sparks. I don't have a nickname, but my name means keeper of the keys, and pure. I always questioned why my mother gave me that name. Oh, I never met my father if you were wondering and my mother never likes to bring him up. When ever I try to find out about my father and ask her about it she would usually avoid the conversation or start crying. So I stopped asking about him. I wish I knew though...there is some things I'd like to ask him. Anyways I'm seventeen turning eighteen in the spring. I can't wait! I'm not living with my mom anymore I actually am renting an apartment closer to my school. I got tired of taking the long train ride to school from the country side. To afford the place I have two part time jobs and other odd jobs that I can find. It's actually very fun plus I get to met all kinds of people. Though my life is going great I still have this feeling...like I don't truly know myself. This is why I still want to know about my father, but I can't ask my mother. I feel like there is something more about me than meets the eye. Something that I can't even see. Why am I feeling this way? Why do I feel like I'm not human?

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Tricky Kiddo

Things only seemed to drag on and on as time went by. He was still
wondering about in the same neighborhood and he was still alone.
Why wouldn't he be? He was Torin the Toxic and no one dared to be
near him because they knew of the insanity he spread about.
He was what they told their kids in bed at night in place of the
boogey man. He was the one that was used as a threat to the one's
that misbehaved. In his home, he was nothing but a monster.
And he was okay with that.
He could not deny the claims of those around him. He did murder
countless people. He did spread insanity like it was a disease from just
a mere glance or wave to you. He was a monster.
And he was perfectly okay with shouldering that burden.

He walked along the dark streets alone, his gaze cast down,
hood over his head and a mask over his face. He kept his gloved
hands inside of his jacket's pockets and he had begun to count the
individual cracks in the cement of the sidewalk. There was nothing
interesting in this town anymore. Everyone knew of him and kept
their distance, no one new ever seemed to arrive and he had already
explored every abandoned building the place had to offer. He was
growing bored.

Bored with this life of fear and loneliness. When was it going
to finally end for him? He, as a demon, was doomed to walk the
earth without end. "When did home become
so pathetic?"