The Book of Randomness

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From a young age, he knew that life wasn’t fair. He remembered staring down at an older teenager with brown hair, face to the side, the brunette’s eyes wide and glassy. The boy himself had one black eye and multiple bruises surely to form. He remembered a few moments earlier, that the male stood looming above him, a vicious smile at seeing his pain. Now, the boy was the one standing tall, coated in a layer of bright, crimson blood, as red as his very hair. He didn’t want to do it, he’d do a lot of things without hesitation, but killing? That wasn’t one of them.

But here he was, standing over a dead corpse. And the worst part was that to this day, he never regretted it. Sure, he felt guilty. He had nightmares of those glassy eyes staring up at him, whispered voices blaming him, and each time he’d wake up in a frenzied panic.  He remembered desperately scrubbing his hands until they were red raw to try and get the blood off, as if that’d help. But the blood was still there. It never left.  But when it came down to it, he’d do it again. Again and again and again until the body count only continued to pile up.

If that’s what it took to survive, he’d do it. He’d always hesitate, or at least, he thought he would, but he’d do it if he needed to. Once you’ve gone days without food in the harsh winter, you become desperate. Desperate to survive, because damn it, he didn’t want to die. Back then?  It would have been him or the teenager. So he fought. He fought and he struggled and he resisted. He was too stubborn to die back then, and he’s come this far. The pain and suffering has made him who he was today, they shaped him.

And he knew how the world was like, it wasn’t black and white. There were so many shades of grey in between. And at the basic core of it? It was survival of the fittest. In this cruel world, only the strong would survive. He has seen and felt what happened to the weak. In a world of lies, he had resorted to stealing, lying and deceit. Even if it made him like the others. Even if he’d have to do things others would call monstrous. Even if he would end up burning in the deepest, darkest pits of hell...He would do anything to survive. And as the cloaked figure on the stage began a speech in their distorted voice, he remembered this fact and his resolve only grew stronger and more determined.