Deranged Writer's Afterword

I\'ve been awake for awhile now.

I\'m in some sort of vehicle...

So....John\'s a psychopath too....I mean c\'mon...most of the people here seem to be deranged.

Am I the only normal person here ?

After awhile the vehicle stopped and I feel two people carrying me somewhere, I peek a little and see a warehouse some distance away.

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They seated me on a chair and bound me using a mana restraint.

" Wakey Wakey...dear.", John\'s slithery voice reached my ears.

I feel the urge to kill him right then and there...but I need to defeat the others in the room first. They were probably bodyguards since John wasn\'t that strong.

I hear footsteps rushing out of the room and soon hear voices,

" Are all rich people crazy like this ?", one man asked.

"We get paid....that\'s all that matters.", another man interjected.

Seeing that they were trash talking their boss, he must have gone somewhere.

That\'s perfect then.

It\'s time to test my new guns....

I use my [Hell Fire] skill to burn off the restraints....I waited for the pain to hit me but it never does...but after a minute my hands were free.

Why did I not feel the heat ?

.....

Who cares ?....that\'s actually better.

"Boss !", one of the men shout in alarm as I jump up from the chair.

"-Stop-"

I use my [Incite] skill and the men all appeared dazed...I don\'t how long this thing works for so I needed to finish this quickly.

I could feel the mana inside my body slowly being used up.

I quickly run upto the first man and use my [Hell Fire] yet again... a small ball of black flame appears just above one of my fingers. I touch the dazed man using this very finger.

I watch as the flame slowly grow in size.

"ARAHHHHHHHHHHHHH", the man screams.

The others also seem to regain their state of mind back...

\'five seconds...huh.\', I think taking out my spear from my sub-space.

Since the auction, I had learned my lesson.

I always have a weapon on me now.

I was a little wary of using [Hell Fire] since it took my vitality in exchange for summoning the flames of \'hell\'. Since I used the \'Potion Of Eternity\' I can\'t feel anything now...but I\'m sure that some of vitality is being used right now.

Now, Vitality was just like mana in a sense. It represents your health in a way and in a fight, the more you get hurt....the more vitality is lost. But just because I had a lot of vitality didn\'t mean that I would live even after being stabbed....I would have more time to go to the hospital but if I don\'t do anything, I\'ll just bleed out and die like a normal person.

In a sense...that\'s what vitality gives you.....time and I had a lot of it.

I don\'t know what my limit is but I don\'t want to find out right now.

"Die !", one of the men screamed while running towards me.

I use [Hell Fire], but this time instead of my finger...the flames enveloped my spear.

I gently tap the shoulder of the man running toward me and soon, he was just like the other one now...dead.

It\'s funny that he yelled out \'Die !\' and died the next second.

These bozos aren\'t as strong as I thought...

"Be careful, boys.", the person who must be the \'boss\' warns his comrades.

I watch as the last three men in the room run together towards me, with their weapons in their hands.

Instead of using [Hell Fire], I decide to use my spear to do the deed.

I can\'t get to dependent on that skill...

It took me two minutes to kill all three of them including the boss...

Why were those guys so weak ?

I stop thinking about the guards because I honestly couldn\'t care less and walk towards the switchboard in the room to make the room dark.

About ten minutes later, John enters the room and I make sure to not be caught.

I can see him panicking from seeing his guards dead.

"I\'ve been waiting for you...", I whisper into his ear.

John jumps in fright and slowly backs away towards the wall just the way I wanted, he falls into the chair where I had previously sat.

I can almost smell the fear on him, just as I was about to kill him....I notice a book and a camera in his hand.

" P-please i-it was just a p-prank.", John whimpered.

I ignore him and take the book out of his hand, he does try to put up a fight but that\'s no use...is it ?

I take the book and look at the very...colorful cover.

It looked like a five year old made it, \'LOVE\' was written using a glitter in the cover.

Well...this is gonna be good.

What is this...some sort of journal ?

I open the book and on the first page...there was newspaper clipping of some girl who got hurt during some camping trip.

The next page had a photo of a very young girl who was smiling, on the next page there was a photo of this same girl crying, I could see some bruises on her body...looks like a whip of some sort was used.

I shift towards the next page which had a newspaper clipping about some car accident that killed a family leaving behind a daughter. On the next page, there was a photo of the said incident...it was a close up at that...as if the person who had taken it was there right when it happened. On the next page, there was another girl who was crying.

So...I think I know what this shit is...I mean it\'s obvious, seeing all the pain this shithead caused people only furthered my need to kill him...because I\'m a hero.

...

Hehe..I\'m joking...

I\'m gonna kill him because I want to and also...he\'s a bad guy.

It\'s only right that he receives punishment right ?....

I turn to the next page thinking this...but all my thoughts stop as I see what was in the next page...

It was the photo of a bloodied panther...a very familiar one.

I quickly turn the page and for the first time I see John in one of the photos....

I quickly close the book having seen enough.....

I look at John who had started crying...

\'This sick bastard...\'

"Where\'s the panther now ?...", I ask him wanting to be absolutely sure.

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As John finished speaking, I felt repulsed by him even more than before.

I hated him...but I was almost ninety-nine percent sure that he fathered the two baby panthers, one of which was playing around in my room right now...

Was this fate or just mere coincidence ?

.....

It doesn\'t matter either way since the outcome wouldn\'t change....no matter what.

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John looked up at Adam in fear.

Many questions were troubling his mind.

Before making a move on Adam, John had collected all sorts of information on him and he was pretty sure that Adam Creed was the weakest student in the hero course....

\'How\'s he so strong ?\', John thought, afraid.

Having lived a sheltered life, he wasn\'t used to this feeling of fear....he found it even hard to breathe under Adam\'s judgmental gaze.

Those judgmental eyes that looked at him as if he was a monster.....

Was what he did so terrible ?

" I didn\'t want to h-hurt anybody...I jus--just lo-ved them.", John managed to mutter out.

"Is that so ?", Adam said nonchalantly while dropping the book in his hand.

Adam bends down to face John,

" That\'s good then....but I\'m not like you John..."

"What ?", John asked confused.

Adam took John\'s chin by hand and brought his face closer to him...John could almost feel his breath on him.

" I\'m doing this...because I want to hurt you.", said Adam opening John\'s mouth forcefully, John tries fighting him but it was all useless in the end as Adam forced a small ball of black flame down his throat.

Adam lets go of John and backs away..

John starts panicking,

\'What was that ?\', he thought feeling perfectly fin-

It was then that it began.

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH", John screamed

An excruciating pain started spreading all over his body and he fell down to his knees and entered into a fit of coughing, after a good five minutes he starts spasming and blood flows out of all the orifices in his body.

Adam looked bored while waiting for John to die.

\' Well....that was pretty anti-climatic\', he thought walking out of the playroom.

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