MystiX
08-04-2009, 12:44 AM
People are frightened by things and people they don't understand. If you were to meet somebody like Shaun from Psych or Monk, who could tell you a lot about yourself from just the little they see. Such people would scare the average person in reality. But they don't really exist they're just fiction... or are they? What if I told that they really exist? Not monk or shaun, but people like that. Believe it or not that they do.
They're incredibly smart and more dangerous than most. They prey on people less smart than they. They do it because they're bored, things are to easy for them. You ask me how I know these things I say are true. I speak of them because I am one of them.
I used to prey on the fools and the dumb, the weak and the meek. I could get inside there heads and tell them whatever i wished, there darkest fears or the brightest hopes. I used to enjoy this power over others, but the day I was called by the Lord this gift became something more. I no longer wanted to have my way with people, I was sorry for those that I had used and hurt through this hidious gift. I decide that i'd start trying to help those that needed a supporting soul, those that were to meek or scared to look at their depths within. I'd try to defend them and hunt the preditors that hunted among them, those like I was, you prey upon the defenseless sheeple.
And so I have, even though the ones I help hate and fear me for being in their heads, and those I hunt, the ones that hunt the weak for their own pleasure, fear and hate me as well. It's a lonely life when none trust you. All fear you. And must hate you.
They're incredibly smart and more dangerous than most. They prey on people less smart than they. They do it because they're bored, things are to easy for them. You ask me how I know these things I say are true. I speak of them because I am one of them.
I used to prey on the fools and the dumb, the weak and the meek. I could get inside there heads and tell them whatever i wished, there darkest fears or the brightest hopes. I used to enjoy this power over others, but the day I was called by the Lord this gift became something more. I no longer wanted to have my way with people, I was sorry for those that I had used and hurt through this hidious gift. I decide that i'd start trying to help those that needed a supporting soul, those that were to meek or scared to look at their depths within. I'd try to defend them and hunt the preditors that hunted among them, those like I was, you prey upon the defenseless sheeple.
And so I have, even though the ones I help hate and fear me for being in their heads, and those I hunt, the ones that hunt the weak for their own pleasure, fear and hate me as well. It's a lonely life when none trust you. All fear you. And must hate you.