He was a boy who hated society and inspired his heart in incidents and crimes.
I grabbed the net every day and looked forward to fishing for criminal records around the world and watching the news. The news is an entertainment show that entertains people's misfortunes. I turn on the TV in anticipation of what happened today, how many people died and how much grief rolled up.
Some of the boys are criminals who can be called heroes in particular. The boy respects and even worships them. For three years, I kept killing him by cutting him to pieces for all the girls, the octopus demon. Accompanying Daikichi, a "Megalodon of Thin Happiness" executive who ran a murder relay by TV Jack. The worst serial mass murderer in Japanese history, Lu Taniguchi. Dance Bacteria, a terrorist organization. Junso Sumida, who staged a mass murder in elementary school.
Those who crossed the line and fought against society. Without omitting their own ruin, the boy thinks that those who have freshly put their blades on the world deserve praise no matter what they think.
Underlying the boy, who enjoys tragic news and sees serial killers as heroes, was anger and hatred for man himself and, above all, his indignation and desire to destroy society.
On the other hand, I was able to have a sense of union like hope and security in that there were many people just like me.
I want to be part of it myself. The boy always thought he wanted to be the same. But I can't get through it. To get through it, I'm ready enough to throw away everything I have right now. And I'm also prepared to close most of the future. I have to be ready to die tomorrow and blow it off.
I didn't have the courage to step out. That is why, extra, I admire and respect those who have stepped out. They are definitely heroes. These are the brave men who launch red, bright fireworks into this ugly, crappy world.
One day the boy got inspired to get ready and stomped off, too. The old woman who lived outside told me that instead of listening to herself, she lived outside of the house where she could make a wish.
The boy jumped at this as the old woman tried to show off her supernatural powers in front of herself.
The boy first hoped that he would be able to convert the power of his mind into physical force. The power gained.
He also hoped to deprive others of their negative beliefs, as that was not enough for the next time. I got this too.
He also gained the power to hallucinate others. This is the power I need to survive, and it also helps to wield malice against the world.
A boy with enough power, but a desire that is here arises. I wanted others to taste the joy of burning themselves into hatred, the beauty of living by cursing the world. And I gained the power to transfer the negative minds accumulated in me to others.
Furthermore, the old woman gave herself several new powers. Just like myself, they transcribed to themselves the abilities they had evolved from those who lived in parasitic plants that encouraged evolution.
The boy decided to follow the old lady for a while, but at this time, a plan had already been made in the boy. Be just like the glorious counter-attacks who strike a rotten society. But just like the esteemed serial killers, they don't just pay off or gradually kill people. The boy had a different purpose.
The boy always speaks enthusiastically to the great forefathers he venerates and worships in his heart.
You did your best in the middle of the road. [M] I am a compatriot who will inherit your will. I will live longer than you and play more with you destroying this world. Create a tragedy and play. Tear apart the souls of the people who fit into the boundaries of society and look happy and play. It's what I want, and it's the only thing I give you - to the great heroes.
Come on, let's go play. I went out with him as a minimal thank you for your help. Her crap turned down. The other dog has to be left behind. Incompatible with him.
I am not alone. It inherits the hearts of the heroic serial killers. Let's go with their hearts. The playground is everything in the world. Playing tools are everything in the world. The person you play with is also everything in the world. Let's play fully.
The girl was the eldest daughter of the house and two years of high school, but her youngest, a sister, had just turned three years old, and she had a brother or sister in her mother's tummy.
"Mother, my father's clawed so deeply, he said to give me a bang-sook."
"What? You can come get it yourself."
"I'm telling you to move your mother because it's going to be her exercise. He said he had to exercise moderately."
"Tell him how stupid you are."
"I don't like it. I'm gonna go tell him. It stinks."
After such interaction with her mother in the living room, the girl plays with her three-year-old sister.
"You don't play forever, study. If you take your eyes off me for a second, skip it."
"Also ~, study loudness. I'm blessed to have a face, and I don't need to go to school to study because I'll marry someone who can."
"What are you talking about, this kid..."
The mother exhales and has no choice but to remove the band-aid from the medicine box.
The boy had flattened his body and stuck it against the wall of the apartment, observing it from outside the window.
There is no negative notion of sucking up in this House. On the contrary, it is full of warmth. It was definitely a happy family. Furniture deals with good stuff, and the living room is quite large. It's definitely a house with a good standard of living.
What sin, the boy chuckles. Happy families - it is a sin of unconsciousness. It is a great sin. Even though some people in the world wander around at the bottom of an unhappy dong, the attachment itself to an unhappy person, such as living a happy life. Happiness in the first place is an unquestionable felony simply because it is built on the misfortune of others.
And happiness is also unhappiness. Because the girl in front of you, you never know. He falls to the bottom of Naruto, looks up and peeks into the world of light, invites cynicism, resentment, anger, and doesn't know what it's like to curse him to break it. You don't know how comfortable it is to scorch your soul at hate. This is unhappy.
Let's make her happy. Let's give him the hand of love. The boy thinks so, slips through the wall and goes out into the room.
This sliding ability is also transcribed, but not as good as the original one, a degraded copy. It's biologically unlimited, and you can't slip through what's moving.
"So... bu!?
All of a sudden a naked boy with black skin appeared indoors, a girl who tried to scream suddenly, but the boy injected plenty of negative thoughts into the girl after holding her mouth down and silencing her.
As I look at it, the girl's eyes and face change.
When I saw it, the boy laughed, but its too black face, I don't even know if I laughed if I had to open my mouth.
"Uck, good, no, no, no, no, no!
The girl raised her odd voice, pulling through the cord and lifting the microwave high with both hands.
In the power of the girl, it is not something she could have done very well, such as lifting the microwave vigorously overhead. But now the girl, her potential was out of control and her power was growing.
"Hey, honey?
Her sister shuddered as she shuddered, looked up at her sister, who had put up a microwave, and called out. He instinctively feared his leopard-changing sister, but he didn't forget his affection either. Therefore, I spoke up.
"Even this is kura eh!
When a girl screams in the shape of a demon, she relentlessly waves down the microwave to the head of her three-year-old sister, who looks up at herself flashly.
For some reason, my sister, who was supposed to be cute, became very annoying and intensely murderous. And the girl obeyed her heart honestly.
Strike the microwave on my sister's head over and over again. Cramps, blood and brains scattered across the floor, brain popping out of the cracked skull.
"Khaaaaaa!
That's where my mother came in and screamed.
"Hey... what are you doing..."
"Why, no, no, no?"
The girl was so mad that her head could boil over her confused and oral mother's dialogue.
"What did you just say? Ahhh!? What are you doing? 'Cause eh!? Absolutely forgive me. Ahhh!
Girl exerts unlikely power and throws microwave at mother. The microwave hit the mother directly in the face and the mother fell.
The girl, who picked up the microwave and hoisted it up, slaps the range in the belly of her weighty mother.
"Death penalty! Yes, death penalty! Shh, shh, shh! Here, here, here, here, here! Death penalty!"
Every time I wave down the microwave, the girl mumbles with a nori.
Eventually my mother also ejected a large amount of blood from her mouth and groin and cramped.
"hehe...... haha, today i learned...... beating people to death in the microwave, people die! Die! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Somehow I feel so much fun, the girl hoists the microwave over her head and whirls and calls as she spins on the spot.
"What the fuss...... whoa!?
There came a father, (abbreviated) blood. The girl laughed at the father, who had fallen asleep, long as she seemed comfortable. I left my beloved family to my senseless anger to kill them all. I feel really good.
The boy was planarized and out of the shadows, watching the condition still.
It was fun. Something shapely broke. The family that existed until then, that certainly must have taken shape. The family that existed there, even if it was unconscious day in and day out, should certainly have been a happy being. When happiness collapses, the boy dreams that he could have known it was happiness.
Fun. I enjoy thinking a lot about the breakers. I enjoy what happened in front of me right now. I enjoy the schematics where one thing breaks without a shrug.
But this is not enough. I can make it more enjoyable.
"Huh...? Huh!?
A boy sucks evil and madness out of a girl. A girl returning to sanity looks over her own hands full of blood and a living room full of blood, stunned.
"You're lying... Yu, it's a dream... this..."
But the girl does have memories. A definite memory of myself, stained with anger and willingness to kill, putting my family in my hands at my will.
The boy knows that, too. This girl's happy routine broke. broken. With that consciousness, how distorted a life this girl is going to live from now on. I feel really clear considering that.
"Ohhhhhh!
I see a girl screaming and crying, and the boy is only sorry for one thing. What you look like, what you can't see from where you are right now. I wanted to see the sadly distorted girl's face, but that gave up. I will refrain because she is savoring the thought of her heart being torn apart by sadness because of it, but it can interfere with it.
On the other hand, I was congratulating the girl off the rails for not putting it in her mouth. This is the beginning of your new life. [M] Now you will live your life with a darkness in your heart. [M]
What a wonderful thing. You can live an unusual life. It turned out to be a tragic heroine. Excellent. Really great. Congratulations from the heart. Cry louder and enjoy the tragedy. Enjoy a situation called yourself covered in blood. Without being noticed, the boy smiles with a black face as he is right behind the girl and continues to bless him.
This girl can also be described as a new companion. It is a beloved compatriot, Ragawa, who has fallen to the wretched Nara. All those who know misfortune, who know sorrow, and who know despair, are companions. Those who do not know it are enemies to hate. The boy reached out to his hateful enemies and made them companions who knew the same feeling. This is an unquestionable good deed.
Leaving the crying girl behind, the boy gently slipped through the wall and went outside the house, just as he did when he came in.
Walk upright through the apartment walls toward the roof and look up at the night sky.
In that black spread, I also want my black body to melt and mix to become one. And I want to pour it into the world.
With that feeling, the boy took his feet off the wall and enjoyed the feeling of falling as he looked up at the night sky.