~ Prologue ~
"I don't care what you want. The only thing that matters here is what I want," the voice told him. "You will obey me, just like your body, which I could have controlled long ago. And you know what? I think that's exactly what I'm going to do."
The boy tried not to listen to the voice in his head. "Shut up. My body, my rules. I don't want to hurt anyone because of you, you asshole," he replied, staring at the knife on the floor in front of him. He sat cross-legged, leaning forward as he looked at the sharp blade of the weapon. "I don't want any of this, Kondy. Please. Stop," he begged the voice that was still haunting his mind.
"I don't give a damn what you want. Pick up that damn thing, or I'll do it for you. I'm a part of you. I always have been. You used to love me because I kept you company when no one else cared about you. Remember the good times. I loved how I made sure you dunked Scotty headfirst in the toilet and beat him bloody," the voice, Kondy, reminded him.
The boy clenched his hands into fists. "I didn't find that very funny." He stood up and kicked the blade away from him. "Not funny at all. That poor boy had already been through enough shit! And you wankers made his life even worse!" he now shouted at the top of his voice.
"Well, if he can't defend himself, it's his own fault. And you're pretty ungrateful, you know that? I'm the only one you'll ever have. Everyone else will eventually lose interest in your boring self. All right," said Kondy as he took control of the boy's body, whose eyes now turned blood red, "Then I guess I'll have to do it. We'll never put this knife down again. It belongs to us. You and me. And I'll make sure you kill. Kill until the last bit of life has flown out of your victims. But first we have to cover our faces with something... Then we'll start with HER."
