Destruction.

That’s all I had known for the entirety of my life. It’s not like my life was bad or uncommon. On the contrary, it was far from rare the people that lived the way I did.

All I knew was my mom, who had me in a small settlement made in an old store. I was born in a wooden shed, helped to come to this world by old women whose job was now to help babies like me come to the world. I don’t know if that is a blessing.

You see, I grew up like the other kids in the settlement. Free to play and go around (as long as we didn’t stray too far). However, once in a while, my mother would teach me strange things. Teachings I saw no other mother teach their child. I was taught about all things science, and something else that is more difficult to forget. Resentment.

It is my duty, to take revenge for my father and re-establish what he helped build.

But who am I kidding? That’s gone now, and there’s this hole in my heart.

I hate them. I hate them for what they did to mother, to father, and their hard, hard work.

They believe they are the good guys. But they are not.

They are just monsters.