cHAPTER tHREE: Somatic Metal

"The nature of gifts, depends on whether the user is good or evil."

I watched the baby slash the bitch's face, she deserved it alright. Unfortunately, like her, I experienced the cruelty of a sadistic self, trap inside the body of a midget that looks so innocent. She impaled me to the wall using her protuding fingers that extended out of her flesh into metal stakes. I survived and healed, but the feeling that went through my body when she pierced me, the surge of a power attempting to break my insides. Only when the old crone of our house, came, was the child silenced to sleep and I was spared. I was never close to death, until this child showed me what its like to be closer to the end.

"I cant wait to get my hands on you, and squish your skull into shards."