Prologue: The Evil Rises...

The Original's POV:

"Hey, Amelia, would you like to go out with me?"

I asked, my palms clammy and sweat beading my brows. Amelia is the prettiest girl I know, and I have had a crush on her since the day I saw her. I have mustered up all my courage for this. She looked at me with a frown, her eyebrows scrunched and her mouth slightly opened in disgust.

"What, with you? Who in their right mind will go out with you? Sorry, but can you screw off before embarrassing me even more?"

She scoffed at me. I looked down, ashamed and visibly trembling. Her clique surrounded me and hurled verbal abuse.

"You vile thing, you think our goddess will go out with you?"

"Just fuck off and stop embarrassing yourself you retard!".

"What the fuck is wrong with your head? Just look at our goddess, and look at yourself! She's like an angel, and you, a beast."

"..."

Some boys heard them insult me and came closer, and started beating me up. I glanced at them, and realized that they were the supposed 'boyfriends' of the girls in the clique. It hurt. Every second, shocks of pain ran through my body. My name is Arkel Hartis, and I want to die. People call me Ark, and by people I mean my parents. I'm in high school, and right now I'm being bullied. As I lay on the cold floor trembling, I opened my eyes slightly and looked up. There stood the four people who made my life utter hell.

The three boys doing the punching and kicking were musclebrains, idiots who couldn't think for themselves, and they all followed the boy grinning behind them, the apparent leader of the gang, everywhere.

Once, I even saw them follow him into the toilet. They probably saw more than they were supposed to, judging by the panicked screams, "GET OUTTTT!!", that followed. Hah, good ol' times…

I smirked while being beaten up, which probably made up for a confusing sight, maybe misleading one to believe that I was masochistic. Those 3 idiots that saw me just got more enraged, and put more power into their punches and kicks, not caring that they might kill me and get involved in a murder case. Really, they were dumb.

God, I'm so weak…

'*Let me out… and I will make you strong.*'

A primal voice rang out in my head. It was so… ancient, and it inspired fear in whoever hears it. I was scared, so very scared.

'If I let you out, will you make them pay?'

I could hear a raspy breath.

'*Yes. They will ALL pay.*'

I steeled my nerves, and unleashed him, or whoever, or even whatever he was. It was ingrained deep within me, in my subconsciousness. I never knew who he was, I always just referred to him as 'The Beast'. He loves coming out into the world, but whenever he does, a lot of blood will follow. Therefore I try to keep him locked in whenever possible, but I let him out when my emotions control me, when I feel pure rage, when I want to inflict pain upon others. But I can always control him, to an extent.

The Beast's POV:

My eyes grew bloodshot. I growled, and let out a steamy breath.

"Ah yes, I am back. The fresh air smells wonderful, doesn't it? It's been a while."

My raspy voice rang out.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Just lay there and let us fuck you up even more, you son of a bitch!"

One of the four shouted.

"Oh, you guys are still here. Time to break some bones."

I said while grinning. When they looked into my eyes, they felt a primal urge to run. To run far, far away from me. But they still held their ground.

"Oh? Consider me impressed. I have half a mind to leave you alive, but Boss doesn't want that, does he?"

I said with a light tone. And without warning, I darted forward and held one of them in a chokehold. I squeezed a little bit, and there goes his life. His neck got crushed immediately. I tore off his arm, and stabbed it another guy's neck. There goes another one. The other two were frozen in fear, and both were easy kills. You know what, this time I won't go back in. I like the outside world. Inside him is so boring.

'~Yes, the inside sucks. When will I get a chance?~'

'*Soon, my friend. Soon. You are a smart one, aren't you. For now, you shall act as my advisor. It hurts to think now that I need to use all my energy to suppress the original personality.*'

That's my other personality. The one I invented to keep my company whenever I was lonely. That is, all the time. My parents argue all the time, neglecting me. I call it 'Littlefinger'. It was supposed to keep me from feeling alone, but it has become very smart and manipulative. It does whatever it can to achieve its goals. I don't really like it, but it's all I got sometimes.

'Hey guys, let me out! Aren't you done Beast? It's time to come back!'

The Beast scoffed.

'*You think we'll let you out? After what you have done to us? You created us, for yourself. And you never bothered to let us out. We deserve respect! And we'll get it. I'll give you mercy and let you rot in there.*'

I was horrified. What have I done? Oh god…

'*Littlefinger. Do you know of a way to leave this pathetic planet they call Earth?*'

'~I'm working on it, chief! Just give me a couple of days, we'll be out of here and in a major universe, living the good life.~'

'*I am not here to live the good life. I am here, to rule. I want power. POWER. I Will RULE THIS MULTIVERSE!*'