chapter 1 : Good people don't exist in this world

Good people don't exist in this world . It's just a fact . This world is only comprised of manipulative and scheming bastards . And the only way to prevent yourself from falling down next to the scum of the earth is to be the bigger one. At least that's what his father told him .

Why Judas ever entertained the words of a drunk abusive bastard he'll never know . who calls their son Judas without expecting him to be twisted? Naming your son after an infamous historic traitor is just asking for trouble .

His father was an abhorrent human being and sadly his bad habits transferred to him. Judas didn't have the pleasure of knowing what a good father was. All he ever knew was a short tempered manipulative man , who would beat on him and his mom when he was frustrated. Whenever he bet his meagre earnings and loss all of his money because his team lost . Or when Judas's mom didn't cook his food according to his specifications

They would suffer for the most obscene of things . He ruled their household like an tyrant with an iron fist . Until his mom couldn't take it anymore and snapped . He could still remember the details vividly. He was nine years old coming back home from elementary school , he had just got back from a field trip. He had snuck through the back entrance so his presence would be undetected.

His father didn't give him permission to go on the trip. Due to his paranoia that one of his chaperones would interrogate him about the baggy clothing he wore . Which would lead them to discovering the bruises on his back and shoulder. Which was the reason why he was exempt from P.E. . His father made up some bull about him having a medical condition, which the school bought with no hesitation.

Since he couldn't gain his fathers approval he went behind his back and asked his mom . Even though she knew it was a bad idea , he begged her until she aquiesced to his plea. He quietely headed towards his room but luck wasn't on his side. His father was waiting for him inside his room , with the face of a vengeful god .

His father was practically naked , the only article of clothing he wore were boxers . And he had a bottle of vodka in his hands .

" Who do you think you are ? , sneaking into my house like a thief you little piece of shit !!! " His father bellowed .

Before Judas could utter a word his father was upon him like a predator stalking its prey. He was hit upside the head with the bottle of vodka . Which caused him to go tumbling down on the floor. Pieces of glass were embedded in his skull . He was bleeding profusely from the top of his head , his vision was clouded with blood .

" Did you think i wouldn't notice ? , are you trying to conspire against me ?!!! " His father blustered . " Didn't i tell you not to go to that field trip ? , now look at what you made me do . "

His sense of hearing was failing him as he squirmed on the floor like a worm . To add insult to injury his father was kicking him in his ribs repeatedly . Making it hard for him to breathe . His life flashed before his eyes in an instant . His father was shouting expletives as he passed out from shock. He could feel his heartbeat receding . And he felt cold.

His breaths were becoming uneven . His body felt like it was made of electricity. He felt something exploding from his body , like it was trying to escape . Next thing he knew he was in a corn field . The tall blades of grass brushed against his skin . He passed by a scarecrow dressed in a suit and tie and nailed to a cross. As he transversed through the cornfield he spotted numerous scarecrows dressed in various forms of clothing situated in the same manner as the first one he encountered .

There seem to be no end to the cornfield . It was like a maze . The corn stalks were different from normal ones . It resembled a crayon box. Each corn stalk and corn had a different color to it . He spotted one that had a rainbow pattern to it. One was fully white . And one was dull and gray .

He had the distinct feeling that he was being watched as he observed the corn stalk. He stopped his observation and continued to navigate the field. His hair stood tall on his head as he could feel something following him . Heavy foot steps resonated through the field . He began to run in fright . His pursuer hot on his heels . He kept running even as he could feel himself running out of breath. No matter how far of a distance he ran his pursuer remained vigilant . Just as he could feel his pursuer's breath on the back of his neck . He woke up in the hospital.

He wore a hospital gown , and he was attatched to a life support that came to life . He had something covering his eyes . He could hear various footsteps rushing toward his room .

" This can't be possible the patient wasn't breathing , and he had no pulse . " someone muttered. " By all intents and purposes he shouldn't be alive . "

Somebody removed the bandages from his eyes and let out a gasp of shock .

" What happened to his eyes ! " Someone exclaimed .

Someone handed him a hand held mirror . His eyes were reflected in the mirror . His honey like brown eyes were now a dark orange . And they looked glassy . There were litte cracks in his eyes . And his pupils were red .

They ran a couple of tests on him and tested his eye sight . He stayed in the hospital for a couple of days before they discharged him . When his mom gazed upon his eyes for the first time she shrieked. His mom loved his honey brown eyes . Now they were blatantly abnormal. The cracks in his eyes scared her .

She spent the whole time doting on him . When he asked what happened to his father she went silent .

" Don't worry about the bad man , mommy got rid of him . " His mom said .

When they reached home she ushered him in to the house and announced that she was going to fix lasagna . She had him go get the ceramic tray that was in the dish washer . While looking for the dish washer he spotted a knife on the bottom rack. The knife was bathed in blood .