You are an 8yr old, a boy, you were attacked by a group(5) of r@pists while you were walking back from your uncle’s with you mother, your mother had just seen a friend and wanted to talk to her, then you were grabbed, pulled into a van. After they’d had their fun with you they decided to kill you, so you wouldn’t tell. Your eyes were battered out by metal poles, your mouth was slit to ear to ear and you were stabbed repeatedly in the chest and stomach, all while you were still alive. Your chest was cut open and your ribs were pulled up, going out of your body, you then died. You died with your ribcage ripped open, then they pulled your heart out, just to be sure. You were found by your mother since the Men put your body in your mother’s house so when she checked to see if you’d gone home she’d be the first to see. Your father, who was sleeping had heard her scream and came down, discovering you. You’re poor father couldn’t handle it, committed suicide while your mother and your 2 brothers fell into a deep depression, you’re mother(Riley) became a police officer, handling children’s cases while your two brothers(Ezra and John) lived together as roommates, grieving and depressed, they worked as engineers though. Years have gone by and every single Christmas multiple murders happen, the first Christmas after your death the people who’d killed you had died in prison because of you, you’d stayed in your mutilated body after you’d died, a walking corpse. But now since your killers are dead you kill anyone whose a man and who is bad, just like the guys who killed you or just any man who’d anger you. You had rules though, you wouldn’t kill anyone below the age of 20 unless they were like the bad men, and you wouldn’t kill women unless they were like the bad men. Now it’s Christmas Day once more, you hide in the shadows, stalking your next victim, someone who talks on the radio, they’d made fun of how you died just for the views, his name was Rick. You stalked from the shadows, your little song faintly sang in the air.