[ WP ] You 're a serial killer . You encounter a victim . As you attack , they scream `` Wait ! I 'm you ! '' You kill them . Suddenly , you 're in a white room . A man tells you that you must live your victim 's entire life . You wake up , crying . You have just been born . The man and his words are still in your head .

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 The boy in the blue scarf quickly darted left into the corner store, knowing full well his mother would n't approve of his little after school detour. He scanned quickly through the store aisles appearing as if he was searching for a familiar face. When all seemed clear, he made straight for the confectionery aisle. 
 
 Outside the store stood Barry. 
 
 ***Cautious boy*** Barry thought. Of course he was n't any older then him. At least not biologically. ***Could he be the one? Oh please, Oh please, be the one!! *** He pleaded 
 
 Standing out behind the glass walls, his hands started to grow dull from the bite of the cold. He ran his fingers along the crisp gold blade as he shifted his hands into his under-sized pockets. Trickles blood started to pool around the tips of his fingers responding with a cool shock around his skin. The sensation of raw pain sent Barry into a frenzied ecstasy. It took all he had from convulsing over the asphalt. 
 
 ***Focus*** he shouted to himself. In anticipation of this day, the phrase had taken on a meaning a kin to a violent mantra. For Barry, the waiting was the hardest part. 
 
 As if on cue, the boy made his way to the cashier holding an opened container of strawberry frosting, with parts of the cream glaceing the periphery of both his mouth and stubby fingers. 
 
 ***Oh, it's definitely him!! *** Barry hummed to himself. Over joyed with the revelation he lost control of his composure and broke out into a full glasglow smile. 
 
 Following the rehearsal in his head Barry made his way out to the lamppost. As the boy started his trek home from the corner store, Barry proposed a game to himself. 
 
 ***He's going left*** As if on command the boy turned. However it was n't left but instead a sharp right cutting across the street into the alley way between what could only be described as rustic buildings. ***Well, I guess that was always the difference*** Barry shrugged. 
 
 Barry ran hastily to the boy with the sudden realization that this accelerated his plan. This was it. A golden opportunity that helped ease the last 14 years of hell he called his life. 
 
 Memories of the grueling 14 years flashed with every frantic step. His memories were drenched with outbursts of rage, instances of brutality and hysteria that could only be described as manic. His hot blood boiled as he made his way to the one with cold blood. 
 
 He reached out and grabbed the boy by the neck pushing him against the loose brick wall. To say the boy's reaction was underwhelming, was an understatement. The boy, almost methodically, scanned his aggressor. He tried to breath out under the extreme pressure of his attacker's stubby fingers. This of course only served to raise both the anger and pressure of his attacker. 
 
 `` Seriously ca n't you at least pretend like you care for once, basterd ” Barry spat at the boy. 
 
 Despite his calm demeanor, the boy had no clue as to what was going on. Making one more round with his eyes, it suddenly clicked. 
 
 “ Wait… Stop… Don ’ t…. You… Know. You ’ re…Me.!?... ” The boy mouthed as his eyes widened, moderately. 
 
 “ I know!! ” Barry squealed. He wouldn ’ t let the boy ’ s underwhelming reaction take the moment from him as he pressed harder and harder, feeling complete joy at moderating the amount air he could take in. He knew the agreement was for him to use the knife, but he didn ’ t care. To him, the knife was sacred. Only used for a special purpose. 
 
 With minimal difference from when the boy was alive, he transitioned to death. Eyes growing dark, his hands dropped to the side. With it came crashing the container of frosting bouncing across the streets. Echoing a soft melody with each bounce until it landed in front of a growing crowd. The silence of the crowd was accompanied by the roaring laughter of Barry. 
 
 To further confuse the new patrons of this grueling show, a black mist appeared, swirling frantically until it covered the boys. As if it were an order from a hypnotist, a sharp bang of white light put the crowd to sleep. 
 
 
 

