Chapter 1

When I look back at all that has happened to me, I wonder if my fate had been sealed before I was even born. I sincerely wish that it hadn't all come down to me; my final action on this formerly blue-green marble I once called home. I now have no home, and I'll never have one again. Not after all of the chaos I've left in my wake. Not after all of the carnage that has heralded my arrival. Not after all of the innocent lives that were taken by my hand.

Yet it's so ironic that all possible futures where life exists, they depend on my next decision. A decision that goes against every fiber of my being, but my tattered conscience appeals to me that it is the only course of action to follow. How does one come across such a grave responsibility you ask? It's all because I became It. I became a murdering beast who wielded a blade that unerringly rained death upon the masses.

You know, I'm sure that I asked all of the questions one normally does when they go through a metamorphosis as I did. Everything that I thought made me, me, was gone in moments. But when I look back at that time just before the change, it seems just like some extravagant drama that I'm watching in my mind. It's the one thing that tortures me the most; I know that if I had only done a couple of things differently, none of this would have come to pass. Even though, logically, I can rationalize that I was manipulated by unseen forces, I still that believe that the nightmares I have even when I'm not asleep are my punishment for succumbing to the evils that were around me. Not that I even sleep much anymore. Let me tell you how I ended up stuck between this rock and this hard place I'm jammed in. I guess it all started in motion the day I...

"Hey! Watch it asshole! You ain't no queen of England!" I yelled at the jerk-off who ran straight through the miniature lake in front of me while I was waiting for my bus. "I hate this fuckin' city. It- What is that smell?!? I can always smell it wherever I go! It smells like... ass!!! I fuckin' hate this fuckin' city!!"

To further drench me, the sky opened up and rained the rain that the meteorologist told us wasn't likely to happen. Of course I had believed the incompetent boob and not bothered to bring an umbrella with me.

"Well, my day just got worse, and I haven't even gotten to experience the wonders of my dead-end job!" I muttered sarcastically.

The bus finally pulled up and lo and behold it was already full. Meaning I was destined to stand and be jostled by uncaring pricks who just happened to be bigger than I was if I decided to make something of their rudeness, sigh. Such is my life. I'm starting to think that I'm life's lawn. I'm only here to get stepped on shit on (or shat upon, if you want), and when I'm old I get cut. End of story.

"I can never get a fuckin' break..."

And then I was hit by one of my level twelve migraines. You see, I've had migraines since I was ten, right after Bonnie Jacobsen refused to go to the 4^th grade sock hop with me because she thought I was a freak. They're mostly caused by stress, but I just it's another for life to fuck me in the ass. I call it a level twelve because my doctor always tells me to try and rate the pain on a level one through ten, but just about most of the time my pain is so debilitating, so excruciating, that I can almost pass out and escape from all the shit in my life and dream. But level twelve is right under the point of pain where I would pass out. I usually just fall on the ground, grab my head, twitch, and drool for a half an hour. I recorded one for my doctor on tape so he could see how severe they were. Fun, huh? Luckily there was someone on the bus who wasn't a complete shit head because they rolled me onto my side to avoid letting me drown on my own slobber, and they apparently got someone to call the EMTs. I passed out soon after that as the pain became worse with the din that erupted on the bus once I had fallen. I found myself waking up in the hospital 12 hours later to the ugly mug of my boss.

"What luck yous gotsta have! We wuz gunna giv yous dat promoshen yous wuz want'n. Yous go an' have a seeshure on da bus takin' you to work. But at leesh yous gots sum good news fo' whin yous get back."

"Wonderful, Boss. Just wonderful," I croaked out.

"Datsh da spirit!"

'Why couldn't I have a hot nurse wake me up, ' I pondered, 'Shit, I'll go for an ok looking over-aged candy striper right now, but anything is better than this buffoon.'

Just kill him, love.

'... WTF?' I thought, 'Where the hell did that come from?'

Now I might've not liked Boss (no one ever found out what his name was, so we decided that Boss would be his name), but I couldn't imagine killing him. But that voice was alluring and disturbing at the same time. It was also, feminine. That threw me for another loop. I was brought back to reality by a hearty clap on the shoulder by Boss and the sight of his retreating back. A nurse had just entered my room to bring me whatever they were trying to pass off as dinner, and I asked her if she had heard what Boss had said.

"Oh, well, he was just telling you to rest up and maybe take a few days off because you have a few personal days saved up."

"Thank you, uh..."

"Reigne."

"Yes! Uh, thank you, Nurse Reigne, for the refresher. And the dinner."

"No problem, stud, but you won't be thanking me after you've eaten it."

She had a tinkling musical laugh that filled my room as she left. Her hips sashayed as she strutted, no— she slinked like a cat as she moved away from my room. Her walk was one of a refined seductress, and it made the globes of her ass undulate in a mouth-watering fashion.

"Well, there goes another naughty nurse fantasy unfulfilled," I remarked, "Damn!"

If I hadn't closed my eyes during my lamenting, I would've noticed that Nurse Reigne had stopped and threw me one last smirk over her (in my opinion) sexy shoulder.

"He's ripening, Mast- I mean Mistress."

"That's the third slip this year, Jousanphi. You will be punished. You already know how comfortable I am in this form rather than the one I met you in."

"But I will not slip again Master! Oops!"

"Oops is right. Now report to the torture room with... hmm, Nanghi in it."

"Puh-please Mistress, not Nanghi! Please any room other than hers!"

"Are you questioning my command?"

"Of course n-"

"Then LEAVE!!!!!"

As Jousanphi scurried off to his punishment, the dark figure stared out the window and sipped out of a glass whose contents were a swirling mass of colors.

"He's almost ready; I can nearly taste the carnage!" she cackled, "But I'll have to play this carefully, dammit, I'll probably have to pretend to fall in love with him, but that's always dangerous. But I do need influence over him, and They are already trying to move in on him. But it should all be worth it when the change overcomes him. 'And when HE rides, carnage is HIS helmet, chaos HIS steed, and HIS sword will be Armageddon itself... '"

"AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"

"Play nicely!" The Mistress called back towards the origin of the blood-curdling scream.

"Who doesn't love the lullaby of anguished screams to put them to sleep? I tell you, planning anarchy is almost as good as sex. Mwahahahahahaha!!"

My 3-day stay at the luxurious *cough*bullshit*cough* Three Lakes Hospital was just another exercise in tedium other than the visits from my extremly alluring nurse. Reigne, my naughty nurse fantasy in the flesh (and what gorgeous flesh it was!), after a steady amount of flirting and salacious banter, gave me her phone number. She later told me that my 'naughty nurse' lament wasn't nearly as quiet as I had intended it to be, but I was lucky that she had a few unfulfilled fantasies of her own. That made this the best month I've had in a while. I am definitely calling her ASAP. Her ass is like Campbell's soup, Mmm mmm good!

I returned back to work after a day of downloading porn and flirting with Reigne over the phone, and my first day as the assistant manager of the local deli chain was... dull. No, insipid. Maybe mind-numbingly unexciting. Let me just say that I would probably find watching glaciers melt more appealing. But it pays the bills better than the position I was at before my promotion. Plastering that sickly-sweet faux smile I've been damned to wear everyday for the next 10 years or so until Boss dies of that heart attack he's headed for is gonna make me wanna go postal! Gaahh!! But unfortunately, those plans for my future were visciously derailed by a sensual, voluptuous, body that crashed into my dreams a week after my blackout on the bus.

'Wha... ' I thought, 'Where the hell am I... ?

My dream, which was a rare lucid one of a certain nurse and myself engaged in a primordial dance of a licentious nature that man has known since the dawn of time, was abruptly replaced by a dark castle that would look common in a role playing game. I even thought that I heard anguished screams in the background, and boy did that freak me out.

"Who's here?!? What happened to my dream?!? Where am I?!? Why am I not in my bed?!?"

I brought you here.

"Shit!" I exclaimed. I tried to spin around quickly to confront the voice, but I lost my balance and fell right onto my ass. "Ow! Who the hell are you? Where the fuck are we?!? And who the hell are you? And where th-"

I finally got a look at the offender, but I was struck dumb by how amazingly hot she was. I stuttered off into unintelligible mumbles. She had curves! Her figure put all previously conceived figures to shame. Her hair was as dark as the darkest of night skies, which contrasted with her pale skin and silver eyes. Her sumptuous breasts defied, no laughed at all laws of gravity. Her flat, sensuous stomach tapered to a narrow waistline that preceded an ass that was Reigne's equal in perfection. The crisscrossing of strings that she considered an outfit left no room for a hair below her neck. I'm sure I drooled. While I was trying to fix my brain, the ephemeral beauty stepped closer to me and spoke in her hauntingly seductive lilt.

Who am I? You may call me... Morana.

"And..."

We are in your mind, love. The landscape of your imagination. I am merely using it to communicate with you.

I was getting sooo freaked out by this. I went hysterical. I'm not proud of it, but I was never one to sweep things under the rug.

"Wha... Who... I, uh, whogribblesibdibwubba ree..."

Morana apparently had something important to say to me, and she calmed me down so I would be able to comprehend what she wanted to say to me.

You might as well get used to me and to being here with me, love. I came to deliver a warning, and I will return in the future to monitor how your situation has... progressed. I-

"What?!" I interjected, "A warning of what? What's coming after me?! What situation?!?! Tell me, dammit!"

Oooh, I like it when a man is so demanding of me, love, Morana purred.

"Huh?"

I was seriously off balance after that statement, and the way she was caressing herself seriously damaged my higher brain functions.