All my life I've known I wasn't the same as everyone else. While the other children were running abour, playing in the trees, I watched as my third-grade teacher stood ssilent near the swing set. Had I not witnessed her gruesome death the night before, it might have been okay. However, her pale, bloody corpse distorted in the noon-day sun, a mangled muffler twisted around her thin neck as her shallow, blank stare pierced my innocence. She wasn't the first dead person I'd seen. Truth be told, I watch people die on a nightly basis. I shut my eyes and immediately I'm transported to a front row seat viewing the life draining from their earthly bodies. But I was never alone in these nightmares. The monster was always there, lurking in the shadows with his billow, black cloak, waiting to strike. Murdering them.. Killing them without conscience or guilt. He was big, tall in stature and confident in ways that were unimaginable for a human. I feared him; always waiting for the moment he grew bored of my intrusion on his endeavors and made me his next victim. His name is King. Fitting since he ruled over my nightmares. Him and his two companions stumbled into my small Michigan town with nothing more than the clothes on their back and a mission. To show me I'm more important than anyone's ever let on. To convince me that I control King and, in turn, who lives and who dies. A catalyst in the universe, itself. An immortal fate weaving justice throughout history. But someone--or rather something--is tracking me; hunting me like a pig for slaughter. All because I hold the key to total destruction.
