Domination (prologue and Part One)

Prologue 

What is it inside us human beings that makes us hate? What is it inside us that makes us destroy? crush? kill? beat? hurt? defeat? What is the malicious drive in the back of our heads that makes us want to hit and stomp others until the thing or person under us is trampled into the dust? What is the evil inside is? What makes the evil inside us? Are we born with it? Do we develop it? What makes the ripe fruit rot and the day turn to night? Come with us as we delve into the life and mind of the ruler of the world. This is power. This is control. This is victory. This is Domination.

Part One

Claudius sat on the damp steps of the school. Dourley he looked upon the lively playground. Even though a drape of gray was laid over the sky, the children seemed so happy and joyous. They laughed and chased each other around the jungle gym and swing sets. Playing small games of tag and football. They were as blissful as if the sun spilled over the world. How he resented them. He hated them with every fiber of his body. The smiles upon their faces, the laughs of mirth, how he wished he could rip the faces off of their skulls.

He was overtaken with envy and hate, a deadly combination. They were so happy. Everything was perfect in their world. Their world was a flower-covered oasis and his was a pit of despair. They had parents, they had friends, they had blessed lives. He was an orphan, taken care of by foster-parents, he had no friends at all, and his life was forsaken. He was cursed to an eternity of pain, sorrow, ridicule, and anger.

It started when he was born. He was like any other child, happy, with nice parents. A mother who stayed home and cooked and cleaned, a father who taught him baseball and football and values in life. But one day he got a notice while in school that his parents had died. That led to him being put in an orphanage until he was adopted by the family he currently lived with. His foster-father was an abusive husband and a drunk. His mother saw other men and was almost never home, also due to pulling two jobs.

Since he had started school he was a recluse. That was because that since he started school nobody had done anything but make fun of him. As a result he hated and resented everyone else and those that tried to reach out to him he drove away. People were cold, the world was cold, lifeless, damp, empty yet so full of ignorance. Ignorace and stupidity. But they were happy. They were happy. This wasn't fair. This wasn't equality. But since when was his life fair? Pain and chaos surrounded him like a vortex of despair and he sat by.

Day by day he looked upon the others with envy and now his sadness had turned to anger. In the coldest, darkest place in his being, at that moment, on that day, in that year, something happened inside him. Something jumped at the moment. The cobwebbs were brushed away and the wheels started turning. A spark was lit inside him. A spark of anger. A spark that started a fire. A fire of evil, and of dark realization. The world is not held by contemplation, it is held by action. It was time for action.