After the first time he knew that he was hooked. The thoughts began just popping up every once in awhile, maybe while he was in class or at lunch. 'What if I killed them?' This question came at him numerous times. Usually he'd just shrug it off and go about the school day. But sometimes when he couldn't handle suppressing it, he'd go out late at night and just murder someone. "Why isn't it like the first one...that one was better. Any idea why?" The preteen asked the head he was holding. "Nah, you probably don't know either." With a shake of his head he threw the head into a wall, watching it explode into blood, skull, and brain. Without realizing it, he'd starting just killing every once in awhile. He was on a mission, to get the same rush that he felt during the first. The addiction kept him up at night, wondering why it wasn't the same. It had just been some stranger and yet no one else gave him that feeling of joy when he tore them apart. A few months had now passed since the first one and yet nothing came close. Shadow found himself a nice dark alley and then pounced on the nearest person, "Why isn't it the same?! Why?! Why?! Why?!" The demon yelled while clawing and slashing at his new victim. A now mangled corpse at his feet, he sat down and leaned against a garbage can. Quietly he started licking the blood from his hands and arms. It didn't taste as sweet as it did. 'Maybe it never will be the same. Guess I'll have to get going until I get that feeling...'
