What is up my peoplez????!!!!!!! I am finally back! PR prt. 2 will be up when I get some time to write it, but today is Halloween, as of the time I'm typing this, so I bring my own story, kinda like Zamxus' but a little different:

FIGHTING YOUR DEMONS

"People have always told me never to bottle up my anger. I shoulda listened."

Cuts to me in a dark room. A single light cuts on above a bottle that's twice my size. the label says "Kyle's Anger" and a viscous red liquid flows near the top. Lights then cut on around my father, an old school bully, and various others who hate me.

Father: WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? MY DOG'S GOT BETTER SENSE THAN YOU!! YOU'RE A BIG KLUTZ!! NOW DO IT RIGHT!

Bully: What are you gonna do fat boy? Huh? You gonna kill me? Bully hits me.

I turn to the bottle. I see the Liquid rising near the cap.

Kids: Fat......Gay.........Dumbass........Fatass........Queer........Go eat a twinkie.....

Father: ANOTHER C ON YOUR REPORT CARD!?

"Cut me some slack! I'm tr-

Father: SHUT UP!!! YOU'RE NOT TRYING!!! I'M GONNA HAVE TO TAKE ALL YOUR STUFF AWAY AGAIN! GIVE ME YOUR PHONE!

Everyone starts talking and I look back at the bottle. I see the cap finally shoot off. I feel a burning sensation and my vision takes a red tint.

"SHUT THE F*CK UP!!!!!!!"

I lash out and hit my father square in the jaw. I turn around and hit the bully in the nuts. He doubles over and I smash my knee into his face. All of a sudden a sword falls in front of me. I pick it up and crack the bully's head open, then stab down into his brains. A Grenade falls by me and I chuck it into the Hate Kids. I watch as their bodies rip into a million pieces. I turn back to my father, who has turned a deep shade of red.

Father: YOU'RE IN FOR IT NOW!!!

"AM I?I think it's the other way around. You treated me like a dog, a nobody, like I was some big mistake in your life."

Father: What are you-

"SHUT UP!!!!!! I've put up with your sh!t for to long!! Now I take what's rightfully mine!!!!!!"

I stab him in the gut. He falls down still hanging on for life. I now hold a 12-gauge pump in my hand. I cock it.

Father: Wait! Don't do this son. I'm your father and I love you. spare me. PLEASE!!!!

I lower the gun some and laugh.

"That's all I wanted to hear."

Father: Really?

"Nope."

I pull the trigger and blow his head off.

"Finally. I feel at peace."

All of a sudden, a pair of big red eyes look at me.

"Who are you?"

???: I'm all that is evil. Three sixes appear above the eyes. Join me and we could cause some major trouble.

I cock the gun and pull the trigger again. The beast falls.

"Sorry. I work alone."

I walk off as the lights stay on. They flicker, then shut off.

HAPPY HALOWEEN!!!!!