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[Please read the attacks before reading the origin.]

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Saturday morning. November 2, 2013.... Dimitri didn't understand why his father insisted so much on moving out of town suddenly... Since his mother's death 2 years ago, his father started to get weird, as if he was paranoid, which wasn't normal for him. Dimitri worried because before his mother's death she also started with some paranoid mania and he thought it was some neurological disease or something, he always sought logical conclusions. The point was that he didn't want to move... not that he has friends, but there were a few classmates who got on well at his school, who got him out of trouble, he was not a troublemaker, but he got into trouble because he was talking when he shouldn't. He wasn't at all wrong, when something isn't right, someone has to talk, and in the case HE always spoke. Apparently in high school this thought was completely disposable. Whatever someone said was against the "rules" imposed by such bullies, they would end up being judged and sometimes end up inside a trash can. Dimitri has always been the notorious "nerd" of the class, not the quiet one who stay isolated doing all their homeworks properly and is almost invisible, but the one who is usually hated, who gives the answers whenever the teacher asks, who warns that their has homework when teacher forgets... He was a tremendous pain in the ass. But he wasn't always like that, after his mother died, he began to work hard on his studies and the things that interested him, he thought it would make him forget.. In fact it distracted him, but when he was lying in his bed, his heart always hurt... It hurt because of his mother... it hurt that she died without seeing the great man that boy could be... It hurt that he had put himself in big trouble because of hacking what he shouldn't while she was still alive... He tried to spend all his time in studies, baseball, robotics and technologies, so he wouldn't think of any of it.. Outside of class he was the king of computing, there was no code he couldn't access. Hack? He was an expert. Once he found a notebook in a dump and took it home, fixed it completely and when it started working, he went back to the dump and hacked NASA and the FBI just for fun. He didn't do anything about his true "potential", just wanted to test. Something hard for just one person, but when you devote all your time to things like that, it gets easier. Then he wiped his fingerprints, broke the notebook again and threw it into the dump, leaving without a clue, after all he didn't want to get into trouble again.

Now... stopping to think, he thought that maybe that's why his father decided to move at the end of the year, after all, even though his father loved him too much, he wouldn't let his 17-year-old son go unpunished by a mess with NASA and FBI. Or maybe he owed something or got into trouble. His dad wasn't a financially favored man and sometimes cheated on games. Maybe that was one of the reasons that made him even more paranoid.

The whole trip the man didn't stop, he was always looking worried and looking back, just relaxed and returned to being the normal "father" when he realized that there was nothing following him... It was very hard.

Monday morning. November 4, 2013. There wasn't much to do at school in a November, classes would continue until the end of the month - until December 20 for those who were recovering - but Dimitri was curious to venture into a new school.. Actually, he was kind of desperate to go back to new studies, it had been two days since he'd put his face in a book.

He dressed himself up as he did every day in his old town and went down to breakfast. In these two days he was in the car traveling, Dimitri built a small robot, from which he pulled out of his bag and placed it on the table. The robot brought him a grape and the boy smiled. It worked well for a robot made in such a short time.

The boy fed and waited for his dad to come down to take him to school... He looked at the clock, his dad was never late like this.. nor him. First day of school at the end of the year for a NEW school and he would be late.

He was getting impatient.

His dad finally came down... But he was in his pajamas.

"Dimitri... You'll have to miss class today..." - His father said, running his hand across his forehead, he was sweating. But the weather was cold throughout the city, and his dad hadn't turned on the heaters.

" What? But I need to go, I need to see what it's like before I start a new year at a new school, taking away the fact that I need to reinstate my studies." - Dimitri said a bit nervous, he didn't used to be nervous like this, but for everything has its first time.

" It's November, you don't have to go, you'll hardly have a class." - His father replied, still looking like a sweaty ham.

" Come on, Nick. You're the one who keep always nagging me to go to school and now you're asking me to don't go?" - Said the boy getting up from the table and approaching the stairs in which his dad was standing. - "I NEED to go to school."

"Listen, that's not gonna affect your grades, I didn't even registered you, because the enrollments will only be open in early January. Now relax and go watch some TV or play video game, I don't know. I will not take you to school today. - His dad said, going up to his bedroom...

Dimitri was angry, not wanting to believe it. He grabbed his backpack, his cellphone, and left the house. He would go to school on foot.

Arriving at school, there really wasn't much movement, but the important thing wasn't other people but himself. He talked to the headmistress who allowed him to attend classes without the registration because it was the end of the year and the classes wouldn't last as long.

As anticipated, there were several students who didn't look like scholars, were in recovery, of course. But a trio caught his eye... As he passed the halls, this trio of bullies were nagging a boy who looked like a chicken so small and skinny. And there was Dimitri and his big mouth trying to stop it. After all, Dimitri didn't like things like that.

" Hey, why don't you just let him alone? He didn't do anything to you..." - Dimitri said approaching the bullies... They were big...

"Oh wow, what's the matter, firehead? Are you wanting to stay in the place of the toothpick here? If you don't want to, get out of here." - said the bigger of them, who also seemed to be the leader, approaching of Dimitri and giving him such a strong push that knocked him down on the floor, causing him to fall on his backpack and break the little robot he had made during his travel...

"... You should review your concepts.. " - said Dimitri getting up and taking his backpack.

"And you should talk less, little bird." - The biggest boy was about to approach again when the headmistress came to save the day.

"You two should be in your classrooms." - That said, all five of them left for their proper classrooms.

As every Monday is a big shit, the biggest bully fell into Dimitri's classroom. He would try to ignore it as much as possible. Sitting at one of the middle tables near the window, Dimitri took his stuff from his backpack and was ready for his first class at the new school.

Time passed, there was little time for class to end. In that school nothing was different, he always answered correctly what the teacher asked, without giving chances of others to answer - even because the others in the case didn't know anything - but this time he always get a ball of paper in his head.. of that boy. In his mind were passing things not pleasant and even frightening about what to do with that marginal. For a moment when the teacher was correcting some school tasks and the students had nothing to do, Dimitri leaned his head against the wall and looked out the window. He had a little fright, not exactly a fright, maybe a surprise at what he was seeing... On the other side of the street, next to a light pole, was a tall slender guy in a suit.. His arms were long, very long .. He was thin, very thin... It was practically the height of the light pole. He looked at the face of the man, but there was no face... He was stuck to that figure for a few seconds - or at least seemed seconds in his mind -, a very strange noise of static invaded his ears, until the teacher called him attention. When he finally blinked, looking at the teacher, there was no one else in the classroom.

"Classes are over, dear. You can go." - Said the gentle teacher with a smile.

"Oh... Yeah... Thank you."

He was puzzled, could barely make sentences in his mind.

He left the classroom like a rocket. He ran into the street, looking toward the post light where he had seen that man... But there was nothing. He was surprised... He tried to take into account that he hadn't slept well, maybe he had just dozed off in the classroom... It was bad too, but not as much as it was real.

Returned home. He barely opened the door, his father already opened it quickly and pulled him into the house, hugging and closing the door quickly, locking all the locks. Nicholas hugged him so tightly he could barely breathe. He tried to get rid of his father's arms as he spoke desperately.

"Oh my God, are you okay? I told you not to go to class, it's dangerous, oh God.. Thank God you're okay, ah...." - His father was extremely desperate.

"Calm down! Dad, let me go!" - He finally managed to pull away, looking confused at his father. - " Did something happen?"

"... It's nothing... Go to your room, I'll take your dinner. Just stay there." - Said the father moving away from his son and going towards the kitchen of low head.

Dimitri didn't understand anything else. What he didn't know was that his father had a nightmare that day. That slim man wrapped his son in long tentacles and carried him away into the darkness. If his father knew what he had seen that day, he would never let him leave the house again.

Dimitri went up to his bedroom and closed the door. For a Monday, it was awful as hell. He took the broken robot from his bag. There was a way to fix it, but he was upset that it had been brutally broken like that... That's it. A new school and he wouldn't like nothing that boy....

Night falls. His notebook was open in his bed, letting a song play. He was a guy who got carried away by songs, and he was angry all day, so the music he heard was some rock, not so heavy, but with strong emotions. As he listened to the music, he tried to study at his desk, but he had nothing to study, he had no new material, everything he had to learn had already learned, so he tried to draw.... He thought of the man he saw earlier. He sketched him in his exercise book.... But he thought it was silly.

"Tch... You are too old for imaginary friends, Dim." - He said to himself, tearing the sheet and throwing it in the trash can.

He laid his head on the desk, his pen still in his hand. He began to scribble randomly, he was bored. When he raised his head, he looked at the excercise book... He had scribbled a strange symbol there... A circle with an X inside... He recognized the symbol, one of the times he entered his parents' room when his mother was still alive, he found a paper with the same symbol in his mother's drawer.

Dimitri was scared, because he wasn't thinking about that symbol, he had forgotten that symbol two years ago, only saw it once... He just continued scribbling. His head was aching and he didn't want to think. All the scribbles he made after that were similar symbols, or trees, and a strange doll.
It was cold... The ginger looked at the open window and got up, it was time to close it, it was getting really cold. When he was in front of the window, about to close it... He saw again the faceless man on the other side of the street. He had to force his sight because of the dim light of the street... It was surely the same man... but this time it was different... It seemed to have some tentacled coming out of his back. But he wasn't sure because the light wouldn't allow him to see. Again he began to hear a static noise and this time he began to cough... He didn't stay staring, just closed the window and walked away from it, his coughing didn't stop, on the contrary, it got worse. He could hear the desperate steps of his father climbing the stairs and opening the door. His father first went to the window and looked, there was nothing... So he went to the boy.

" Dim?? Are you alright? What happened?" - He asked desperately, but Dimitri could only cough, felt a horrible taste of iron in his mouth, but it wasn't blood.

Dimitri didn't reply, but he nooded. His father helped him up and then looked at the desk and the notebook with the symbol... He shook his head.

"No... no... Listen, Dimmy, you're sleeping with me tonight, okay?" - Said the man already pulling his son with him out of the room.

Dimitri was confused, but as soon as he left the room, he somehow got better... He slept with his father that night. But he couldn't sleep properly...

Since then he hasn't seen the faceless man, but the symbol was chasing him... He always did it without realizing it, or saw it somewhere ...

Over time, he tried to forget that, although his health had begun to decline.

Monday morning. Day 06 January 2014. First day of school, now enrolled. He can only go to class after hiding all the symbols he did and prove himself well to his father who looked like a madman taking care of him.

Sometimes when his dad heard him cough, he forced his son to sleep with him again. Dimitri didn't know who was worse, either himself or his father, which also got worse, but psychologically. He forced Dimitri to take medicine...

That day, he was being positive. He wanted the day to be good, until he got to school and ran into the bully and his cronies. He remembered that not everything could be perfect... The day at school was spent as it always was in his old school, answering the questions and this time getting those paper balls in his head. This time there were more people, so sometimes he wasn't the only one to answer and get a paper ball... but he didn't think that was funny.. He just got more and more hate from that guy. So much so that as time passed, he began to lose interest in answering, just kept quietly scribbling his exercise book... those symbols.

He always looked out the window, but nothing ...

His life thereafter became an endless bullying, in which the headmistress didn't do nothing to stop the bully, because he was her son. Dimitri didn't return the violence because before his mother died he promised that he would never get involved in a fight again, although he knew how to fight, after all, for a baseball player he knew how to hit, he also trained in his house. He only served as a punching bag for the promise he made for his mother. He was fast, he might as well hit those three if he wanted to... But he didn't... And it was hard to escape from 3 guys. But Dimitri always answered, always had something to say for the bully's actions. They became rivals, but obviously the only one who was being beaten was Dimitri. He always returned home with a purple eye or something. He always had to hide or say that he fell because his father was at an absurd level of paranoia. Of course a teenager like Dimitri would tell his parents what was going on so that it would stop, but Dimitri worried about his father... he didn't want him to end up like his mother. Dimitri's bonds with his father were as strong as his mother's, there was no favorite. When his mother died, part of Dim also died, but he still had his father, who loved him a lot and he always returned the same love.

The time was passing. 18 years on June 13, 2014. Friday.

With his dad practically stuck at home of his own free will, he would have to buy things for his birthday alone. He would buy some drinks, not for himself - he hated alcohol - but for his father, who admired a good vodka and hadn't drank for a long time.

He was leaving the store with some bottles of vodka, deserted street.... When he saw the trio of bullies on the street, leaning against the wall on the side of an alley. Oh no. Not on his birthday. He would ignore and pretend that he didn't exist... But.... A girl passed by, she was about to walk across the street and divert the idiots there.. That's good, he was relieved in some way... But his relief left when he saw that one of them was approaching... One of the henchmen of his mortal rival grabbed the poor girl from behind, she began to scream. Dimitri looked inside the shop that had just left, thinking of getting help, but that street was a dangerous street and as soon as the screams began, the store put out its lights... Dimitri gets angry... He wouldn't leave the poor Girl there in the hands of those dirty ones. Then he came up, already screaming madly, with authority - as if he had.

" HEY! Let her go... " - He said a little hesitantly... Even more hesitant when he saw that the trio were completely drunk...

" Look who decided to come and save the day. The firehead woodpecker... HAHA " - The big guy laughed and motioned for his friend to let go the girl go. So she ran away.

"You can be big idiots at school without punishment for being the headmistress's son, but you can't be a rapist here without paying for the consequences." - Dimitri said putting his hands in his pocket.

" Oh yes? I can do whatever I want. Consequences, huh??" - The drunken man, full of testosterone, said as he staggered, approaching Dimitri. - "What are you going to do? Hit me?"

"No. But the police will know what to do with you, "mommy's boy." - Dimitri replied by pulling his cellphone out of his pocket and walking away from the bullies while calling the police.

His biggest mistake was to turn his back on them... One of the henchmen grabbed him by the arm, pulling him hard, which made the bag with the bottles of vodka fall and break them... The three took him in. From the alley, where the biggest bully - and his biggest enemy- grabbed Dimitri by the throat and lifted him, leaning against the wall.

"Show him who's the boss, Igor." - The henchmen were laughing.

Igor took Dimitri's cellphone and threw it on the floor, stepping on it and crushing it. He turned his gaze to Dimitri and tightened his neck.

"You should talk less, little bird. Silence suits you."

Having said that, Igor threw Dimitri down. Dimitri hit a trash can that fell, opening its lid. Igor took a hose from there and wrapped it around Dimitri's neck, holding him from behind as his henchmen hit the redhead who could not defend himself and was suffocating. Igor did not let Dimitri suffocate, he wanted to make him suffer before. He told his cronies to leave so he could finish it himself.

"You think you're so clever, do not you?" But you can not get out of a situation like that. It looks like a trapped rat.

And so Igor started kicking Dimitri several times. He asked one of his friends to hold Dimitri lying on his back and with his arms up.. Dimitri couldn't even move, so he couldn't fight so much... The anger he felt was no match for pain.

Igor stomped and crushed his throat... He could hear the disgusting noise it made, especially when the warm blood rose to his mouth and slowly gushed. Igor destroyed his throat... As he did so, he paused for a moment and looked at the poor ginger choking on the floor.

"Do you know why the police will not do anything if they find out? Because the chief of police, the deputy, is my father. And he loves me like the innocent little boy, so he will not do anything against me."

Igor was about to break Dimitri's neck when a deafening static sound started to stun them... They covered their ears but nothing worked... The only one who could stand was Dimitri, lying on the floor, his throat destroyed and almost drowning in his own blood. Everyone there at that moment saw at the bottom of the alley, the faceless man.... They ran, they ran like ants... Dimitri wasn't afraid, he was angry... he was hurt...

He was looking up because he couldn't move, coughing and coughing, swallowing and spitting blood, couldn't breathe... He saw the man approaching and the faceless face facing him from above... Then it disappeared. After disappearing, Dimitri managed to move... It hurt, but he could... somehow that man gave him some strength. He crawled went the hose and intubated himself so he could breathe... The hose wasn't so long, so there would be no danger of the blood coming out there going back to his lung. He lay there with the hose helping him to breathe.... He was thinking about how many minutes he had to live ...

Luckily, the girl who had run away had called the police on the way, so the police quickly arrived. They didn't have time to call and wait for an ambulance so they took Dimitri directly to the hospital.

They called Nicholas, Dimitri's father, and told him his situation. Even with problems with leaving home, Nicholas hurried to the hospital, desperate to see his son. In Dimmy's room, Nicholas saw his son lying on the bed, his throat bandaged. He asked the doctor what had happened and if his son would be all right.

"Well, sir. Your son's throat was completely broken, except for the spine bones, luckily. Is also a luck that he's alive, but only survived because no main vein was ruptured. Whoever did this would certainly wanted to see your son suffer." - The doctor said as he looked at his papers.

" And... and he'll be okay?"

"Listen, with the surgery we luckily can reconstruct his throat, it will take time to heal but when it heals, it will be a new good throat... The surgery was very time consuming and complicated to get to that point, then it will cost more. But on the bright side, he will be able to eat and breathe normally when everything is properly healed. Until then, you'll have to have a breathing tube and a feeding tube. The only problem is that we can't reconstruct the vocal chords, so your son will not be able to speak anymore.

"Oh.. thank God he's alive... You said that the surgery will cost more... How much?"

"$ 50,000."

"What... But that's a lot!"

"Yes, for perfect surgery."

"Perfect? My son will not be able to speak ever again!!"

"Sir, we can lower it for only $ 30,000."

" ..."

That money was much more than they had.. Nicholas managed to negotiate, he would pay $10,000 every month for three months.

After being discharged, Dimitri went home with the hospital's necessary things so he could breathe and feed until he was fully healed.

His father had to work, so he left his fear of leaving home, after all he had to pay for his son's surgery.

The weeks passed, his father was already exhausted.... He couldn't have time for himself, he cried every night... Dimitri couldn't move much... He could only stay lie in his bed.

Once late at night, he woke up and looked at the corner of his room... That faceless man was there. He had to bow his head a little too much because he was too high for the house. Dimitri wasn't surprised anymore... Just kept looking... The noise in his head formed low voices, voices that told him horrible things, voices that influenced him... Again the taste of iron... again it wasn't blood.... and again the cough came back.. He couldn't cough a lot, he tried to cough as little as possible, it was excruciating.... The slim man disappeared.

Dimitri couldn't remember exactly what had happened when he woke up, nor did he remember going to sleep... He also couldn't remember his notebook being in his bed. He could move his arms. He brought the notebook more closer to him and one thing came into his mind...

He started accessing some codes. In a few minutes, he was inside Igor's computer and his henchmen's. From the cellphone, too. He activated the cameras so he could observe everything... He would see every step of Igor and his friends from there. He would watch them... When he heard where they were going, he could hack the access of security cameras and watched everywhere the boys went. He watched at their routines... That was the way he had been for all the days he got stuck in that room.

When he could walk, he wouldn't leave his room, just wander around it, ripping the wallpaper with scissors he had, scribbling papers and sticking to the walls. Everything he did wasn't fully conscious, he just felt he had to do it, What he should do... he just did it. Every day he made a new symbol... One day, fumbling in his wardrobe, he found a can of red spray. He looked at all the symbols on his walls, wardrobe and curtains... His expression stayed a little desperate, for he didn't know what else to do... He was going crazy... With the Spray can, he spat several large red X's over the symbols as if he wanted to cover them.

Monday. January 5, 2015. Dimitri was already healed and had quickly learned sign language. He was ready to go back to school... but he wouldn't do it. Although there was no more bruising, there was a horrible scar in his throat. He made a point of hiding it with high collars.

Dark circles could be seen from afar, he barely slept. All he had done in his room was to watch and chase. He wanted his revenge. Especially after he discovered that the police did nothing because the police chief really was Igor's father.

Dimitri didn't want to go to school anymore. He went every day to the woods, his father didn't know. In fact, even Dim didn't know, when he realized it, he was in the woods and so he came home when he realized that it wasn't where he should be.

He was in his bedroom, thinking, or at least trying, his mind was a sea of confusion and noise, he didn't know what to do, he didn't know who he was, after all he would never think of such a cruel revenge if he were "himself". Dimitri knelt on the floor and took from under the bed a box with two red-capped daggers that belonged to his mother when she was younger, she was a collector. They were beautiful daggers of embellishment, but extremely sharp...

Dimitri was no longer thinking for himself. He stared at those daggers for a long time... Longer than he should have. He didn't even know why exactly he had catched them, he even didn't remember them at all.

He was lost.

Voices that seemed to be around him would yell at him, whisper to him, ask him to give up.... and, to someone with such a grudge, giving up everything -even for a revenge- seemed like a good idea. Dimitri didn't want to live like that, like an idiot nerd who couldn't even speak... He gave up his own life.

During all this time, his father didn't enter his son's room, since he was busy working as a slave. After finally paying all his debt, this Monday morning Nicholas decided to see how he's son was, after all only saw Dimitri when he left the room really few times. Nicholas went into utter despair as he opened that door... The pixadated walls scrawled with that symbol beneath the large red X's. Nicholas knew it was too late, but he didn't want to believe it.

He noticed something... Dimitri wasn't in his room... And the daggers box was empty, except for a paper with scrawled trees... Nicholas already knew where Dimitri might be.

He drove like crazy into the woods, where he saw a young man with a dark gray hood about to enter the trees. Could be? He shouted for his son.

" DIMITRI!!"

The boy didn't turn... But Nicholas was sure it was him.... Nicholas ran to the boy and pulled him back, couldn't let him enter the woods because he felt that this time Dimitri wouldn't back home... As soon as he pulled it, the boy turned. It was Dimitri! He wore a black bandana covering part of his face, with a red X where his mouth would be. Before Nicholas could say anything to bring his son back, a sharp pain struck his chest... He looked slowly down... The dagger of his wife, tucked into his chest... He looked at the Dimitri's eyes... no longer had old brightness. They no longer had the brightness of a normal person... Before falling, Nicholas pulled the bandana so he could see his son's face once more, he wanted to see if Dimitri had done it by force, wanted to see if he had any kind of resentment. But there was nothing there but a neutral expression, as if he didn't feel anything, like he didn't care about anything...

"He... he chased me all my life... he took your mother from me... and now he took you from me... I... I'm sorry..." - Nicholas said as he cried. He wasn't crying because he was going to die, he wasn't crying because it hurt... He was crying because what hurt him most was to know that his son who he loved so much had actually gone before him. Because the one in front of him was no longer his son.

After Nicholas died, Dimitri took the dagger from his chest and took his bandana back. For a few seconds he stared at the body of his dead father there. In the middle of that neutral expression, without feeling and lifeless, a tear in left eye slowly descended to fall on his father's chest... Maybe that tear was the last drop of humanity... or the last drop of Dimitri's soul... after all, when you kill someone, you are considered a heartless person. But... when you kill someone you love so much, you don't have a soul anymore...

That night he disappeared in the forest, and since then it hasn't been heard to speak of him...

Or that's what everyone thought...

Friday night. November 13, 2015.

Cops gathered around a house. The woman who left there was the headmistress of the main school. She screamed and cried to her husband who was the police chief, and all the police tried to calm her down. Detectives enter a bedroom of the house to examine it. There was a notebook of the corner near the wall with a lot of smoke coming out, the window was open. They looked around, a dead body tied to the bed. It was Igor. His throat was open, not a normal cut, but it was very torn, as if it had been torn by hands and everything in there had been crushed. Also, his mouth had been sewn.

"... How sick, the guy sewed his mouth after killing him, did he was afraid the victim tell someone? Haha. Joking apart. It's very strange."

"... No, sir... Apparently the victim not only died from blood loss but from suffocation, as we can see the blood flowing desperately through his nose and eyes. Apparently who did it sewed the mouth first and then destroyed the throat after... " - Said the detective running his fingers through the badly made seam, parts of the mouth were torn. Probably had to be pierced again, it seems the victim had moved a lot, which leads to think that this was the reason for having been tied.

"Detective ..." - The cop at his side called.

" Hm? " - The detective stared at him.

The cop pointed at the wall above the bed, where - with blood - it had drawn a huge X... Like the X that had been drawn in the alleys where Igor's friends were found, dead in the same way.

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[Please read the attacks before reading the origin.]

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Saturday morning. November 2, 2013.... Dimitri didn't understand why his father insisted so much on moving out of town suddenly... Since his mother's death 2 years ago, his father started to get weird, as if he was paranoid, which wasn't normal for him. Dimitri worried because before his mother's death she also started with some paranoid mania and he thought it was some neurological disease or something, he always sought logical conclusions. The point was that he didn't want to move... not that he has friends, but there were a few classmates who got on well at his school, who got him out of trouble, he was not a troublemaker, but he got into trouble because he was talking when he shouldn't. He wasn't at all wrong, when something isn't right, someone has to talk, and in the case HE always spoke. Apparently in high school this thought was completely disposable. Whatever someone said was against the "rules" imposed by such bullies, they would end up being judged and sometimes end up inside a trash can. Dimitri has always been the notorious "nerd" of the class, not the quiet one who stay isolated doing all their homeworks properly and is almost invisible, but the one who is usually hated, who gives the answers whenever the teacher asks, who warns that their has homework when teacher forgets... He was a tremendous pain in the ass. But he wasn't always like that, after his mother died, he began to work hard on his studies and the things that interested him, he thought it would make him forget.. In fact it distracted him, but when he was lying in his bed, his heart always hurt... It hurt because of his mother... it hurt that she died without seeing the great man that boy could be... It hurt that he had put himself in big trouble because of hacking what he shouldn't while she was still alive... He tried to spend all his time in studies, baseball, robotics and technologies, so he wouldn't think of any of it.. Outside of class he was the king of computing, there was no code he couldn't access. Hack? He was an expert. Once he found a notebook in a dump and took it home, fixed it completely and when it started working, he went back to the dump and hacked NASA and the FBI just for fun. He didn't do anything about his true "potential", just wanted to test. Something hard for just one person, but when you devote all your time to things like that, it gets easier. Then he wiped his fingerprints, broke the notebook again and threw it into the dump, leaving without a clue, after all he didn't want to get into trouble again.

Now... stopping to think, he thought that maybe that's why his father decided to move at the end of the year, after all, even though his father loved him too much, he wouldn't let his 17-year-old son go unpunished by a mess with NASA and FBI. Or maybe he owed something or got into trouble. His dad wasn't a financially favored man and sometimes cheated on games. Maybe that was one of the reasons that made him even more paranoid.

The whole trip the man didn't stop, he was always looking worried and looking back, just relaxed and returned to being the normal "father" when he realized that there was nothing following him... It was very hard.

Monday morning. November 4, 2013. There wasn't much to do at school in a November, classes would continue until the end of the month - until December 20 for those who were recovering - but Dimitri was curious to venture into a new school.. Actually, he was kind of desperate to go back to new studies, it had been two days since he'd put his face in a book.

He dressed himself up as he did every day in his old town and went down to breakfast. In these two days he was in the car traveling, Dimitri built a small robot, from which he pulled out of his bag and placed it on the table. The robot brought him a grape and the boy smiled. It worked well for a robot made in such a short time.

The boy fed and waited for his dad to come down to take him to school... He looked at the clock, his dad was never late like this.. nor him. First day of school at the end of the year for a NEW school and he would be late.

He was getting impatient.

His dad finally came down... But he was in his pajamas.

"Dimitri... You'll have to miss class today..." - His father said, running his hand across his forehead, he was sweating. But the weather was cold throughout the city, and his dad hadn't turned on the heaters.

" What? But I need to go, I need to see what it's like before I start a new year at a new school, taking away the fact that I need to reinstate my studies." - Dimitri said a bit nervous, he didn't used to be nervous like this, but for everything has its first time.

" It's November, you don't have to go, you'll hardly have a class." - His father replied, still looking like a sweaty ham.

" Come on, Nick. You're the one who keep always nagging me to go to school and now you're asking me to don't go?" - Said the boy getting up from the table and approaching the stairs in which his dad was standing. - "I NEED to go to school."

"Listen, that's not gonna affect your grades, I didn't even registered you, because the enrollments will only be open in early January. Now relax and go watch some TV or play video game, I don't know. I will not take you to school today. - His dad said, going up to his bedroom...

Dimitri was angry, not wanting to believe it. He grabbed his backpack, his cellphone, and left the house. He would go to school on foot.

Arriving at school, there really wasn't much movement, but the important thing wasn't other people but himself. He talked to the headmistress who allowed him to attend classes without the registration because it was the end of the year and the classes wouldn't last as long.

As anticipated, there were several students who didn't look like scholars, were in recovery, of course. But a trio caught his eye... As he passed the halls, this trio of bullies were nagging a boy who looked like a chicken so small and skinny. And there was Dimitri and his big mouth trying to stop it. After all, Dimitri didn't like things like that.

" Hey, why don't you just let him alone? He didn't do anything to you..." - Dimitri said approaching the bullies... They were big...

"Oh wow, what's the matter, firehead? Are you wanting to stay in the place of the toothpick here? If you don't want to, get out of here." - said the bigger of them, who also seemed to be the leader, approaching of Dimitri and giving him such a strong push that knocked him down on the floor, causing him to fall on his backpack and break the little robot he had made during his travel...

"... You should review your concepts.. " - said Dimitri getting up and taking his backpack.

"And you should talk less, little bird." - The biggest boy was about to approach again when the headmistress came to save the day.

"You two should be in your classrooms." - That said, all five of them left for their proper classrooms.

As every Monday is a big shit, the biggest bully fell into Dimitri's classroom. He would try to ignore it as much as possible. Sitting at one of the middle tables near the window, Dimitri took his stuff from his backpack and was ready for his first class at the new school.

Time passed, there was little time for class to end. In that school nothing was different, he always answered correctly what the teacher asked, without giving chances of others to answer - even because the others in the case didn't know anything - but this time he always get a ball of paper in his head.. of that boy. In his mind were passing things not pleasant and even frightening about what to do with that marginal. For a moment when the teacher was correcting some school tasks and the students had nothing to do, Dimitri leaned his head against the wall and looked out the window. He had a little fright, not exactly a fright, maybe a surprise at what he was seeing... On the other side of the street, next to a light pole, was a tall slender guy in a suit.. His arms were long, very long .. He was thin, very thin... It was practically the height of the light pole. He looked at the face of the man, but there was no face... He was stuck to that figure for a few seconds - or at least seemed seconds in his mind -, a very strange noise of static invaded his ears, until the teacher called him attention. When he finally blinked, looking at the teacher, there was no one else in the classroom.

"Classes are over, dear. You can go." - Said the gentle teacher with a smile.

"Oh... Yeah... Thank you."

He was puzzled, could barely make sentences in his mind.

He left the classroom like a rocket. He ran into the street, looking toward the post light where he had seen that man... But there was nothing. He was surprised... He tried to take into account that he hadn't slept well, maybe he had just dozed off in the classroom... It was bad too, but not as much as it was real.

Returned home. He barely opened the door, his father already opened it quickly and pulled him into the house, hugging and closing the door quickly, locking all the locks. Nicholas hugged him so tightly he could barely breathe. He tried to get rid of his father's arms as he spoke desperately.

"Oh my God, are you okay? I told you not to go to class, it's dangerous, oh God.. Thank God you're okay, ah...." - His father was extremely desperate.

"Calm down! Dad, let me go!" - He finally managed to pull away, looking confused at his father. - " Did something happen?"

"... It's nothing... Go to your room, I'll take your dinner. Just stay there." - Said the father moving away from his son and going towards the kitchen of low head.

Dimitri didn't understand anything else. What he didn't know was that his father had a nightmare that day. That slim man wrapped his son in long tentacles and carried him away into the darkness. If his father knew what he had seen that day, he would never let him leave the house again.

Dimitri went up to his bedroom and closed the door. For a Monday, it was awful as hell. He took the broken robot from his bag. There was a way to fix it, but he was upset that it had been brutally broken like that... That's it. A new school and he wouldn't like nothing that boy....

Night falls. His notebook was open in his bed, letting a song play. He was a guy who got carried away by songs, and he was angry all day, so the music he heard was some rock, not so heavy, but with strong emotions. As he listened to the music, he tried to study at his desk, but he had nothing to study, he had no new material, everything he had to learn had already learned, so he tried to draw.... He thought of the man he saw earlier. He sketched him in his exercise book.... But he thought it was silly.

"Tch... You are too old for imaginary friends, Dim." - He said to himself, tearing the sheet and throwing it in the trash can.

He laid his head on the desk, his pen still in his hand. He began to scribble randomly, he was bored. When he raised his head, he looked at the excercise book... He had scribbled a strange symbol there... A circle with an X inside... He recognized the symbol, one of the times he entered his parents' room when his mother was still alive, he found a paper with the same symbol in his mother's drawer.

Dimitri was scared, because he wasn't thinking about that symbol, he had forgotten that symbol two years ago, only saw it once... He just continued scribbling. His head was aching and he didn't want to think. All the scribbles he made after that were similar symbols, or trees, and a strange doll.
It was cold... The ginger looked at the open window and got up, it was time to close it, it was getting really cold. When he was in front of the window, about to close it... He saw again the faceless man on the other side of the street. He had to force his sight because of the dim light of the street... It was surely the same man... but this time it was different... It seemed to have some tentacled coming out of his back. But he wasn't sure because the light wouldn't allow him to see. Again he began to hear a static noise and this time he began to cough... He didn't stay staring, just closed the window and walked away from it, his coughing didn't stop, on the contrary, it got worse. He could hear the desperate steps of his father climbing the stairs and opening the door. His father first went to the window and looked, there was nothing... So he went to the boy.

" Dim?? Are you alright? What happened?" - He asked desperately, but Dimitri could only cough, felt a horrible taste of iron in his mouth, but it wasn't blood.

Dimitri didn't reply, but he nooded. His father helped him up and then looked at the desk and the notebook with the symbol... He shook his head.

"No... no... Listen, Dimmy, you're sleeping with me tonight, okay?" - Said the man already pulling his son with him out of the room.

Dimitri was confused, but as soon as he left the room, he somehow got better... He slept with his father that night. But he couldn't sleep properly...

Since then he hasn't seen the faceless man, but the symbol was chasing him... He always did it without realizing it, or saw it somewhere ...

Over time, he tried to forget that, although his health had begun to decline.

Monday morning. Day 06 January 2014. First day of school, now enrolled. He can only go to class after hiding all the symbols he did and prove himself well to his father who looked like a madman taking care of him.

Sometimes when his dad heard him cough, he forced his son to sleep with him again. Dimitri didn't know who was worse, either himself or his father, which also got worse, but psychologically. He forced Dimitri to take medicine...

That day, he was being positive. He wanted the day to be good, until he got to school and ran into the bully and his cronies. He remembered that not everything could be perfect... The day at school was spent as it always was in his old school, answering the questions and this time getting those paper balls in his head. This time there were more people, so sometimes he wasn't the only one to answer and get a paper ball... but he didn't think that was funny.. He just got more and more hate from that guy. So much so that as time passed, he began to lose interest in answering, just kept quietly scribbling his exercise book... those symbols.

He always looked out the window, but nothing ...

His life thereafter became an endless bullying, in which the headmistress didn't do nothing to stop the bully, because he was her son. Dimitri didn't return the violence because before his mother died he promised that he would never get involved in a fight again, although he knew how to fight, after all, for a baseball player he knew how to hit, he also trained in his house. He only served as a punching bag for the promise he made for his mother. He was fast, he might as well hit those three if he wanted to... But he didn't... And it was hard to escape from 3 guys. But Dimitri always answered, always had something to say for the bully's actions. They became rivals, but obviously the only one who was being beaten was Dimitri. He always returned home with a purple eye or something. He always had to hide or say that he fell because his father was at an absurd level of paranoia. Of course a teenager like Dimitri would tell his parents what was going on so that it would stop, but Dimitri worried about his father... he didn't want him to end up like his mother. Dimitri's bonds with his father were as strong as his mother's, there was no favorite. When his mother died, part of Dim also died, but he still had his father, who loved him a lot and he always returned the same love.

The time was passing. 18 years on June 13, 2014. Friday.

With his dad practically stuck at home of his own free will, he would have to buy things for his birthday alone. He would buy some drinks, not for himself - he hated alcohol - but for his father, who admired a good vodka and hadn't drank for a long time.

He was leaving the store with some bottles of vodka, deserted street.... When he saw the trio of bullies on the street, leaning against the wall on the side of an alley. Oh no. Not on his birthday. He would ignore and pretend that he didn't exist... But.... A girl passed by, she was about to walk across the street and divert the idiots there.. That's good, he was relieved in some way... But his relief left when he saw that one of them was approaching... One of the henchmen of his mortal rival grabbed the poor girl from behind, she began to scream. Dimitri looked inside the shop that had just left, thinking of getting help, but that street was a dangerous street and as soon as the screams began, the store put out its lights... Dimitri gets angry... He wouldn't leave the poor Girl there in the hands of those dirty ones. Then he came up, already screaming madly, with authority - as if he had.

" HEY! Let her go... " - He said a little hesitantly... Even more hesitant when he saw that the trio were completely drunk...

" Look who decided to come and save the day. The firehead woodpecker... HAHA " - The big guy laughed and motioned for his friend to let go the girl go. So she ran away.

"You can be big idiots at school without punishment for being the headmistress's son, but you can't be a rapist here without paying for the consequences." - Dimitri said putting his hands in his pocket.

" Oh yes? I can do whatever I want. Consequences, huh??" - The drunken man, full of testosterone, said as he staggered, approaching Dimitri. - "What are you going to do? Hit me?"

"No. But the police will know what to do with you, "mommy's boy." - Dimitri replied by pulling his cellphone out of his pocket and walking away from the bullies while calling the police.

His biggest mistake was to turn his back on them... One of the henchmen grabbed him by the arm, pulling him hard, which made the bag with the bottles of vodka fall and break them... The three took him in. From the alley, where the biggest bully - and his biggest enemy- grabbed Dimitri by the throat and lifted him, leaning against the wall.

"Show him who's the boss, Igor." - The henchmen were laughing.

Igor took Dimitri's cellphone and threw it on the floor, stepping on it and crushing it. He turned his gaze to Dimitri and tightened his neck.

"You should talk less, little bird. Silence suits you."

Having said that, Igor threw Dimitri down. Dimitri hit a trash can that fell, opening its lid. Igor took a hose from there and wrapped it around Dimitri's neck, holding him from behind as his henchmen hit the redhead who could not defend himself and was suffocating. Igor did not let Dimitri suffocate, he wanted to make him suffer before. He told his cronies to leave so he could finish it himself.

"You think you're so clever, do not you?" But you can not get out of a situation like that. It looks like a trapped rat.

And so Igor started kicking Dimitri several times. He asked one of his friends to hold Dimitri lying on his back and with his arms up.. Dimitri couldn't even move, so he couldn't fight so much... The anger he felt was no match for pain.

Igor stomped and crushed his throat... He could hear the disgusting noise it made, especially when the warm blood rose to his mouth and slowly gushed. Igor destroyed his throat... As he did so, he paused for a moment and looked at the poor ginger choking on the floor.

"Do you know why the police will not do anything if they find out? Because the chief of police, the deputy, is my father. And he loves me like the innocent little boy, so he will not do anything against me."

Igor was about to break Dimitri's neck when a deafening static sound started to stun them... They covered their ears but nothing worked... The only one who could stand was Dimitri, lying on the floor, his throat destroyed and almost drowning in his own blood. Everyone there at that moment saw at the bottom of the alley, the faceless man.... They ran, they ran like ants... Dimitri wasn't afraid, he was angry... he was hurt...

He was looking up because he couldn't move, coughing and coughing, swallowing and spitting blood, couldn't breathe... He saw the man approaching and the faceless face facing him from above... Then it disappeared. After disappearing, Dimitri managed to move... It hurt, but he could... somehow that man gave him some strength. He crawled went the hose and intubated himself so he could breathe... The hose wasn't so long, so there would be no danger of the blood coming out there going back to his lung. He lay there with the hose helping him to breathe.... He was thinking about how many minutes he had to live ...

Luckily, the girl who had run away had called the police on the way, so the police quickly arrived. They didn't have time to call and wait for an ambulance so they took Dimitri directly to the hospital.

They called Nicholas, Dimitri's father, and told him his situation. Even with problems with leaving home, Nicholas hurried to the hospital, desperate to see his son. In Dimmy's room, Nicholas saw his son lying on the bed, his throat bandaged. He asked the doctor what had happened and if his son would be all right.

"Well, sir. Your son's throat was completely broken, except for the spine bones, luckily. Is also a luck that he's alive, but only survived because no main vein was ruptured. Whoever did this would certainly wanted to see your son suffer." - The doctor said as he looked at his papers.

" And... and he'll be okay?"

"Listen, with the surgery we luckily can reconstruct his throat, it will take time to heal but when it heals, it will be a new good throat... The surgery was very time consuming and complicated to get to that point, then it will cost more. But on the bright side, he will be able to eat and breathe normally when everything is properly healed. Until then, you'll have to have a breathing tube and a feeding tube. The only problem is that we can't reconstruct the vocal chords, so your son will not be able to speak anymore.

"Oh.. thank God he's alive... You said that the surgery will cost more... How much?"

"$ 50,000."

"What... But that's a lot!"

"Yes, for perfect surgery."

"Perfect? My son will not be able to speak ever again!!"

"Sir, we can lower it for only $ 30,000."

" ..."

That money was much more than they had.. Nicholas managed to negotiate, he would pay $10,000 every month for three months.

After being discharged, Dimitri went home with the hospital's necessary things so he could breathe and feed until he was fully healed.

His father had to work, so he left his fear of leaving home, after all he had to pay for his son's surgery.

The weeks passed, his father was already exhausted.... He couldn't have time for himself, he cried every night... Dimitri couldn't move much... He could only stay lie in his bed.

Once late at night, he woke up and looked at the corner of his room... That faceless man was there. He had to bow his head a little too much because he was too high for the house. Dimitri wasn't surprised anymore... Just kept looking... The noise in his head formed low voices, voices that told him horrible things, voices that influenced him... Again the taste of iron... again it wasn't blood.... and again the cough came back.. He couldn't cough a lot, he tried to cough as little as possible, it was excruciating.... The slim man disappeared.

Dimitri couldn't remember exactly what had happened when he woke up, nor did he remember going to sleep... He also couldn't remember his notebook being in his bed. He could move his arms. He brought the notebook more closer to him and one thing came into his mind...

He started accessing some codes. In a few minutes, he was inside Igor's computer and his henchmen's. From the cellphone, too. He activated the cameras so he could observe everything... He would see every step of Igor and his friends from there. He would watch them... When he heard where they were going, he could hack the access of security cameras and watched everywhere the boys went. He watched at their routines... That was the way he had been for all the days he got stuck in that room.

When he could walk, he wouldn't leave his room, just wander around it, ripping the wallpaper with scissors he had, scribbling papers and sticking to the walls. Everything he did wasn't fully conscious, he just felt he had to do it, What he should do... he just did it. Every day he made a new symbol... One day, fumbling in his wardrobe, he found a can of red spray. He looked at all the symbols on his walls, wardrobe and curtains... His expression stayed a little desperate, for he didn't know what else to do... He was going crazy... With the Spray can, he spat several large red X's over the symbols as if he wanted to cover them.

Monday. January 5, 2015. Dimitri was already healed and had quickly learned sign language. He was ready to go back to school... but he wouldn't do it. Although there was no more bruising, there was a horrible scar in his throat. He made a point of hiding it with high collars.

Dark circles could be seen from afar, he barely slept. All he had done in his room was to watch and chase. He wanted his revenge. Especially after he discovered that the police did nothing because the police chief really was Igor's father.

Dimitri didn't want to go to school anymore. He went every day to the woods, his father didn't know. In fact, even Dim didn't know, when he realized it, he was in the woods and so he came home when he realized that it wasn't where he should be.

He was in his bedroom, thinking, or at least trying, his mind was a sea of confusion and noise, he didn't know what to do, he didn't know who he was, after all he would never think of such a cruel revenge if he were "himself". Dimitri knelt on the floor and took from under the bed a box with two red-capped daggers that belonged to his mother when she was younger, she was a collector. They were beautiful daggers of embellishment, but extremely sharp...

Dimitri was no longer thinking for himself. He stared at those daggers for a long time... Longer than he should have. He didn't even know why exactly he had catched them, he even didn't remember them at all.

He was lost.

Voices that seemed to be around him would yell at him, whisper to him, ask him to give up.... and, to someone with such a grudge, giving up everything -even for a revenge- seemed like a good idea. Dimitri didn't want to live like that, like an idiot nerd who couldn't even speak... He gave up his own life.

During all this time, his father didn't enter his son's room, since he was busy working as a slave. After finally paying all his debt, this Monday morning Nicholas decided to see how he's son was, after all only saw Dimitri when he left the room really few times. Nicholas went into utter despair as he opened that door... The pixadated walls scrawled with that symbol beneath the large red X's. Nicholas knew it was too late, but he didn't want to believe it.

He noticed something... Dimitri wasn't in his room... And the daggers box was empty, except for a paper with scrawled trees... Nicholas already knew where Dimitri might be.

He drove like crazy into the woods, where he saw a young man with a dark gray hood about to enter the trees. Could be? He shouted for his son.

" DIMITRI!!"

The boy didn't turn... But Nicholas was sure it was him.... Nicholas ran to the boy and pulled him back, couldn't let him enter the woods because he felt that this time Dimitri wouldn't back home... As soon as he pulled it, the boy turned. It was Dimitri! He wore a black bandana covering part of his face, with a red X where his mouth would be. Before Nicholas could say anything to bring his son back, a sharp pain struck his chest... He looked slowly down... The dagger of his wife, tucked into his chest... He looked at the Dimitri's eyes... no longer had old brightness. They no longer had the brightness of a normal person... Before falling, Nicholas pulled the bandana so he could see his son's face once more, he wanted to see if Dimitri had done it by force, wanted to see if he had any kind of resentment. But there was nothing there but a neutral expression, as if he didn't feel anything, like he didn't care about anything...

"He... he chased me all my life... he took your mother from me... and now he took you from me... I... I'm sorry..." - Nicholas said as he cried. He wasn't crying because he was going to die, he wasn't crying because it hurt... He was crying because what hurt him most was to know that his son who he loved so much had actually gone before him. Because the one in front of him was no longer his son.

After Nicholas died, Dimitri took the dagger from his chest and took his bandana back. For a few seconds he stared at the body of his dead father there. In the middle of that neutral expression, without feeling and lifeless, a tear in left eye slowly descended to fall on his father's chest... Maybe that tear was the last drop of humanity... or the last drop of Dimitri's soul... after all, when you kill someone, you are considered a heartless person. But... when you kill someone you love so much, you don't have a soul anymore...

That night he disappeared in the forest, and since then it hasn't been heard to speak of him...

Or that's what everyone thought...

Friday night. November 13, 2015.

Cops gathered around a house. The woman who left there was the headmistress of the main school. She screamed and cried to her husband who was the police chief, and all the police tried to calm her down. Detectives enter a bedroom of the house to examine it. There was a notebook of the corner near the wall with a lot of smoke coming out, the window was open. They looked around, a dead body tied to the bed. It was Igor. His throat was open, not a normal cut, but it was very torn, as if it had been torn by hands and everything in there had been crushed. Also, his mouth had been sewn.

"... How sick, the guy sewed his mouth after killing him, did he was afraid the victim tell someone? Haha. Joking apart. It's very strange."

"... No, sir... Apparently the victim not only died from blood loss but from suffocation, as we can see the blood flowing desperately through his nose and eyes. Apparently who did it sewed the mouth first and then destroyed the throat after... " - Said the detective running his fingers through the badly made seam, parts of the mouth were torn. Probably had to be pierced again, it seems the victim had moved a lot, which leads to think that this was the reason for having been tied.

"Detective ..." - The cop at his side called.

" Hm? " - The detective stared at him.

The cop pointed at the wall above the bed, where - with blood - it had drawn a huge X... Like the X that had been drawn in the alleys where Igor's friends were found, dead in the same way.