Daemons are born in those you don't suspect (Chapter 1)

One day, in the city of Canterlot, there was a man named Norman, though everyone called him Normie. On the outside he was a slightly dim, rather cheerful fella who didn't mean no harm. On the inside however, he was a monster, a being of pure evil, an unstoppable force was lurking just beneath his skin, waiting for the right moment to strike. That moment was today.

Earlier in the week, he had caught a couple of his friends back-talking. That wouldn't be a problem if it hadn't happened in conjunction with pet bird dying the other day.

 

That made him full of grief and wrath, the two doors guarding his inner deamon were unlocked and today the back talkers would know what life was.

He had gotten out of bed earlier than usual today, he needed to prepare, pack his things and make sure that he'd be able to show people why you shouldn't fuck with him.

 

He went to school as he used to, he was a student at the local school, taking classes straight from the headmistress. The headmistress thought of him as a rather fun guy to have around, so he was allowed to be with her in between classes.

He didn't learn much, but he didn't care because it was a fun thing to do.

 

Today, he was going to have to skip a period because he was planning his ultimate revenge, nothing too violent, he wouldn't be able to handle that, but it'd make them know they were alive.

 

"I'm sorry, miss C, but I can't come to the 9.30 class today, my schedule is stuffed to the limit" his patience was also stuffed to the limit and beyond, he didn't say that though.

"Fine, I guess you can leave it today" she said.

"Thank you miss C, and remember..."

"en svensk tiger" they said in unison.

 

He then totted off in his usual manner, whistling and strutting like some sort of girl that had finally gotten a date.

He had one hour to make sure that the traitors paid their price.

First he had to find them, wasn't difficult, all he had to do was yell.

 

"Shimmer!" he screamed as loud as he could. She arrived instantly, not even bothering to ask why she had been called upon.

 

Norman took this to his advantadge and put a black bag over Shimmer's head, leaving her blind and unable to call for help.

Norman then carried her down into a basement and into a room that reeked of death and other horrors.

He put Shimmer in a chair and bound her wrists and legs, making sure that it hurt, he then removed the bag from Shimmer's head and left her staring into the darkness.

"Norman, what's all this about, is this a joke? if it is it's not funny" she shouted in fear

 

"If I was joking, I wouldn't have dragged you down, here, would I?" His voice was ice-cold, not an ounce of his usual cheeriness or anything, it wasn't like him at all.

"If you're not joking, then why did you drag me down here?" She asked though knowing she wouldn't like the answer.

"Nothing big, I just wanted to let you know that I don't take to kindly to back-talking, and I'm going to show you... my way".

 

With those words, he got to work, the first thing on the list was to punch her in the face and kick her in the stomach, making Shimmer grunt in pain.

Norman kept kicking her, harder and harder, soon, he was kicking as hard as he could, making Shimmer's body rock back and forth with each strike. That wasn't enough though, he launched a final kick with all his strength, sending a stream of bile from Shimmer's mouth.

The puddle of vomit was mixed with blood when she started coughing violently, sending red liquid and bits of teeth flying through the room.

Norman didn't stop there, he kept kicking and punching, sending a feeling of extreme pain through Shimmer's mind and a deep fear in her heart.

 

"Not that fun, eh, you should've thought of this before pushing me over the limit, whore".

Never before had Shimmer felt so vulnerable, neither had Norman felt so good. The grunts and groans from Shimmer was like music.

 

He felt like he had had his fun and decided to finish his job.

 

 He freed Shimmer from her bonds.

He then dissapeared from Shimmer's sight, leaving a wall of eyes, staring straight at her, examining every inch of her body.

Shimmer was just staring back, unable to move at all, she could only stare at the seemingly endless amount of eyes.

*splash*

Shimmer managed to rotate her head far enough to witness the source of the noise, on the floor, was Norman's face, still smiling that devillish smile he had 20 seconds ago.

 

"You were nothing but shit to me anyway, Shimmer" said a voice, coming from the eyes.

Out of the wall came a man, dressed in a black suit with a giant eye on it.

"Now, you'll be nothing but dog shit" he said.

Whilst they stared at eachother, Shimmer noticed that a big, black, eye-covered dog emerged from the man's right arm.

The deamon dog sped towards her, mouth wide open, revealing dozens of teeth.

Shimmer screamed in horror as the monster came closer.

 

The scream stopped, and a fountain of blood sparyed all the walls and the floor in crimson.

 

"That was fun" said Norman, returning to his normal form.

 

Now it was time for round two.