Blood Rain

9:00 p.m December 1, 2004

"Alright honey. Time for bed." his mom called from kitchen.

"Heh," Cody laughed.

"What is it sweetie?" his mom asked as she heard his laugh.

She turned around, seeing that he had duct tape and a butcher knife in his hands, which were blood-stained.

"Nothing." his head jerked to the side, he spoke in a much more demonic voice, "NO! Savior."

His mom looked puzzled and frightened.

Cody ran towards his mom and stabbed her in the neck. He then rapped her neck in duct tape.

He then cut into her cheek.

She felt light-headed and then passed-out.

Cody pressed his hand in the blood and wrote on the wall "Ego sum, salutari" It means "I am the Savoir" in Latin.

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He woke up on a bed along side a alley-way.

Cody had been having these terrible dreams for sometime now...Exactly ever since he was born.

He had very dark ash-black bags under his eyes.

Cody looked at the alley-way exit as he took a puff of his blunt he had rolled the previous night.

As he exhaled he said, in Latin, "Back to the grind."

He had been speaking in this native tongue ever since he had his alter ego.

He though that it must of been a Latin creature. Cody ignored it many times. And ignored the thoughts that it gave him.

Cody was now 15 and he had many responsibilities.

He had a sister but she was found dead a couple of days ago.

He woke up that night to find his hands blood-soaked.

Cody walked out of the alley looking at both sides of the abandoned road. The road wasn't active anyway but he did it because it made him feel more human.

He walked along the side walk noticing all the sick homeless people.

Then a mysterious hand jetted out and grabbed his leg.

"Hey bum. Get your filthy hand of me." he scorned.

"Oh sorry." he talked as if he was trying to hide his real voice.

And Cody noticed that he had a British accent in his voice.

The man also didn't sit like any normal person.

Cody thought nothing of it and headed off in the direction of a abandoned store.

Where he grew his Pot.

"Alright my babies. Daddy is back." he shouted amongst the small field of weed.

But he noticed a couple of the plants were snipped.

It was fresh. He also noticed a piece of cloth on the ground. It smelled of Sulfer and Crack.

"Ha Ha. If there is anybody in here. You will pay for stealing."

He saw a shadow scatter over to the corner of a dark room.

"I-I don't know what went wrong." it said from the shadows.

Cody thought it was mocking him.

"Alright asshole." He ran towards the voice.

He felt to legs kick him in the face, simultaneously.

"Nice hit." he wiped his hand on his lip, which was bleeding, "Not good enough."

Cody jumped towards the object again this time grabbing it. And pulling it out of the shadows.

"Now I gotch-" He looked at what he had just caught. A animal that had eyes darting off in separate directions. And it sat like a horse would (If it ever did).

"What the fuuuck?-" Cody was hit in the back of the head with a beer bottle.

He woke up to see to pony-like creatures standing in front of him. Looking at a portal that amazed Cody.

He noticed one of them looked like the bum he saw grab his leg.

"Hey. You." he shouted to the figure.

His head was slammed into the pavement of the store.

"Don't talk." one of them said, as the other jumped through the portal.

Cody was knocked out once again.

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He woke up at night. Noticing a knot on his head. Resembling the multiple bottles to his head.

"Ow." he said to himself.

"This wouldn't of happened if you would haven't of been stupid." a voice said inside his head.

"Brandon shut up." Cody said to the voice.

Brandon was his "Other" side.

Brandon was the reason that Cody could speak in Latin.

Cody knew that Brandon was an ancient Latin demon.

Cody had thought Brandon was responsible for all the murders he had committed.

Cody suddenly looked up at the moon and noticed it was a crescent.

His head jerked to the side. His eyes filling with red.

"Ha Ha," he laughed, "Ego sum salutari."

He said once again in Latin.

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He looked over to the store that he had been assaulted in.

"Looks like someone needs a lesson." Brandon spoke in Pig Latin.

Brandon walked into the store and saw a figure walking in the hallway near him.

He smiled, he cleared his throat loudly.

The figure turned around and walked towards him.

Brandon then slid a shard of glass out of his sleeve.

Ever since the town he lived in was pretty much deserted. He had to resort to almost caveman-like ways to kill.

The figure got closer.

Brandon jumped out and got behind it. He grabbed the figure by the neck.

He pressed the glass against its neck.

"Looks like it is to late." he said as he drug the jagged glass across its neck.

He looked down at his victim.

Noticing it looked like a "she".

"Stupid bitch." he leaned down to the body, seeing that it wasn't human but rather a pony.

"Oh my Celestia!" another figure ran into the room, shocked.

"Hey stop!" Brandon yelled towards it.

It ran into a office. Brandon followed.

He saw it jump into a portal, he followed it into the swirling vortex.

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Cody woke up in a smoky atmosphere.

"What the fuck?" he looked up, coughing.

He saw a dark figure in the distance, "HEY!"

It ran off.

Cody got up and dusted himself off.

He noticed many holes in the ground, signifying that there had been bombs going off here.

"I have to get back to my home. I have already ruined on world I don't want to ruin this one."

He looked up at the sky, hoping to see the sun or the moon. But all he saw was a gray smog blocking out any type of light to pass through it.

He walked over to a abandoned house.

He fell down on the floor instantaneously. He felt weak.

This always happened before he....Turned.

"Hello any body home." Brandon said getting up.

He busted down many doors downstairs, when he noticed and upstair bedroom. That seemed locked.

"Mmm...Perfect." The demon said to himself.

Brandon walked up to the door. He kicked it with great force but it didn't budge.

He tried again, no success.

He peeped through the peep-hole that was busted out.

"Mmm... Guests." he said noticed movement in the room.

"GO AWAY!" a voice said in the room.

"Oh don't worry I am here to help." Brandon lied, rolling his eyes.

The door, opening to a pony.

Brandon kicked it aside.

"Hey get off of her!" Another pony shouted beside him.

Brandon looked across the room noticing some rope hanging from a mantle.

He tied both of the ponies up. He tied them to each of the beds in the room.

"We are gonna have some fun." Brandon said rubbing his hands together. Pulling out a piece of glass out of his pocket.