Beaten, bullied, cursed

November 2, 2012. Richards current age: 15

Richard walked down the steps leading to his garage. Richard lived with his parents at this time, and his bed room was in their garage. Richard sat on the edge of his bed, tears streaming down his face. He didn't make a sound as the tears fell from his eyes. His parents weren't home, but he just wanted some quiet. Richard was left all alone since his friend committed suicide, they were both bullied in school and his friend jake decided he couldn't take it anymore. Jake had popped his fathers pistol into his mouth and ended his life a few weeks prior to this current period in time. Richard pulled an old rope out from under his bed, he tied it to a hook in his ceiling and turned the other end into a loop. He was finishing the loop when he heard someone speak.

"Hey kid." A ruff voice said. Richard jumped a bit, half expecting it to be one of his parents. But it didn't sound like anyone he knew. He looked over to see an old man stand in the middle of the room, he was holding a cane with a silver skull on the top of it. The man had a slight smirk on his face.

"Who the fuck are you? And why the hell are you in here?" Richard asked.

"Who I am, is not important." He looked at Richards Harley. "Nice ride. But what is important, is what I can do for you."

"What you can do for me?" Richard repeated.

"What if I told you, there was a way to get to jerks to stop messing with you? To get, justice, for what they've done to you, and your friend." The man said. Richard chuckled a bit and put his hands in his jacket pockets.

"Oh really? And how is it you plan to do that?" Richard asked. The man smirked a bit more, he pulled a packet of paper out.

"Just sign this document, and leave the rest to me kid." He said. Richard looked at the paper and shrugged.

"I don't have a pen." Richard said.

"Well, the contract can also be signed... In blood. Even just a tiny drop will do." The man said. Richard looked over at his desk, there sat his two metal chains, each one had a sharpened hook on it. he would normally use the hooks to help hold his bike down on the flat bed of a truck, but they had a different purpose now. Rich slowly approached the table, his heart rate increasing with each step. He grasped the bottom of the hook in his right hand, and used the hook to prick his thumb on his left hand. He put the chain down, and walked over to the man. He was still holding the packet out with a grin on his face. Richard pushed his thumb down onto the paper and pulled his hand away.

The man smiled and rolled the packet up, he placed it inside his jacket and extended his hand as if to shake. Richard took the mans hand, and when he did, he got really hot. His skin started to smoke and burn away.

"What did you do to me!" He said in pain, one of Richard eye sockets was already an empty black pit. Richards voice was already changing a bit from the transformation process.

"I'm turning you, into your means of revenge. You made the deal, after all." The man chuckled.

"You! Didn't tell me that this would happen!" Richard said, his voice was now demonic, and his skin was gone, revealing a charcoal black skull. A thick plume of black smoke was coming off of his skeleton. The metal studs on the shoulders of his jacket turned into six sharp spikes. "Change me back!" The man stopped laughing for a second.

"Hmmm... No." He said, he began laughing again. Richard lunged at him, but he disappeared. Richard put the chains he was carrying into his pockets. He burst into flames and let out a demonic roar. The garage door opened, and there stood Richards father and mother. Richard managed to get one thing out in his final minutes of control over his body.

"Help me." He said quietly. Richards parents looked at him in disgust.

"Richard!? What did you do!?" His father said.

"I.. Made a deal." He said.

"A deal with who, the devil?!" His father said.

"I... I guess." He said he said slowly.

"Richard, this is the last straw! Get out! And don't come back!" His father yelled.

"But... I."

"Out!" He screamed. Richard stumbled back a few steps at his fathers sudden volume. He quickly got on his bike and drove off. Richard felt like he had just died inside. Halfway down the block Richard lost control of his body, and something else took control. It was heading right for its first targets, Richards bullies. There was a school dance that night, and they all were going. The spirit possessing Richard stopped In front of the school, he got off the bike and started walking towards the building. He kicked in the front door and walked toward the gymnasium. He pulled the chains from his pockets and dragged them behind him. He walked through the gym doors after throwing a door man through them. The music stopped and everyone looked at Richard, or rather, what Richard was now. The spirit spotted one of the bullies, He pointed at the boy.

"McLain." He said. The boy looked at him with his eyes squinted.

"Garret?" He said. The spirit swung the chain in his right hand, the chain wrapped around McLain's body. The spirit pulled McLain off his feet and dragged him to it. He spirit picked the boy up the the shirt collar.

"Your constant teasing lead to the death of Jacob Flare, for this you must be punished." The spirit said.

"Punished how?!" McLain said nervously.

"Look into my eyes! Your soul is stained by the blood of the innocent! feel their pain!" As the boy started to scream, the spirit laughed demonically. The boy disintegrated and the thing stop laughing. It looked at all the people who had wronged Richard and jake. from Richard perspective, everything went silent after the death of the first boy. The thing started swinging it's chains around, instantly torching all who had done wrong against Richard. From the things perspective, there was screaming, foot steps and the sounds of clanking metal. But Richards world was still silent out of pure shock. He was a prisoner in his own body, forced to watch as its possesser killed people without mercy. After all the bullies were dead, the thing turned and left the building.

It traveled to the nearby town of canterlot before it stopped its bike and got off. The sun was coming up, and it was transforming back into Richard. After a painful transformation, Richard fell unconscious into the soft grass of canterlot high schools front lawn.