“You aren’t really going to let me go, are you?” The man asked resignedly. Shaking his head, the boy replied, “No. You preyed on children, sir. I can feel the darkness of your soul. You will never change. You are a stain on any world in which you reside, and I will not abide you in my reality.” With those words, the boy reached out, took the man’s head in his small but powerful hands, and twisted savagely. The man’s neck broke like a rotten twig, and his lifeless body slumped to the floor, arms still bound to the column behind him.”

− Cedric Nye −