I was born to a family of god fearing bible thumbing humans, hehe.

I must have been quit a sight when they first laid eyes on me, when I first entered this world out of my holy mother.

Covered only in the warm, red, messy after math of my birth, with my ruby pupiless eyes staring blankly back at all of them, as they gaped back in utter horror.

No doctors around, only my mother, her mother, and my father, and some of my sisters. Maybe if a third party was around things might have been different, but no use thinking like that, what's done is done. Hehe.

They must have thought I was the devil in the flesh, or if I recall correctly "the anti-Christ", yes, that's what was said.

If the bible hadn't stopped my family, they would have been free to drown me in the nearest body of water they could find. And of course sending me off to an orphanage would have been like letting loose a rabid demon beast on the unsuspecting helpless world. No, they couldn't live with themselves if they did such a thing, I was their evil, and it was their duty to keep the world safely away from my sinister hands, they did what they must.

Which led me to spend all of my infant life in a plastic box within the small closet in my parent's bedroom, but when I learned to walk on two feet mother was so disturbed by my ability to move about the family found a new place for me to live; under the kitchen sink.

We had a large family, and a small house, so I was put in the only space available, and if I happened to drink some toxic substance while I was under there, then that was "unfortunate".

I was give one wool sheet and a lock on the cabinet door, of course the lock was on the outside of the cheap cabinet door, the only light I got was a thin line from where the small door met the floor. But I was a demon after all, my vermillion red eyes proved it, and my skin soon turned a colorless white, which couldn't have eerie complexion, and with out proper movement and nutrition I soon began to be able to see my bones under my thin layer of pale flesh, and I always felt cold and damp. There was hardly any room for me to lie, not that I was growing very tall, my only movement was my constant switching of positions in vein effort to find a comfit able spot. Besides it wasn't like I had the small cramped space all to myself, there were dozens of bottles keeping me company. Sometimes I hated all the plastic bottles surrounding me, staring at me, taking up my precious space, but we soon made piece when lay them down and found I could lay upon their comfit able round bodies. Now the bottles and I were friends, their skins were different colors, some where fatter then others, and soon I discovered their magic smells.

Their scents gave me a escape I never knew existed, I believed that I was evil, and good always over came evil, and thus evil would always be the prisoner of good, at least that's what I gathered from all the never-ceasing bible passages that flooded the small house, sometimes the bible was read by more then three people at a time, different passages, same stinging headache, and they seemed to echo in my small cell even after the readers had shut up. But my bottle friends undermined the bible! The bible! The most powerful creature on this earth! It had to be! Because so many people did what it asked of them with out question! I felt things I still can't express into words, my beautiful precious friends, they found a back door out of my misery, away from the good, I could feel. I felt my veins throb, pulse, pull, and I could see them clearly through my thin skin, and my head filled so full I floated right up into heaven. I used to savor the moments I could bask in the light, when my door was unlocked and opened a crack. But the light soon rejected me completely, it angrily burned my eyes, and even scorched my skin forcing my skin to turn tender and red, red was the color of evil, it was the color of me entirely. But I couldn't hate the light, light was for the good, but the smells...they were all mind. I could see things further from the light, they were stronger then the light. They were my red paradise.

But all pleasures come with a price. I was hooked, and like a weak starving leech I tried to consume as much of the red paradise smells as I possibly could, till I fell into a red heavy slumber with my red eyes gaping and still aware. But finally one day I didn't fall into a numb unconsciousness, instead my throat and lungs were laced with needles that stabbed deeply into them with every breath I took, until finally my throat tightened and stopped all breaths in me, until I fell onto my back convulsing violently, unable to keep my skull from knocking against the cold sink pipe, for the first time in my five year old life I felt the urge to scream but nothing escaped my throat. I gave up the fight, I was being punished. I had cheated, I found pleasure, and evil can't have pleasure, the bible was chocking me, I let it take my breath and my eyes fogged over in a dark red cloud.

When I awoke I was still badly throbbing on the inside and I will continue to hurt till this day. Even through my irking, constant pain, continued to use my red paradise smells, but only occasionally. I felt I had triumphed over the bible, it had failed to destroy me, and I never felt so strong, even though it left the relentless burning fire within my throat and lungs. Since then sleep came easier to me and I slept much, and I played with my bottles, or scratched things into the cheap wood surrounds with hard metal caps of the bottles.

But soon even my bottle friends betrayed me, they were losing their powers, even though mother would use them up and buy new ones, they all failed me, they could no longer take me to my red paradise no matter how hard I sniffed them in. My escape had been blocked off, and now for the first time I felt fear. The bible had found my secret escape, and now he finally killed it off. Good will always triumph and evil will always be its prisoner. The words echoed and spun around in my skull, the words and my pain were all that remained now. I was unable to sleep, and I found myself acutely listening to my good family, thinking of the words spoken. Then one day, it had to have been day because the light from under the door laid its thin fleeting warmth upon a laying bottle and my eyes stared at the bottle's inscriptions, the words on it's body, and the words spoken by the good family, and these scribbles on the bottles they belonged together, and with time I learned to read.

These are first words I learned to comprehend from the script on the bottle's body, I remember them so vividly, "caution: keep out of reach of children." Soon I read every word on each bottle a thousand times, then a thousand times over again, and I mimicked the words I liked by scratching them into the cheap wood cabinet surface.

I soon grew tired of the bottles, I had memorized and recognized their every mark, and I was left with this lust for more, I didn't want to be the prisoner, I need more, but I had long ago comprehended the stone cold fact that I was evil and not good, and that was all there was to it.

But with nothing better to think of, I thought only of a solution. Salvation for evil. Evil had to escape it's chains, it's solitude, it's dark cold hole. Finally I looked to the only thing I had for answers, my bottles. They had the answers, they must have the answers. I read them over, for the last time: "DO NOT EXPOSE TO HEAT, FIRE, FLAME. DO NOT STORE AT TEMPERATURES ABOVE 120 F. USE ONLY AS DIRECTED. INTENTIONAL MISUSE BY DELIBERATELY CONCENTRATING AND INHALING CONTENTS CAN BE HARMFUL OR FATAL."

The keys to escape were all there, the key word for my salvation; FLAME, FIRE.

I am evil

From the fiery flames of hell

And through flaming fire

Is my salvation

My mouth began to go dry suddenly, I felt a pulling sensation in my veins, and it streamed into my eyes, the pressure was so severe my eyes almost rolled back into my skull, but I would not allow them to, I forced my eyes wide open, I felt a small eruption, fallowed by a blinding brilliant glorious red light. When the light cleared I found myself surrounded by heat, burning red, yellow, and orange dancing light. They were evil like me; they destroyed, ate, burned, and smoked. The gorgeous flames became one with my toxic friends, and together they became stronger. I was warm, I felt strong and weak, my skin seemed to finally become firm and warm, not cold and damp. Shrilled screams could be heard beyond my flaming prison, they were piercing screams of the family, and I felt my lips stretch as a bright smile blossomed slowly on my face.

My new glorious, hot friends scorched my skin, it hurt and tickled, and I smiled deeper. I looked over at my flaming prison door, my salvation had come, I reached my hand toward the door and it was instantly consumed in pounding flames and blown outward, leaving a window into the kitchen, and to my pleasant surprise there to greet me; more much bigger fiery friends, they welcomed me into the house I could never be apart of until now. Their warm bright dark bodies consumed every inch of the house, save only for white tile floors, they were eating hungrily, and smoking heavily.

I flopped onto the tile floor, but like a new born horse I found I wasn't able to stand on my legs, I couldn't quit remember how to walk, but at this point in my life my legs were useless sticks anyway. Yet with out much hesitation I snaked my way through the tile, my face still embraced by a hopeful smile. My hands had only barely reached a carpeted floor, when I heard a loud dull thump; thump, thump, then my mother's mangled scorched body fell a few feet in front of me at the foot of the stairs. I slid a bit further, treading through the soft cheap carpet, it was a new sensation to me, and I red my body, and laid my face against it's softness, and just when I was sure to fall into the most pleasurable sleep I had ever known my mother's blue eyes popped open and instantly fell and focused solely on me, she shakily extended her dark black writhing arm and pointed a finger scorched to the bone with charred flesh hanging from it's end, and directed it at me.

Her mouth black mouth opened wide and you could see the pink tender pure unscorched tissue still in her, "Your are the evil one. You did this. Deliver us from this evil, lord, oh loooo-" I didn't know what irked me more, the pink that contrasted the beautiful darkness and red, or her hideous raspy voice, but a quick twitch of my evil eyes had incinerated her completely, I watched contently as her body was thoroughly burned and her body became black ash, no more pink. I smiled wider, but I was soon overwhelmed, and filled with fatigue, so I scooted up and gently lay myself upon her bed of ashes and slept, the best sleep I could have ever imagined.

I only remember waking up faintly, I remember sensations. Strong gloved hands picking me up, then being held against a strong figure wearing a mask, and the odd, almost frightening sensations of being hurriedly carried away, away from my warmth away from the soothing scent of smoke. I was laid down and a clear mask applied over my nose and mouth, the pure oxygen forced itself down my throat, and nearly choked me. My eyes gaped open and I coughed into the mask and sat up, and before my eyes I watched in disappear as water was shot onto the small flaming house, as I watched dark warm tears mourned for my dieing friends through both my red and neon green eye.

Red for my friend Fire. And neon green for my friend Toxic.