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<p class="MsoNormal">I ran over to where he stood, throwing myself at him, frantically kicking and punching him.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">This kind of situation wasn’t the first, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last. My secret life, this life, away from it all. The cowboy wrapping paper sprang into my head. My mum, wanting me to still be ''her'' little boy, away from this crap, where he never existed. I understood at that moment that she was just as much to blame as him. Years she had let this happen. Years I had shut it out, locked the door, like she wanted me to and crawl under the bed as he would beat her half to death. Only she would be the one to crawl back to him. I hated it, I hated him and most of all I hated her for allowing me to witness the bloodbaths over the years. Her excuses and lies that things would change.[[File:Marysue_5657.jpg|thumb|Like this, but for creepypasta.]]</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">It would never change, but, on my special day'', I'' changed and finally snapped. My inner demons, powers I never knew I had, surfaced. I stepped away from my stepfather, raised my hand and allowed electricity to pass through my fingertips. Things flew across the room at my will, hitting and spearing them both. They fell to the floor as finally death claimed them. A different type of silence surrounded me when it was all done. I stood there for the longest time, looking down and feeling nothing but utter relief. I knew then that this it was destined, inevitable. My life had turned as demonic power was born.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I finally ran out of the house and grabbed two of my stepdads sickles, feeling the strength in the steel as I gripped them tightly. I made my way towards the woods, frenzied but free. The fun had only just begun</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">. Every moment of anger, every thought of what I had done would now increase my telekinesis power and my hatred for human kind. </p>
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[[File:Tragicpastdoesnotmakeacharactergood.png|thumb]]FURBEARINGBRICK'S NOTE: The author STILL insists Grimsley isn't a Mary Sue because he has a tragic past! Tragic pasts count as a flaw, right? Heh heh heh heh, WRONG.
By the way, his "tragic past" appears to be nothing more than a persecution complex. Wah wah waaaaaah.
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