Damien Mastel rose from his bed and walked into his kitchen. He let out a mighty yawn and took out several eggs. He brought them over to the stove when his foot bumped into a dead body. Damien sighed. He had forgotten about this one. Annoyed, Damien have the corpse a heavy kick, rolling it over only a few inches. He cracked the eggs, wishing ever so much that these could instead be human skulls. Damien Mastel had become unhinged ever since the murder of his son and the suicide of his wife shortly afterwards. He had been disappointed when he heard the news, he would have liked to do it himself. Damien instead gave himself the pleasure of killing his several pets. He might be insane, but Damien Mastel was no fool. Homicide would not be easy to escape for the third time. So the man resorted to buying animals and torturing them, ripping limbs off as if the action was opening gifts on a Christmas Day rather than be a morbid task. 

After Damien ate, the man left his home and drove to work. His job in the warehouse was far from exciting, but it provided a good cover from his past life. On his way to work that day, Damien felt a sharp pain in his head. Unfortunately for him, he had been driving. The car was no longer in control and the vehicle crashed into a tree. Several people quickly came outside to observe the accident. Damien was unharmed, but he was not the same. Damien looked around at the crowd of people that had appeared. He saw each individual look away, some looked pale and sweaty, and the group in general looked nervous. This was when Damien felt something 'click' inside his mind, something that felt so natural yet so new. He could sense the fear, the apprehension, the pure [i]terror[/i] rolling off of their bodies. Damien took a step forward and the crowd scattered. 

[i]What the hell is happening? [/i] Damien thought.