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Date Posted: 11:54:09 01/02/03 Thu
Author: Donovan Travv
Subject: What Have You Unleashed? (Part 2)

~~:{>~~<~~I believe, if I remember right, the abuse started when I was in first grade. I dont know why they made fun of me. Who am I kidding. Of course I know why. I was smaller. I was quieter. I was standoffish. I wasnt one of them. I wasnt..normal. It began one day out on the playground. The pushing. The shoving. The name calling. The pain. The hurt. The anger. The hatred. It all started on the playground.~~>~~<}:~~

~~:{>~~<~~I remember one day...I was sitting alongside the fence on the south side of the playground. I was just minding my own business. At that time, I tended to stray from the other kids, hoping that they would just stay over at the jungle gym, or just keep playing basketball and ignore me. I didnt want them to come over and bother me. I didnt like it when they bothered me. But one day, a group of about five boys came over to where I was. As they took turns making fun of anything they could about me, they left, laughing. I cried that day.~~>~~<}:~~

~~:{>~~<~~Third grade. Same playground. I was in love with this girl. She was in the same class as me. I sat right behind her. She smelled good. And she was always nice to me. Always said hello and all those things. I liked her. Unfortunately, my feelings for her were pretty evident. And my classmates found out about them. One day, I was sitting on a bench, near the door to the school, praying that recess would end soon. The sooner it ended, the sooner I could get back to my seat. Back to safety. A group of about 10 kids came up. The girl I liked was one of them. Her name was Jennifer. That day, she had been wearing a red tshirt, blue jeans, and had her hair up in a ponytail. I liked it when she had a ponytail. The group came up and started making fun of me. Then, after they were done with that, one of the boys pointed out that I had a crush on Jennifer. They started laughing at me and asked her if she liked me too. Jennifer looked at them, looked at me, and quickly said, with a disgusted look on her face, "No way!! Look at him. He's just wierd. The only reason I talk to him is because my parents told me to be nice to him." And with that, the group walked off, laughing. I stared at Jennifer the whole time she walked off. She never said hi again. I never trusted females after that night. In the classroom, I switched seats. I moved to the opposite side of the room from her.~~>~~<}:~~

~~:{>~~<~~Fifth grade year. I was still at the same school. One more year, and I would get away from this accursed place. By this time, I wasnt really allowed to do anything. I wasnt allowed to play on the slide. I wasnt allowed to be on the swings. I wasnt even allowed to sit and watch the kids play basketball. If I even set foot near the field where they played kickball, I would be subject to jeers and laughter. So I just sat right next to the door of the school, hoping that it would open. The teachers at the school noticed that things were wrong, but they couldnt do anything about it. You cant teach kids to accept an outsider. You cant teach kids to love what they dont understand.~~>~~<}:~~

~~:{>~~<~~I was in seventh grade now. Now, instead of that damn playground mocking me, I had a new place for my classmates hatred to get its release..gym class. Always picked last, if picked at all. Most of the time, when it got down to me, the two teams would just walk off and the gym teacher would have to just send me to one side or the other. Didnt matter. The ball never came to me anyways. And if it ever did, it would quickly be taken away by someone else. I remember it was near the beginning of the school year. I had never seen community showers before. Never even understood what they were. After gym class, you were expected to take a shower. After class one day, I went over to inspect the showers and see what I was up against with them. My plans were to just take my time and let everyone else take their showers and just be late to my next class. But as I went over to look inside, another kid yelled out, "What are you doing, Travv?" I wheeled around, trying to figure out what I could have been doing wrong. It was then that the kid claimed that I had been trying to watch the guys shower. Even though I hadn't been, I really had no comeback. Before long, most of the school had found out. From that day on, I was labeled with that title. When people saw me, they didnt see Donovan Travv. They saw the kid that tried to see his classmates naked. Try living with that monkey on your back.~~>~~<}:~~

~~:{>~~<~~Eighth grade was basically just a year of humiliation. Theres the day that I was sitting out on the lawn during lunch hour, and a group of boys came up. They each had a cup of liquid in their hands. They offered me one, and after a bit of prodding, I accepted it. They said that they were all going to drink theirs on the count of three. The lead boy that had handed me the drink began to count down. At the count of three, I leaned back and took a sip of the drink. The boys cracked up hysterically and ran off laughing. It was only later that I found out the glass was full of the boy's piss. During the year, I would regularly recieve notes, either during class, or when I opened my locker door, telling me about how much they hated me. I took comfort in the fact they cared enough about me to at least WRITE DOWN that they hated me. I mean, they could have kept it to themselves, but they cared about me SO MUCH that they wanted to make sure that I KNEW they hated me. It made me so happy.~~>~~<}:~~

~~:{>~~<~~The rest of my high school years are a blur. A blur I try to forget daily. While everyone else in my class was enjoying friendships, relationships, and everything else, I had nothing. While my classmates partied, and dated..I stayed at home. While they had great times, and had memories that they would treasure forever...I had memories that would haunt my dreams forever. When they were getting ready for their proms, getting all dressed up, picking up their dates and pinning flowers to each other..I was watching television, eating a frozen pizza. And people wonder why I have so much hatred built up inside of me.~~>~~<}:~~

~~:{>~~<~~The hatred didnt stop when I graduated. Oh not by a longshot. It continued. Would you believe that I'm 26 and I've never had a date? Not even a kiss? Hard to believe isnt it?? But its true. I was lucky enough to find the job that I did. Lots of traveling. The traveling is fine by me, because it means I dont have to stay in one spot. I go insane if I stay in one spot too long. The demons from my past catch up to me. And they torment me. But now, I have a demon that can torment others. Yes..a demon..who listens to everything that I say. He didnt start out a monster..a demon. I helped him become that. But thats a different story all together. All that matters now, is that two troubled souls have come together. And have made their way here. Donovan Travv and Arioch..the Demon of Vengeance. Oh, you didnt know that? Well, yes..thats where Arioch comes from. You see, during my life, I've had a lot of time to study different things. And demonology..interested me. And it was during my studies that I stumbled upon the Demon of Vengeance...Arioch. Growing up, I always wished that I could find Arioch...that I could use his power to vanquish my foes. That I could get him, to help me get back at everyone who had ever hurt me. And then..I found him. I found my Arioch...in that dank, dirty, small, disgusting building in Chicago. I found him. And now, I've brought him here. And now, we will have our vengeance. We will extract it from all of you. And the first to taste our reign of vengeance..is Meyer Dillenger and Gyon. Gyon, the Hardcore Champion..and in your first match no less. Impressive. And Meyer..not a champion, but impressive none the less. Both of you..make worthy adversaries for my Demon. But you will still cower beneath him when the time comes. Both of you will feel the fear that overcomes you when you step in the ring with him. Gyon, you think that you will be able to show my Demon a thing or two? You think you'll be able to inflict pain on my Demon? I cant wait to see your face when youre in the ring with him. I cant wait to see the expression on EITHER of your faces, when you step in the ring with him. For my Demon is here. Arioch has been reinstated. What I have unleashed...let no man..stand a chance. Vengeance is mine, sayeth...Donovan Travv...~~>~~<}:~~

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