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Lord Mesota After birth my family disowned my mother. Controlled by the grief she committed suicide when I was 10. I was then taken in by my Uncle and Aunt. When I tuned 15 I found my powers and began using them on our trees, which they really didn’t like. They forbid me too use my powers after I leveled there mini forest. When I turned 19 I moved away and lost contact with them. I went to a small town in Iowa, away from the city and from the rest of the world. I refused to have much contact with those in my neighborhood, thinking that the powers would cause problems. I continued to practice in my basement. Even though hundreds of gallons were sent through the drain, no one seemed to care. I grew fearful that someone was beginning to wonder why I was the only one not to care about what was going on around town. I began to follow this person. Began to stalk him. He lived alone, not even a pet to keep him company. He was normal, as normal as he could be in this town. Two weeks after I began following him he began to notice small things happening around him. Usually just cracking sticks and leafs around him, but it grew to shadows and larger sounds. One night he saw me outside his window. I had to run back but I feared he knew who I was. The next night I went to his house, and cut his phone lines, thank god he wasn’t on the net. I crawled into his bedroom and walked down to the living room. He had fallen asleep on the couch while the cops theme song played. I walked up and smiled at him, how peaceful. I grabbed the knife and placed it on his neck. He woke up and sat up, making my knife cut into his throat. He screamed in pain, so I had to stab him, again, and again, and again. I cried while I did this, remembering what my family had done. I took his body deep into the woods and buried it under a creak, hoping the fish would take care of the body. I returned to my home and found that everything was still very quiet. I removed my blood stained clothing and washed it in my basement. The red water spun around the drain and made me dizzy. When I awoke, it was morning. I walked upstairs and turned on the news. Nothing. I was free. That night I walked outside to a burning house down the street. I walked over and noticed that it was his house! The city had decided to burn it and not let the murder leek out. No one seemed to care at all that someone just died. No investigation. No suspects. No worry! Three months and still no word of what had happened… I think I’m gonna like this town.
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