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A bully tells you to jump, what do you do?

You don't jump. Usually at these time, the victims learns their mental and physical strength. The bullies are just bullies. They can't hurt.

Physically is worse than mental. In Max's opinion. Mental is internal, the mind has the option blocking any unwanted attention if anyone asked the blusher question if .

'I'm not okay.'

Physical showed the scars. Wounds bared over the years during constant abuse, beatings, so many beatings resulting him begging for his life. Scars visible telling the stories his needn't tell.

"."

A voice spooked Max into flinching. Turning abruptly, his frightened gaze landed in the unexpected guest in the shadows, a demon at best, a human at arose.

"What?"

His interest peaked. Max's eyes narrowed in suspicion, stepping back a few more inches when a scratchy sound invaded his ears and shoes.

He was a few feet falling.

"Kid, your honestly thinking of killing yourself." The mysterious man laughed softly. "It's about the revenge you can take. Know your enemies."

Max knew a few things. Picking up over the years tid bits and little pieces of information as his bullies bragged about their enriching lives as they mocked his poor, moneyless self.

A fool's move. A good mine.

"They...live in the rich neighbourhood."

"See, ." A hint of pride swelled in Max's chest by the praise he was receiving. "And now you know their weakness. The rich push us down, but you know their lives more then they know yours. Use the info and get your vengeance."

"Vulnerable." Max repeated the earlier phrase, expression wistful as his eyes downcasted. "I..I didn't think this through. Thanks for a purpose."

"You remind me of your age. Two years younger you and me. Ten and twelve." The voice giggled, Max detecting a little masculinity. "Twelve and my parents are shit as yours. Take care of yourself, Max. And make the bullies pay."

Max watched the eye wink. The boy, he thought the person's gender to be such slipped into the shadows and out of sight, but not out of mind.

"Go for the vulnerable."

The mantra became his newfound internal motto whenever someone hurt him emotionally or physically. An eye for an eye as some phrased.

"Guess I have a reason to live."

Max never saw that person again.

"We strike before they are aware."

The persona leaned against the car, arms folded as Daniel droned on his plan how they'd catch the campers and enact some needed escape.

Don't you dare fucking hurt them!

His host shouted. The persona's personal mind focused on the memories flowing through the cracks of the mental cracks of these walls created.

Oozing, seeping-

He found it interesting.

Black ink fusing-

The persona gagged, stomach filling with vile involuntarily. It's throat's attempts are breath failed each and every time it inhaled and couldn't even try to exhale in and out.

Stop.

The walls created wanted to protects its hosts and would go any length in completing its sole mission the host proposed years earlier from today.

Stop trying. It'll win...

The host, Max, the true consciousness responded to its actions as it arms hugged the sides of the body wanting the mental ooze out and permanently gone.

Daniel's arms scooped the persona into his arms. It unconsciously appreciated the gesture until Daniel place on the car's roof. His eyes bore into its own.

"You okay?" He truly didn't care. "I don't need my ticket to scoring glitching out on me right now."

How the persona desired a knife to stab his neck.

"Whatever, Daniel." It muttered bitterly, jumping off the the car to look up where camp was. "Are we found or not? I want some vengeance and I want it now. My host can suck a duck if he thinks I'm giving up a perfect reunion."

It flashed Daniel and evil smirk. Then it placed a perfect smile to appease its apparent master. What a daring title to call himself. It amused the persona.

"Yes, yes! David will pay for his delay on ascension."

The persona stayed silent as they started travelling.

***

Camp camp went chaotic real fast.

"Fuckers are trying to kill us!"

After Daniel decided ambush at the last possible second, the person found itself wrestling a bully kid apparently named Nurf as some other kid yelled.

At the start, it was cute how he tried using his strength sending the persona off and sending him away into the grassy forest. That's when it got old.

It got old fast.

"You done yet?"

The person asked the question in what seemed the sixth time, keeping the emotionless as it both frightened and irritated the bigger child. His snide smile kept his place, simply stepping aside each time Nurf attempted futile punches.

"Not on your mother, you fucker!"

Nurf left an opening on his left side, and a phrase the persona felt sparked in the memories the host remembered those months ago on that roof.

"Go for the vulnerable."

Don't hurt him.

His host let out a whimper. The persona rolled its eyes as it twisted the hilted handle, slamming it into Nurf's head knocking the the bully on hi stomach.

Out cold.

Very much, fucker.

The persona felt like getting a cigarette based on dealing with annoyances as its host. Max. The little abused child who created him.

'...'

That he couldn't deny. Haha, bitch.

"Max!"

.

The only reason the persona knew these two were the memories of the good times as Max phrased it so kindly once upon a time. Must've been long ago if it was referred as an old memory.

I want to wrap my hands around you throat and strangle until you die choking on your own blood.

I'd never create you.

The persona turned its attention to the screaming duo honestly thinking it was anything modestly relating to Max in the slightest.

How cute.

"Max." Someone's holding him by the shoulders. "I know your in there. The swearer I know wouldn't gone into Daniel's shit! You took him down the first time!"

"C'mon, Max! Don't give into Daniel's shit!" Neil had that expression. His smug expression. "We all know he'll be defeated, all the bad guys are! Just like you!"

Did Nikki have to tell in his ear? Did Neil have to act as if he knew everything and any ring would happen if he predicted the future?

The persona blinked once. He shoved Nikki and watched as she fell to the ground, Neil immediately her side staring in concern.

.

At least someone actually cared for her.

Mother.

Max's anger electrified the adrenaline which caused an chained reaction. The knife controlled its hands, the persona raising the kitchen utensil.

"Max!..."

It's arm dropped it's side. Even as it's mind screamed, fought against the walls' demands letting no one hurt them anymore. It couldn't do it.

He couldn't hurt Nikki and Neil.

"Stay away.." He backed off step by step, pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes closing as he processed the vents. "Stay the away."

The persona's kegs carried it off further into the camp. It hoped Nikki and Neil chose not to go after Max and it. Emotions swirled, conflicting desires and what really mattered.

I care, you care.

Max said it matter of factly. Smugly, the bastard was right. The persona inherited Max's emotions, it was obligated in caring with the terrible twats.

Who?

Max's voice went mute. Only thing the two had in common was the mutual burning hatred. The person remembered another memories. A certain week.

Parents day.

Theirs never showed up. The bullshit it went through as the emotions passed honestly tempted it to cry. It couldn't, it wouldn't. Tears were weakness

Unlike its own.

"D-Daniel!"

A random person's shout snapped the persona out it's temporary trance. Eyes squinting forward, it wiped its sleeve over the tears once more to see more clearer into the forest.

"Now now, Davy~"

Max's blood froze cold.

Standing there was Daniel pinning David to the tree, knife held at the neck and another arm pressed on his neck looking it constructed necessary oxygen.

"We don't want you hurt."

The persona's body moves its own. Grabbing the knife, it sprinted over with echoing footsteps. Daniel had seconds to turn before something stabbed him in the back.

"You little shit!"

The persona was slammed on its back. Yelping in pain, it forced itself up as the other knife stabbed into the ground and not its intended target.

"M-Max." David's eyes were kind, hand clutching a bleeding wound. "T-thank you. You need to take care of him. I've been.."

David had been stabbed.

The persona and Max's emotions merged. The two fusing into one entity. One body. One mind.

One goal.

Kill the fucking cultist.

Daniel's eyes were crazed and disturbed. Max's short form provided distractions as he dodged side to side avoiding narrow stabs by the evil bearer of a murder weapon. Scary and fun.

"Maxie~...Come out, come wherever you are~"

Hiding behind a tree, he panted in and out a few lost breaths. The walls urged Max to run and be by himself. Leave the untrusting behind.

"Max."

He disobeyed. Staying seated and glancing back where he heard Daniel moments before. Sighing in silent relief, he stood and went to walk-

"Gotcha, little Max."

Daniel grabbed them scruff of his hoodie. Lifting the boy into air and making eye contact, crazy and normal eyes stared and contradicting their desires.

"I won't hurt them."

"You won't have to. You won't be here to."

Max's gut stung badly. Blood flowed through the white hoodie staining it in red colours all abound and it nearly colouring the whole clothing.

It. Freaking. Hurt.

Max laughed, another memories snakes it's way through the crowd of floating blurriness around him except this was perfectly clear for him.

The one time she's singing. Mother sat next to him in the bed cradling the three year old in her arms. Max looked into his mother's blacked bruised irises.

"You little cunt!"

"Shhhh.."

His mother soothed the toddler's worries. He clung to her shirt burying his face into her shirt. Father was home now and he didn't seem happy. Things weren't good when he wasn't positive.

"Sleep now. Mother's here."

The toddler's eyes grew heavy as the woman rocked him in her arms. The stars were pretty to his eyes and he smiled in his mother's embrace.

She weakly returned the gesture. As if counting the seconds, she placed a sudden kiss on his hands and put him into the bed before abruptly leaving. The door shut gently and yelling ensued.

Max's heavy eyelids closed, cherishing the moment.

It'd been the last time mother had been kind.

Max smiled weakly at Daniel.

Understanding his fate at last, his last thoughts were that he potentially saved someone's life even if he'd been an asshole to that certain someone.

Thank you, David. For being there.

Guess he was called Dadvid for good after all.

The wall closed on Max, mental images of breaking and collapsing bricks leaving a permanent positive feelings contradicting Daniel's evil smile.

"Don't die, Max."

"Shut the fuck up. Thanks, David."

His voice rasped in barely able use due the blood loss draining his energy to use his own free will moving his own body again.

"This was fun-..Ah!"

Something shoved Daniel to the ground, restraining them man's wrists behind his back. Probably Nurf by the huge hands and angry expression. Max's eyes focused on the figures moving closer.

Two sets of arms pulled him up.

Nikki and Neil.

And his vision finally blackened, leaving him muttering two words before he passed out due to the blood loss and dragged in exhaustion.

"Thanks, guys."

Their worried faces were the proof he needed after all these years of silence and paranoia. The mental sound of breaking buildings filled his hearing.

The walls were finally broken.