People wonder why I'm the villain, why I'm so twisted, why I'm so bent on killing my kid. You know what? I'm tired of keeping it in. I guess I'll start at my beginning.
I was never wanted, even as a kid. I ended up on the street when I was four. Yeah, yeah, poor kid. But even then I learned I was the best. No one could stand up to me. Then Minnow came along. It was love at first brawl, and she could punch like no tomorow. I was furious at her for winning, and hated myself for loosing. We where both sixteen when I fell in love. Then she went and got herself adopted. Now that set me off, and I vowed to get my revenge. That was, until ten years later, when she showed up and wanted to sleep with me. Five days later, we were getting along. She let me move in, and we got married. Everything was going smooth, until three years later, when she told me to hit the streets. According to her, she was pregnant, and I was a bad influence on the baby. So, after weeks of arguing, I stormed out, but I always was thinking about revenge. Of course, it wasn't against Minnow herself, but the child which tore us apart.
It just so happened that four years later, I figured out what to do. Minnow was out for the evening and her kid was at home with a sitter. Or so I thought. As I knocked on the door, Minnow opened up. I asked her where the kid was, and she told me to get lost. That angered me, and I lost it. I grabbed Minnow by the neck, and threw her against the wall. Then I took a match and threw it on her carpet, instantly lighting the place on fire. Then I just walked away.
So, you see, nothing is my fault. I didn't mean to kill her. All I want to do is get the kid out of my life. I will, just you wait.
