Remember boy, I made you who you are today. I'm the reason you're alive... remember.
"I'm hungry mummy." The little boys eyes were sunk in their sockets and his ribs could be seen clearly through his shirt.
She narrowed her eyes, still glazed from the effects of drugs. "Shut up you rotten bleeder, you'll be lucky if all you get is a smack from me." she shoved past him, knocking him to the ground.
The boy cried. Like the town he was nameless. No one cared. The boy was alone.He stood up and walked out of the house.
He spent days wondering the streets only himself to talk to. Poor little boy. He wandered until he came across a man with a face devoid of any joy. Instead his face contorted into an angry sneer. The old man glared at the boy; eyes watching his every movement.
Suddenly the old man started towards the boy.
It was not known why the man raised his hand to the boy and struck him so that he fell to the floor and then continued to beat him. No one knew how long the beating went on for. All anyone remembers is the screams.
The screams and the body that had been ripped to shreds as though it'd been torn apart by an animal.
But only the boy knew of Niklaus.
I didn't dispose of the bodies. Niklaus decided that it was necessary to send a warning to the rest of the town: we were coming for them.