Oh, how I hate that old man.

No, not man, more like demon in human skin. He looks pleasant enough, with his slightly balding  blonde hair, his sky blue eyes and his smile ever on his face. But isn't that the nature of of a demon?  To trick innocent people into believing that innocent look, to draw them in with temptations and desires, and when they are at the most vulnerable, to tear off their human shell and show the beast within?

I know from experience, you see. I remember well, 10 years ago, the cold nights on the harsh London streets. I was only 12 at the time, a innocent age. Well, not quite innocent. I had been an orphan for 8 years and ran away from my foster home 4 years ago, away from those abusive bullies.

Of course, it is only natural that while I was on the streets I had to do some bad things, steal some things, con some people. But it was all a matter of survival. Most people would look down at me, after all, I have no education, none of the musical or colourful arts, the only art I have is of the tongue.

I learnt quick enough that on the street, you need to be able to make people side with you. It is how you survive when you're so small, and now look at me, where I am now. 22, assistant to the Genetic Engineer of this century who is soon to reveal his 'beautiful' project, as he calls it. A project he has been working on for 15 years now.

The poor old man, not that he doesn't have it coming to him, but I am able to feel something that wretched creature cannot; sympathy, pity and empathy. I was 12 when I first met him, not that I think he can remember now, a young boy. Sure, I was hardened by the streets, but no matter how much a child sees, he still wants love and someone to depend on.

Then, as if by a act of God, the Demon finds me. I thought of him as something to be worshipped, he was from the upper classes, I could tell by his smell, his car, hell, his car had a driver! And how he knew everything. He knew all about me, said he saw all the bad things I did, and was here to take me to a better place, to make me happy.

Oh the liar! I followed him alright, right into the pit of snakes. I followed him into the car, he didn't even care about the mud I brought in,