"Freak!" "Demon!" "Kill him!" Zero ran as fast as his little seven year old legs could carry him. He kept running not even looking back. "Come to me, and I will make them go away," whispered a soothing voice. "Who said that?" said Zero as a beer bottle hit the ground right in front of him. He surprised himself as he was able to jump a clear foot into the air over the glass and continue running. "Trust me. If you release me then I will make sure no one ever bothers you again. You will be free, trust me," said the voice. "It's a dead end up ahead!" "That demon has nowhere to go!" Zero Spade.