I looked around my padded cell, there was nothing to do, day in and out just these 4 walls. They called me many things, insane, mass murderer, psychotic. They couldn't understand the truth, all those people needed to die! THEY WERE EVIL, evil incarnate and no-one could understand that.

So they locked me up, said I would die to pay for my crimes. They told me to look into the eyes of the families who mourned for their loved ones. As I stared into their souls I knew no remorse because what I had done was justified and right. Why couldn't they see that?

"It's time" a voice came from beyond the door, several large men wheeled in what looked like a trolley and I was picked up, strapped in and carted off.

"Don't I get a last meal?" I questioned, thinking about a good old fashioned cooked breakfast. However my question was met with silence.

I think now is a good time to mention that the death penalty was abolished in my country some 30 something years ago, but apparently I was a special case. My "crimes" so heinous that special consideration was made for cases like me, I'd taken the world by storm with my actions. They called me a monster. Fools.

From my trolley I was roughly placed on some sort of dentist chair with straps, funny I had always hated the dentist. Tightly bound they injected me with something, no ceremony, no fanfare. Just quick and efficient. My eyes became heavy, my breath shallow and I could feel my consciousness fading. God help them for what's to come.

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I awoke, the sun radiating on my face, and cool summer breeze rushing around me. A small boy had poked me with a stick.

"Who are you, where am I?" I shouted getting up, the boy screamed running off saying something in a language I didn't understand. his clothes strange, as if he'd been to some sort of historical re-enactment.

I followed slowly after him, confused, how did I get here? where is here? He eventually ran out of my sight but I could see what direction he ran to over the next hill. As I reached the apex I stopped mouth agape.

This was not the world I knew, no, this was like I'd been sent to another world. Green fields, tall trees and very basic wooden huts to make a small village, roads made of trampled dirt. no concrete, no tarmac. I wonder if this is like those stories where someone gets transported to another world once they die. I wonder if I could use magic?

Concentrating hard I held my hand in front of me.

"FIREBALL" I shout yet nothing happens.

I guess it was too good to be true, I sit down on the grass overlooking the village my freedom seeming bittersweet. I pull out a packet of cigarettes from my jacket.

Wait was I wearing a jacket? I didn't have any smokes on me, I reach into my pocket and pull out a lighter as well. That definitely wasn't in there just now. I reach into my pocket a third time and pull out my phone.

Can I just make things appear? I light a cig and take a drag, the first one in god knows how long. I think about my first car, a 1985 VW golf in light blue, thing was rusted to hell, nothing worked and the wipers flailed about in anything heaver than a light drizzle, but it ran for years up until I crashed it into a ditch. God I loved that car.

I leaned back, and felt something solid up against me, as I turned round I saw it, a rusted 1985 golf in light blue. I laughed. Not the gentle chuckle you would do when bumping into an old friend after many years but a manic depraved laugh, a terrifying laugh.

I did have magic, the magic to summon anything from my world, all I had to do was think about it, and it would appear.

I stood atop the car whooping and screaming, I was a god amongst men. I had the ultimate power I...

I stopped, from atop the car I noticed something in the distance, hills from my childhood. I remember seeing them in the distance as I was growing up. I didn't notice them when I awoke but from atop this car it was clear as day. I was back home. Well, home but from a long time ago? or a long time in the future? Or maybe a different earth?

I had no answers but I didn't need them, my mind became as hot as the sun, the daze from waking up had faded, the distraction from being teleported or whatever had gone. It didn't matter where I was or when I was but I knew that my life's purpose remained unchanged.

"DeStRoY tHe EvIl OnEs" my brain chanted over and over again, quietly at fist but getting louder and louder until it roared over the sound of everything. That chant that came to me one day. That voice which gave me purpose, it was back and louder than ever. I threw my cigarette on the floor, and took a deep breath.

I could smell the evil, smell it from the village nearby. Men, women, children, pulsing with the evil. EVIL SEEPING THROUGH EVERY PORE IN THEIR BODY, SPILLING OUT INTO THE WORLD CORRUPTING EVERYTHING THEY TOUCH.

"BuRn ThEm, RiP tHeM, TeAr ThEm, ShReD tHeM" my goal clear, my body ready. Evil would lose. Nothing can stop us.

I picked up the chainsaw and checked to make sure the army bandolier belt was full of grenades. Oh god this ability is amazing.

I descended upon the village.

"BURN, RIP, SHRED, TEAR" I laughed. Evil would not stop me anymore.

It's time to change the world.