He was hideous. He'd seen what he was. He saw it in his father's eyes, and reflected once more in the liquid surface of his mother's saltine blood. He saw it in his father's horror, in the knife buried in his mother's breast. It was time for the ugliness to come to an end. So he withdrew his blade, withdrew it from the gaping flesh, and withdrew his own mind. He was hideous. At least he would be no longer. In a few weeks, his features would degrade, his soul long gone and unidentifiable from any other. In a few months, no one would be able to distinguish him from anyone at all. He would look finally look just like his mother - beautiful.
