"Because I came from you, does that mean I'm capable of killing? That I'll be addicted to blood? That I'll get off on torturing people?"The kid had questions.I didn't blame him.He'd only heard one side, and it wasn't mine."Why did you hate my mother?"Now, that was a story worth telling.But, to do that, I had to bring the kid back to the very beginning. When the killing and the blood and the torture had all started.When I was truly happy.When I was...