Watching afar, Jason grabs the chain of the swing and thrusts himself upon the eroded, black seat. His legs are thrown into the air, and just as quickly as they are pulled back. Repeatedly. I watch closely as his smile reaches his ears and his eyes gently diminish. Suddenly, he makes an unsuccessful attempt to jump off mid-swing, causing him to clash with another boy frockling on the ground. Before he could hit the ground, I dropped my hands and pushed my feet into the concrete, sprinting towards him. The echoes of a giggle and a cry dramatically whispered through the air. Confusion struck my mind as my eyes zoomed in on the grin that blanketed the face of Jason.

“Wh- why the fuck are you laughing, Jason?” I franked. He continued, never-ending. His laugh clamoured aloud like the crowd of a comedy show. Jason, inhumanely, continued to force his weight upon the poor, bloodsoaked boy, making it difficult to pull him away. I screamed. I could hear the breathlessness of the young boy, gasping for air, pleading for help. Within moments of yelling for help, a man captured my urgency and ran over to help. I never knew I could bring such evil into this world and little did I know, this was only the start.