I was a child abductor

I wasn’t always that way. It’s not something I wanted, nor desired. In fact it’s the exact opposite. <br><br>As a child I was abducted and probed. They called it the “Ritual of Transmutation.” I was four years old when they first took me. I don’t remember much, but I do remember the pain and the coldness of the metal table. My parents told me I was too young to remember such things, that most likely I was just a product of my own imagination. But I knew what I saw. The creatures with giant heads and black eyes. I knew what they did to me, and it hurt.<br><br>It wasn’t until I was 10 when I realized what they did to me was not normal. I had been abducted several times, and I remember each time in vivid detail. My parents told me I had nightmares, and that they weren’t real. I knew they weren’t dreams. They were real.<br><br>But I knew I was different. Something inside me told me that I was different than the other kids. I was not like them. I was one of them.<br><br>At the age of 13, I knew I was correct. I had spent most of my life doing my own research on the abductions and researching how to do them. I knew that the other kids were not like me, they too were human. I was not. I was one of them.<br><br>It was in a barn on the outskirts of the town I grew up in where I first did it. I had a few months of training with a man named Dr. Zhang. He was a Chinese scientist that said he worked with aliens. I didn’t care about who he worked with, as long as he could teach me.<br><br>He taught me everything. From how to knock someone out, to how to perform operations. He taught me what tools to use and how to use them. He even taught me how to make the suits that they wore.<br><br>I spent the months of training learning everything I could. I read books, talked to Dr. Zhang, and spent hours in that barn training. I killed animals at first. I needed to know if I could do it. The first few times I was unable to. It was too much for me to handle. But eventually I got the guts to do it.<br><br>I remember the first time I was able to do it. It was a stray dog I had found. I named him Mr. Jenkins. I cried when I did it to him, but I knew it needed to be done. And I knew I could do it.<br><br>I had been training for months when I was finally ready. I had everything. The ship was built, the suits were made, and the tools were at my disposable. I was ready.<br><br>It was on a dark stormy night that it happened. I snuck into the local park and found a little girl. She was by herself playing on the swings. I snuck up behind her and knocked her out. I knew I couldn’t let her see me. I couldn’t let her know who I was.<br><br>I put her on a stretcher and rolled her into the back of a van. I had spent the last few weeks driving it around pretending to be a delivery man. It was the perfect vehicle. It was also free. The previous owner was a local boy who caught a stray baseball in his temple. He was dead before he hit the ground.<br><br>When we were back at the barn, I got to work. I undressed her, and strapped her to the table. I put on the suit and began the ritual. She was crying, but she couldn’t see me. She didn’t know who I was, and I didn’t tell her. I was someone else. I was one of them.<br><br>I performed the ritual with precision. I had never been so happy in my life. I did everything perfectly. I was one of them.<br><br>I left her in the field. I didn’t care if she woke up or not. She was gone. She would never be the same. I was happy.<br><br>It happened several more times after that. I would go out and find children. I would abduct them, and I would perform the ritual. I was one of them.<br><br>It was a good life. I was finally one of them. I was happy. I was who I was meant to be.<br><br>But it all changed one day.<br><br>Something was different. I don’t know what it was. I just know it was different. Up until this point I had been sloppy. I had left evidence. I had messed up the ritual. I had messed up everything. But today I did not. I was perfect.<br><br>It was a few days later when I saw her for the first time. I was walking down the street. She was with another girl. They were laughing and smiling. I recognized her immediately. She was the second girl I had abducted. My second transmutation.<br><br>I followed her for a few days. I saw her with a few other girls. All of which I recognized. They were my previous experiments. I didn’t know what to do. I just watched.<br><br>It wasn’t until I saw her with all of them that I knew I had to do something. There were 6 of them. All of my previous transmutations. They were my failures. My mistakes.<br><br>I didn’t know what to do. I watched for a few more days. I saw them talking, laughing, and smiling. I saw them as humans. I realized I wasn’t one of them. I was human. I was just a boy with a dream. But it was too late. I had already done it.<br><br>It was a stormy night, much like the first time I did it. I was in the park. I saw her. I knew I had to do it. I ran up behind her and grabbed her. I knocked her out and put her over my shoulder. I ran as fast as I could to the van.<br><br>I didn’t care who saw me. I didn’t care if I got caught. I had to do it. I put her in the back of the van and drove to the barn. I didn’t say anything to her. I just kept driving.<br><br>When I got to the barn I had everything set up. I was ready. I took her out of the van and put her on the table. I strapped her down and put on my suit. I looked into her eyes and saw a glimmer of hope. She didn’t recognize me. She didn’t know who I was.<br><br>I began the ritual just as I had done every other time. But this time was different. This time I knew what I was doing. This time I knew I had failed.<br><br>I could see her trembling with fear. I could hear her crying. I could see the tears in her eyes. I knew I had messed up.<br><br>I stopped. I couldn’t do it. I knew I wasn’t who I thought I was. I was human. I was a failure.<br><br>She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, “Stop.”<br><br>I did.<br><br>I unstrapped her and let her go. I watched as she ran away. I knew I would never see her again.<br><br>I burned the barn down. I burned everything. I left.<br><br>I am currently in hiding. I know the police are looking for me. I know they will eventually catch me. I am writing this as my confession. I am sorry for what I have done. I know I will probably never see the outside world again. But I am happy for the first time in my life. I am finally who I was meant to be. I am human.<br><br>I am no longer the Child Abductor.