Michael knew she wanted to hurt him. That's all she ever did was hurt him, but to tell the police she had evidence that could put Michael away for the rest of his life? Or even get him the gas chamber? It was an all new low for Laurie. The walls of his closet were cold and bare. His pictures were gone. His tablets were gone. They even took all his beautiful clothes Nothing was left in his closet but some bare walls and shards of glass from a broken mirror he'd busted a long time ago. Every part of Michael's being came alive. He'd never felt so alive in his entire life. His nostrils tingled with delight as the scent of his mother's perfume filled the air, and the smell of revenge tickled his nostrils. The hair on his arms stood on end warning him what might lay ahead. His mind permeated as every memory of his childhood shot through it like a bullet, intensifying every emotion he'd ever felt for the last twenty-one years. His ears heard every scream he ever screamed in his lifetime. "A monster, so ugly and fierce grew inside Michael's mind and heart. A heart once so caring he dreamt of nothing but 'saving' the poor souls of this world from cruel and heartless people. Now his heart cold with anger and hatred could only think of one thing and one thing only. Michael opened the door of his closet, and released the monster into the world of cold heartless people and remorseless revenge."