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interests, thankfully. Umm, I was adopted by two selfish idiots who raised me for the strict spoilation of their daughter, the most wicked little step sister ever to exist.”
    He took a huge drag of his cigarette, inhaled loudly, and then continued talking, the smoke coming out with his words. “I mean I don’t hold it against her, seeing as they made her what she is, and yes is, she is still a little monster only not little now. And I might not be quick to hit the brakes if she appeared in the road suddenly,” he said, quite seriously. “I used to feel bad that she was in a wheel-chair until I realized she used it as a bull-dozer. I swear you never seen anything like it, I was only seven when I met her.”
    “What was wrong with her?” Isadore clung to his story, her life preserver.
    “Myel…Meyeloschisis. A severe form of spinal bfida. Led to leg weakness at first but by the time I arrived, she was four and in a wheel chair.” He barked out a laugh. “At first I was like ohhh, poor thing, isn't she so sweet. Until I realized she was the Satan's spawn with a set of wheels. I know how that sounds, trust me, but she was a little manipulator. Conniving manipulator, using her illness to make people dance in her sick little private show. And she did it superbly. Her acting skills made Audrey Hepburne look like a wooden puppet.” Another hard drag off the cigarette. “Look, it takes its toll on a seven year old really quick. A seven year old already torn from their family by natural disaster.”
    “Natural disaster,” Ruin whispered, dryly.
    “Hey!” He aimed his cigarette at the rear view mirror. “That fire was from lightening, that’s natural.” Sam sounded defensive, like he'd argued over it before, only not with Ruin. He drove in silence for a bit and continued in all casualness, “So yeah, my family burned to death in a fire, I tried to save them. I slept in the basement for fun but I saw the fire before it came. I just…I was tired of being scolded for saying bad things I saw. And so that time I didn’t. Not that it would have made a difference,’ Sam said lightly. But Isadore heard the guilt in his tone. Of somebody who had the power to save a life and didn’t use it. On his own family no less.
    “Any who, I realized later I was adopted for a political angle. Mr. Jacobs needed a good charitable deed on his record and a play mate for Satan’s little princess. I do get to be grateful for a few things. I got surgery for the burns so that I wasn’t entirely deformed, was sent to the best schools, and trained in every art the little demonized child desired to see me train in. She was on a serious power trip that started when she was two, I wager. Whatever she wanted, she got and I was suddenly the live-in entertainment pet. ‘Mommy, I want Sam to play the trumpet. Mommy, I want Sam to play me the drums. Mommy, I want Sam to do ballet. Mommy I want Sam to come to school with me.’
    “It was sick. But by the time little Sam got to be twelve, he’d gained a little wisdom, formulated an escape plan." He glanced at Isadore with a gleam in his eyes. "I began to terrorize her, setting up traps that I’d save her from. I had her convinced that she was being haunted by a wheel-chair demon and that my gift of sight allowed me to see him. But in order for me to truly protect her, I needed to be a ninja.” He grinned at that. “So then it was, ‘Mommy I want Sam to be a Ninja!” Sam gave a truly sadistic laugh at that with a victorious fist pump.
    “Wow,” Isadore said, amazed. “And so they put you through school for that?”
    His eyes got huge. “They did! And it was rigorous, lots of time away from home,” he nodded, pouting then giving a grin. “Ahhhh the power of fear, oh God, I know, I know,” he muttered in pain. “There’s a special place in hell for people who fffrack with the handicap, and I’m pretty sure I have a mansion waiting for me there.” He rolled the window down and flicked