Scorpion Man

He was born a simple minded human being, known to wreck evil in every possible way. He takes the life of humanity for his pleasure and is a completely unstoppable force, immortal and never-ending. He never sleeps, taking his prey during any time of the day. He can be anywhere he wants to be. He is the Scorpion Man.
Harold Roberts was a pretty misunderstood kid, and really didn't have the best life. His mother died when he was three and he lived with a drunk dad who didn't care for him. He was constantly bullied and had one friend and many enemies. He had a girlfriend, one of the only two with any knowledge to survive one of his encounters. She took no damage during the incident. Anyone else specified in this passage is put in here legally and will probably not fear lawsuit, because Barbara, his girlfriend, has allowed information on her to be specified. All others are deceased or missing. But that's not the case...because I'm the other survivor.
Again, it was an average day. Harold came to school, dressed in uniform. He left, with bruises and scars from his father's abusive behaviors and the football team bullies. No one had seen him for the past 30 minutes since school had let out. Scientific evidence showed on a videotape taken later that he had been sitting in an empty classroom. He had been sobbing the entire time. Distorted voices came from nowhere, but some people's full names came out even with the poor static quality. Anything from that point evidence-wise on is completely classified or destroyed. He simply sat there, until a puff of red smoke happened. However, as a student at the time, I could not watch anything but in horror as a fat man with a business suit and small horns approached him. The room was completely filled with blood and smoke. They talked for about a few minutes, and I tried to leave, but when I tried, I fell over and completely blacked out. No one has seen Harold since, but scientifically calculating, he is the victim of this mutation.
From that point on, I only witnessed the first murder. By the time I had seen Harold again, he wasn't himself. No, he was completely different. He had the head of some bug, two pincers, four hands with VERY sharp nails, and a insect-like feet, something like a centipede. I couldn't tell. Obviously, since only about 10 minutes had passed since I had blacked out, this was most likely his first victim. Butch, the football captain, was standing alone in the hallway. It was completely dark. One of his eyes was missing, which I quickly realized was on the Scorpion Man's tail end. He had a bunch of gashes all over his body and he was screaming the entire time. It was like no one but me had even heard him, since no one was even there but me. Blood covered the lockers entirely. Of course, Butch didn't have long to live. Harold grabbed him by the throat and a distorted, demonic voice uttered, "You should feel proud. You'll be the first to hell. Maybe you can even be the greeter. Now that you know who I am, I guess I can't really let you live too much longer." Harold put the poor guy out of his suffering by slashing his pincer across his neck, dismembering his head. His corpse didn't even look human anymore: He was stained red with blood, every bone in his body must have been broken because he looked flat and wobbly. All of his teeth were either chipped or missing. He was cut up extremely badly and his skin was wrinkled and dry, as if something had sucked away his soul. Then, the Scorpion Man looked at me. I was paralyzed with fear and ran as fast as possible down the hallway. To my surprise, I wasn't being chased. I went back in. The Scorpion man was gone. The hallway was cleaned up, except for Butch's corpse, which was already completely bled dry. A group of students and two teachers were gathered around his corpse. The looks on their faces were pure horror, nearly matching the fright on Butch's face on the dismembered head next to the torso. I will never forget the horrifying image of that corpse.
That night, he struck again. My dad is a homicide detective and he had received a report of Jarvis Roberts being killed. He was sent to investigate, and since I knew all about how Butch's death, but had not revealed any details, I was scared for my life for being left alone. The Scorpion Man knew me and I was not going to risk being killed alone. After begging and begging, he finally dropped the issue and allowed me to sail along but I was not to touch the evidence because I had claimed I had seen his son before the disappearance so I could probably help out the authorities. When we got there, Mr. Roberts' corpse was even worse than Butch's. He was held by a large slaughterhouse hook which was attached to his forehead, and spines all over his dried out skin. Every single square inch of him was covered in blood, and some strange green slime I couldn't decipher. His eyes were completely inverted, to where blood would be and you could see veins. He had the same horrified look that Butch had. His entire lower half was sliced off below the hip. It was, however, not dried out and was fat and greasy, with a broken beer bottle stained into it, no clothing of any kind on it, to where you could see a completely destroyed scrotum and flapped up testicles. Later, I told them everything I knew about the incident. They thought I was crazy but some later tests showed he was filled with an extremely deadly poison that was excruciatingly painful to even touch (this was not during the investigation), as well as Butch, which probably could decipher they had both been attacked by his tail. Many more murders happened and were heard about. His only friend and other bullies were being killed off slowly. School was closed for nearly two weeks, and nothing was quite normal after that.
Remember...He can be anywhere at any time. His speed and strength are unmatchable, and his ruthlessness will never end. Barbara has told me he tried a friendly approach, and she trusted him. He told her how he still loved her. I was surprised that she didn't run away and scream. She wasn't even harmed in the incident and she told me that he gave his word to her to never hurt her, ever. She still loves him despite his murderous nature yet I have no idea why. It's been about three weeks since all of this happened and murders are still going on in the city.
Eventually, he will probably find me and kill me quite gruesomely like his other victims, considering I've given the authorities all the information on him which would lead me to be a target. I'm not even sure how much time I have left writing this. I hope that god will protect me and any survivors. Reading about creatures like Slenderman is frightening, but even witnessing the horrors that happen is even worse. I hope someone is out there who believes me and has had some sort of similar encounter that knows of it. I'm now going to try and get a job at my dad's workplace to investigate these things, as I have developed an interest in it. If I get any more substantial information, I will write it down. Hopefully, my dad and I will both live long enough to kill the Scorpion Man, if it's possible.
Please...help me.
==Blog 2==
11/16/11
Hi guys, I'm back. I finally got the job. It's been about 4 weeks since the whole Scorpion Man incident. Right now, the entire agency had discovered approximately 34 different homicides. I'm still alive, but I haven't been sleeping. I was recently given a M1911 for self protection after truth has arisen. 2 more people claim to have survived encounters but they can't be confirmed yet. These two people consist of a lead sleuth in the agency I work at and a user who messaged my wikia inbox recently who actually read the story on the Wikia. Turns out this person actually read the story had a similar encounter approximately 2 days ago. He says he took pictures, but is uncomfortable about sending them yet. By the time of the third blog, they should come around.
Apparently, Harold completely massacred his apartment, and tried to kill him. He apparently shot him with a Spas-12. Apparently it didn't do much more than knock him back a little, but he threw down the gun and escaped and entered the nearest populated building. He returned about 10 minutes later and didn't see anything again other than destroyed furniture, his laptop, and a paper written in blood saying, "There is n6 run"
If this story is true and I do get the photographs, I will add them shortly. The detective's story isn't exactly reliable, but until I can get any evidence, I won't release his story. Unless he dies.
Good luck with survival, everyone.
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