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Topic Started: Oct 29 2005, 08:37 PM (133 Views)
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A child simply praying as this one always did before bed. Praying that everything would happen its way and that its god would act like santa claus and bring it all this crap no one needed. His hands together and pointed at the ceiling as he knelt before the bed. His eye was surrounded by black, seems a knuckle sandwhich his father had thrown got him well. His lower end hurt from his mother's twisted games and it was clear he didnt exactly have a fantastic life. He spoke the words he dreamed of for so long, he was praying to his friend Jesus that what was happening would end.

"Please...make mommy and daddy stop, have them be kind to me and let me be a normal happy kid..." It was the soft voice of a choir boy. It wasnt really a selfish request or life he wanted, just something normal. To be treated right...perhaps he was heard, perhaps it was just like...but soon enough they wouldnt be doing such horrible things to anyone...not anymore.

While the boy was in his room his parents died. One's insides were made their outsides as their blood boiled becoming crusty skin until the died, unable to scream as their windpipe was hunging loosely over the lamp shade, coating it in a red fluid that dripped past the light bulb. The other parent had a worse fate, the items used to torture the child were forced inside them along with a number of knives. A vacuume cleaner tube forced down their throat by bare hands sucking all the wind out of their lungs so they could not make a peep.

The child came out then, to use the bathroom or gather a glass of water just before sleep. It came as a shock to see his parents dead, parts of them all across the living room. It was more disturbing to see the figure in the middle of it all his clothes perfect without a drop of blood. The wide staring eyes were in love with the massacre it had created and it raised its arms to celebrate that fact. The child held a teddy bear in the nook of his arm walking bravely up to the man that had done this all. Looking up the man must have looked like a giant, but the child unaware of fear reached up and tugged on the shirt sleeve.

"You came...you really came to help me."

"Of course I came." The man looked down his vermillion eyes filled with a shadow that hid any reflection of light that came from the room. The fang fell across the lip and Kaie bathed the room in his cruel and twisted style.

"Is it true...you came back from the dead? That those that follow you drink your blood?"

"I was dead more then once. I am back and despite what some people want...I wont be dieing again."

"Thank you Jesus...I didnt want to be left with them."

"I'm sorry but I'm not taking you with me." A bullet, a simple everyday bullet that broke through the air and into the boy's skull. Tiny bits of white bone fell to the carpet as the child died there on the floor. No one would remember this family. No one would remember what came of anything this night. Soon the apartment would be cleaned out and only Kaie would have known what it felt to feast this night.
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