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The couple met in the hallway outside their son’s bedroom door.
“He’s going down a dark path. We can all feel it, even the young girls,” the woman whispered to her male counterpart. “We need to do something…”
The man nodded with a solemn expression. “We need to…” he repeated gravely. “Let’s talk to him. We need to determine how far he has gone, how strong he has become.”
“We will be able to save him, right?” the woman asked in a small voice.
“It depends on how lost he is to us.” The man gently moved his wife behind him and placed a hand on the door knob. Unlocked, the door creaked open.
Inside was silence. The window was open, allowing a breeze to enter and play with the dark, wavy hair of an older teenaged boy. The boy had his back to the couple.
“Son…” the man said, stepping forward. “Speak to us.”
The son gave no answer.
“Sweetie?” the mother asked, following the man forward. “Please, at least look at us.”
Another moment passed without answer, then the boy’s shoulders began to tremble with a low chuckle that grew into loud laughter. It took a moment for him to calm down again. “You called me ‘son’…oh, you poor, misguided fool…”
The father tensed and the mother quickly stepped behind him.
Slowly, deliberately, the son turned to face them. The woman gasped at the changes that had happened during his self-imposed exile. His skin had tanned and hardened around tone muscles in his arms, legs, and chest. His once sapphire blue eyes were now coal black. A sneer adorned his once loving face. The mother barely recognized her own son…
“What’s wrong, Mother?” the son asked in a sneering tone. “Don’t look so surprised… You would have seen this coming if you had paid any attention to your son instead of adoring your precious little spiritualist daughter night and day…”
“Don’t blame this on your sister!” his father scolded angrily. “You alone have chosen this path. Only you let this demon in!”
The son shook his head. “I knew you would say that. Nothing is ever Dearest Sister’s fault. It must always be the doing of your evil, evil son…”
“No!” the woman spoke up quickly, walking toward her eldest child again. “We’ve never thought that way. We love you, L-”
“Stop lying!” the son shouted. With a wave of his arm, the mother was flung back, caught by her husband before she could be hurt. “Don’t fill this room with your lies. You don’t love me. You don’t even know me!”
“That is enough!” the man commanded. “Sir, you are dead to us. It is time for you to leave.”
“No, no, I don’t think so. I’m not the one leaving today,” the on said, raising a hand toward the couple. “Dead to you? Sir, you are dead to me. I believe it is time to see how strong I’ve become in my nineteen years of life…”
Neither mother nor father had time to react before a crimson beam shot from the palm of their son’s hand, slamming them both into the wall behind them with enough force to allow bones to be heard snapping. The broken bones didn’t matter, though, for the beam had left a hole seared through their chests.
The son lowered his hand and walked toward his parents, a grin on his face as he saw their horror-stricken expressions. “Don’t call me your son, your ‘dearest’, your ‘sweetie.’ Don’t disgust me with your lies. My name is Leopold Theodore Bosco, and it’s time for you to disappear!”
With a theatric wave and snap of the hand, the couple was engulfed in a blood red flame.
Through the thin crack in the door, a young, silver-haired girl watched in fear as her parents burned to ashes and the air around her brother filled with black evil.
 JediNikinaK · Thu Mar 26, 2009 @ 10:50pm · 0 Comments |
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