For those who enjoy my writing
The wind blew across the open void chilling the air. Its ghostly howls and whispers were enough to give someone the chill of death. The moons reflections danced on the ground, its blue hue was barely visible. Covered by dark slow moving clouds, the night was cold and bitter. Not so cold that one would find it to be unbearable or a great nuisance but cold enough that it would be unpleasant to spend a long span of time outside. However the darkness seemed to engulf everything. It surrounded the small house that seated itself atop a lonely hill, nearly strangled out the moon and made the night all the more bitter.
"No Margery, I disagree. The boy's old enough now to watch over the live stock. He should have been doing that years ago!"
The man cut a piece of steak. The blood oozed out over the ivory white plate. He glared at his wife as he chewed. How many times did he have to have this conversation he asked himself?
Margery shook her head in dismay as she took a sip from her glass.
"Jeremy, you know Alex can't handle it. He's only ten for crying out loud! And his -"
"God damn it!" Jeremy pounded his fist on the table making Margery jump a little out of her chare.
"I was six years old when my father put me in charge of the livestock! Damien was seven when he started. Why the hell do you keep protesting against him taking part in this farm? He's a lazy sack of shit Margery; I'm going to make him do his part around here. He's old enough to take on a mans responsibilities!"
Margery shook her head.
"But his condition-"
SMACK!
Margery fell to the floor.
"Stop defending him! If I can say he can do it, then he can!"
Their voices were muffled yet but they were enough to keep Alex awake. He buried his face in his pillow trying to shut out the yelling. He tried to stop his crying but it wouldn't work.
Alex grabbed his blanket and quietly set his feet on the floor. He walked over to his door. Slowly and as quietly as he could he opened his door. He bit down on his blanket. If he was heard walking around after bed time...
"I have to be quiet; if father hears me I will surely get a beating for being up especially while they're fighting."
He opened the door, trying as hard as he could to hold back his sobs.
He walked over to his brother's room and opened the door. It had already been open; as Alex twisted the handle the door slowly slid open. He saw his brother standing next to his window. Smoke swirled around through the rays the moon cast down.
"Brother -" Alex started quietly.
Damien put his arm out, waving it at Alex to come to his side.
Alex walked over, stepping under his brother's arm. He leaned up against him.
"Why do they fight all the time?"
Damien exhaled.
"I don't know." He said quietly.
The wind blew on the tree that branched out near Damien's window. His room was always cold. He always left his window open. Usually he spent his free time sitting on the tree branch reading rather than spending the day in his room.
"Don't they love each other?
"I don't know." Damien answered.
"I wish they'd stop fighting all the time."
"Yeah..."
Alex looked up at Damien, tears streaming down his face.
"Brother, why does father hat me so much? Am I really that bad?"
Damien sighed as he snuffed his cigarette out on the window ceil. He turned and crouched down so he was face level with Alex. He scrunched Alex's hair. He smiled.
"Father is a very uptight man. He's so wrapped up in the farm that he's always exhausted all the time. You're his son, regardless of what he says to you or about, he loves you. I know that for a fact. It's just very hard for him to show it."
Alex sniffled, wiping away his tears with his blanket.
"Do you really mean that brother?"
Damien nodded his head.
"Of course I do. I'm your brother, you can trust me. Now come on," he said standing up, "let's get you back to bed."
Damien tucked his brother back into bed, gave him a pat on the head and said goodnight. As he started to close the door Alex whispered to him.
"Thanks for being a cool brother!"
Damien smiled.
"You're welcome Alex."
Damien went back to his room and lay down on his bed. He stared out his window, cold breeze felt nice on his face. He closed his eyes. He fell asleep not soon after trying to block out his parents by listening to the sheep. They shouted as if something was wrong, the same thing they did every fall night. Perhaps the cold was a bit too much for them as well, especially with winter soon approaching.
There was a sudden crash from downstairs. Damien woke up to the sound of his parents yelling at each other. This time though, it was louder than usual. He sighed.
"They're always fighting, what the hell is wrong with them?" He said to himself angrily.
He laid back down, he'd try to get more sleep.
"What the fuck!" He said startled sitting back up against his wall.
Upon the window ceil sat a hunched over figure. Black as a shadow, the only detail he could make out from the figure was a pair of hateful looking eye glaring at him. They gave of a dark yellow glow giving Damien an even great feeling that this thing was staring right through him.
"Hello." It said in a low raspy voice as if its vocal chords had been dragged over an old fashioned washing board.
Margery yelled as she wildly threw dishes at Jeremy. He put up his hands in defense.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" He yelled
"You always are yelling at me and the children, always hitting me. What the fuck do you think is wrong with me?"
They continued to fight.
Upstairs Alex's door opened.
"Brother? What is it?"
There was a loud thud followed by a crash at the bottom of the stairs
Alex burst out crying holding himself in a ball.
Jeremy turned to look over at Alex. Margery fell to the ground crying. She held her hands over her face. She'd lost it.
Jeremy walked over to where Alex had fallen from the stairs. He stood over Alex.
"What the hell are you doing up?"
Alex screamed out in pain.
"He did it!" He sobbed.
"Brother threw me down the stair!"
"What?"
Jeremy looked up the stairs. There was Damien, just standing there. His eyes gave off a dark yellow hue.
"What the..."
"What are you looking at?"
"A, a demon!" Jeremy screamed as he stumbled backward.
He felt the wall looking for his rifle keeping his eye on the figure walking down the stairs.
The figure seemed to glide down the stairs. Every step it took covered the surrounding area in a pitch black mist. It continued to laugh; Alex continued to cry along with his mother. Jeremy kept searching for his rifle. Finally his hand lay upon the rifle. He picked it up off from the wall rack and took aim.
"I'm warning you to stay back!"
The figure stopped on the last step. It looked down at the boy. Stepping over the boy the figures darkness fell over everything but Alex, continuing to cover everything in a darkened mist.
The figure walked towards Jeremy putting it's hand out in front of the barrel.
"I'm warning you stay back!"
BAM!
The rifle went off as the figure grabbed the front of the barrel. Blood spewed out from the black fiery mist that covered the figure. It sprayed upon the floor and walls. The figer gripped the rifle, snatching it out from Jeremy's hands. With his unoccupied hand he punched Jeremy in the face. He flew back hitting the fall and falling to the floor. His face where he had been punched broke out in a fire of black flames. He screamed in pain. Jeremy felt the fiery grip of the figure grip his neck, his body lifted off the ground.
"Fuck, it burns! Let go of me!"
Alex stood and ran out the door. Yelling and screaming.
"Someone help! Anybody!"
Jeremy squirmed uncontrollably. Margery was frozen with fear, she couldn't help but to cover her head and continue to cry.
"Margery, what are you doing?" Jeremy yelled.
"Run. Ack!"
He felt the figures grip tighten around his neck. He watched as the figure flipped the gun over in it's hand holding it by the hand grip.
"There's no one to help you now father." The figured whispered.
Jeremy felt the barrel jab into his chest, it dug deep into his chest.
"Wait...you can't do this!" He yelled
"Goodbye!"
Jeremy felt the explosion blow through him, he could feel the rifle dig through him and into the wall. He grabbed the gun and pushed away from him as any creature would that just had something impale them. It wouldn’t budge. He started to scream. It was canceled out by the gurgling of his own blood.
For a second the flames grew faint around the figures face.
"Damien?" He thought to himself.
Damien held up a burning bloody chunk of flesh. He put a finger up to his mouth.
"Shh"
He dropped Jeremy's throat and walked over to his mother.
"You were going to just sit there weren't you? You'd let your son die rather than throw aside you irrational fear. Because of you father is dead!" He laughed.
"No!" Margery screamed out.
Damien kicked her in the face.
"Liar!" He yelled
"No, no I didn't mean to, that's not it!" she pleaded.
Damien looked over at the sink then back at Margery. He grabbed he by the arm and dragged her over to sink.
"Stand up!" He ordered
She knelt on the floor continuing to yell and cry. Damien pulled her up by her arm. It had already been badly burned. The flesh where he grabbed he arm was black as night, the flames burrowing their way deeper into her skin. He forced he hand down the hole in the sink. He flipped the garbage disposal switch. Margery screamed out in pain. He grabbed the back of her head forcing her to look at her hand as the blades chopped and ground away at her hand. The sink filled with blood and bone fragments.
"You never did anything. You're all talk!" He said calmly
He placed two fingers at the top of her neck and began to glide the down her back. The tips of his finger had formed something to the equivalent of blades. They cut through her back. She screamed in agony.
"It's over for you mother."
He reached into the top part of her back and gripped her spinal column. There was a slight crack as he pulled out the top of her spine. Her body twitched for a second and then grew limp.
Her body where he had touched he burned. The flames where he had walked grew higher and high. He laughed. He turned and walked toward the front door where his brother had run out. He couldn't of run far. Then again he wasn't looking for his brother. As a matter of fact ever since that thing invaded his body, all of his thoughts, goals and desires seemed to dissipate more and more.
The house burned, though in the middle of the night it's dark flames were hard to see. There was no smoke, only fire. As if it sucked the life out of everything it touched. It confused him however, when he stepped on the ground it didn't begin to burn. He had hurried his brother out of his room. Even when he pushed him down the stairs after telling Alex to run, he still did not catch fire. Damien looked at his hands then up into the sky at the stars. Could it be that only what he wanted would burn?
"What now?"
"No Margery, I disagree. The boy's old enough now to watch over the live stock. He should have been doing that years ago!"
The man cut a piece of steak. The blood oozed out over the ivory white plate. He glared at his wife as he chewed. How many times did he have to have this conversation he asked himself?
Margery shook her head in dismay as she took a sip from her glass.
"Jeremy, you know Alex can't handle it. He's only ten for crying out loud! And his -"
"God damn it!" Jeremy pounded his fist on the table making Margery jump a little out of her chare.
"I was six years old when my father put me in charge of the livestock! Damien was seven when he started. Why the hell do you keep protesting against him taking part in this farm? He's a lazy sack of shit Margery; I'm going to make him do his part around here. He's old enough to take on a mans responsibilities!"
Margery shook her head.
"But his condition-"
SMACK!
Margery fell to the floor.
"Stop defending him! If I can say he can do it, then he can!"
Their voices were muffled yet but they were enough to keep Alex awake. He buried his face in his pillow trying to shut out the yelling. He tried to stop his crying but it wouldn't work.
Alex grabbed his blanket and quietly set his feet on the floor. He walked over to his door. Slowly and as quietly as he could he opened his door. He bit down on his blanket. If he was heard walking around after bed time...
"I have to be quiet; if father hears me I will surely get a beating for being up especially while they're fighting."
He opened the door, trying as hard as he could to hold back his sobs.
He walked over to his brother's room and opened the door. It had already been open; as Alex twisted the handle the door slowly slid open. He saw his brother standing next to his window. Smoke swirled around through the rays the moon cast down.
"Brother -" Alex started quietly.
Damien put his arm out, waving it at Alex to come to his side.
Alex walked over, stepping under his brother's arm. He leaned up against him.
"Why do they fight all the time?"
Damien exhaled.
"I don't know." He said quietly.
The wind blew on the tree that branched out near Damien's window. His room was always cold. He always left his window open. Usually he spent his free time sitting on the tree branch reading rather than spending the day in his room.
"Don't they love each other?
"I don't know." Damien answered.
"I wish they'd stop fighting all the time."
"Yeah..."
Alex looked up at Damien, tears streaming down his face.
"Brother, why does father hat me so much? Am I really that bad?"
Damien sighed as he snuffed his cigarette out on the window ceil. He turned and crouched down so he was face level with Alex. He scrunched Alex's hair. He smiled.
"Father is a very uptight man. He's so wrapped up in the farm that he's always exhausted all the time. You're his son, regardless of what he says to you or about, he loves you. I know that for a fact. It's just very hard for him to show it."
Alex sniffled, wiping away his tears with his blanket.
"Do you really mean that brother?"
Damien nodded his head.
"Of course I do. I'm your brother, you can trust me. Now come on," he said standing up, "let's get you back to bed."
Damien tucked his brother back into bed, gave him a pat on the head and said goodnight. As he started to close the door Alex whispered to him.
"Thanks for being a cool brother!"
Damien smiled.
"You're welcome Alex."
Damien went back to his room and lay down on his bed. He stared out his window, cold breeze felt nice on his face. He closed his eyes. He fell asleep not soon after trying to block out his parents by listening to the sheep. They shouted as if something was wrong, the same thing they did every fall night. Perhaps the cold was a bit too much for them as well, especially with winter soon approaching.
There was a sudden crash from downstairs. Damien woke up to the sound of his parents yelling at each other. This time though, it was louder than usual. He sighed.
"They're always fighting, what the hell is wrong with them?" He said to himself angrily.
He laid back down, he'd try to get more sleep.
"What the fuck!" He said startled sitting back up against his wall.
Upon the window ceil sat a hunched over figure. Black as a shadow, the only detail he could make out from the figure was a pair of hateful looking eye glaring at him. They gave of a dark yellow glow giving Damien an even great feeling that this thing was staring right through him.
"Hello." It said in a low raspy voice as if its vocal chords had been dragged over an old fashioned washing board.
Margery yelled as she wildly threw dishes at Jeremy. He put up his hands in defense.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" He yelled
"You always are yelling at me and the children, always hitting me. What the fuck do you think is wrong with me?"
They continued to fight.
Upstairs Alex's door opened.
"Brother? What is it?"
There was a loud thud followed by a crash at the bottom of the stairs
Alex burst out crying holding himself in a ball.
Jeremy turned to look over at Alex. Margery fell to the ground crying. She held her hands over her face. She'd lost it.
Jeremy walked over to where Alex had fallen from the stairs. He stood over Alex.
"What the hell are you doing up?"
Alex screamed out in pain.
"He did it!" He sobbed.
"Brother threw me down the stair!"
"What?"
Jeremy looked up the stairs. There was Damien, just standing there. His eyes gave off a dark yellow hue.
"What the..."
"What are you looking at?"
"A, a demon!" Jeremy screamed as he stumbled backward.
He felt the wall looking for his rifle keeping his eye on the figure walking down the stairs.
The figure seemed to glide down the stairs. Every step it took covered the surrounding area in a pitch black mist. It continued to laugh; Alex continued to cry along with his mother. Jeremy kept searching for his rifle. Finally his hand lay upon the rifle. He picked it up off from the wall rack and took aim.
"I'm warning you to stay back!"
The figure stopped on the last step. It looked down at the boy. Stepping over the boy the figures darkness fell over everything but Alex, continuing to cover everything in a darkened mist.
The figure walked towards Jeremy putting it's hand out in front of the barrel.
"I'm warning you stay back!"
BAM!
The rifle went off as the figure grabbed the front of the barrel. Blood spewed out from the black fiery mist that covered the figure. It sprayed upon the floor and walls. The figer gripped the rifle, snatching it out from Jeremy's hands. With his unoccupied hand he punched Jeremy in the face. He flew back hitting the fall and falling to the floor. His face where he had been punched broke out in a fire of black flames. He screamed in pain. Jeremy felt the fiery grip of the figure grip his neck, his body lifted off the ground.
"Fuck, it burns! Let go of me!"
Alex stood and ran out the door. Yelling and screaming.
"Someone help! Anybody!"
Jeremy squirmed uncontrollably. Margery was frozen with fear, she couldn't help but to cover her head and continue to cry.
"Margery, what are you doing?" Jeremy yelled.
"Run. Ack!"
He felt the figures grip tighten around his neck. He watched as the figure flipped the gun over in it's hand holding it by the hand grip.
"There's no one to help you now father." The figured whispered.
Jeremy felt the barrel jab into his chest, it dug deep into his chest.
"Wait...you can't do this!" He yelled
"Goodbye!"
Jeremy felt the explosion blow through him, he could feel the rifle dig through him and into the wall. He grabbed the gun and pushed away from him as any creature would that just had something impale them. It wouldn’t budge. He started to scream. It was canceled out by the gurgling of his own blood.
For a second the flames grew faint around the figures face.
"Damien?" He thought to himself.
Damien held up a burning bloody chunk of flesh. He put a finger up to his mouth.
"Shh"
He dropped Jeremy's throat and walked over to his mother.
"You were going to just sit there weren't you? You'd let your son die rather than throw aside you irrational fear. Because of you father is dead!" He laughed.
"No!" Margery screamed out.
Damien kicked her in the face.
"Liar!" He yelled
"No, no I didn't mean to, that's not it!" she pleaded.
Damien looked over at the sink then back at Margery. He grabbed he by the arm and dragged her over to sink.
"Stand up!" He ordered
She knelt on the floor continuing to yell and cry. Damien pulled her up by her arm. It had already been badly burned. The flesh where he grabbed he arm was black as night, the flames burrowing their way deeper into her skin. He forced he hand down the hole in the sink. He flipped the garbage disposal switch. Margery screamed out in pain. He grabbed the back of her head forcing her to look at her hand as the blades chopped and ground away at her hand. The sink filled with blood and bone fragments.
"You never did anything. You're all talk!" He said calmly
He placed two fingers at the top of her neck and began to glide the down her back. The tips of his finger had formed something to the equivalent of blades. They cut through her back. She screamed in agony.
"It's over for you mother."
He reached into the top part of her back and gripped her spinal column. There was a slight crack as he pulled out the top of her spine. Her body twitched for a second and then grew limp.
Her body where he had touched he burned. The flames where he had walked grew higher and high. He laughed. He turned and walked toward the front door where his brother had run out. He couldn't of run far. Then again he wasn't looking for his brother. As a matter of fact ever since that thing invaded his body, all of his thoughts, goals and desires seemed to dissipate more and more.
The house burned, though in the middle of the night it's dark flames were hard to see. There was no smoke, only fire. As if it sucked the life out of everything it touched. It confused him however, when he stepped on the ground it didn't begin to burn. He had hurried his brother out of his room. Even when he pushed him down the stairs after telling Alex to run, he still did not catch fire. Damien looked at his hands then up into the sky at the stars. Could it be that only what he wanted would burn?
"What now?"