Mommy's Bad - PG - Angel, Connor
An alternate ending to Rain of Fire
He always had nice hands, you noticed. Even when you were three. He wasn’t alive, but he loved you. That day Daddy picked you up, carried you. Connor was there too. But he wasn’t smiling like Daddy tried to.
“I’ll be back in a while,” Daddy said. “I have to see your mom, okay? It’s - time. Don’t worry.”
He had run across rooftops to find Mommy during the rain of fire. Succeeded. Kissed her. Touched her. Weeks later, you were born. Different. Good.
Mommy was bad.
You remember holding Connor’s hand as the sword fell from Daddy’s fingers.
Mommy’s blood.
He always had nice hands, you noticed. Even when you were three. He wasn’t alive, but he loved you. That day Daddy picked you up, carried you. Connor was there too. But he wasn’t smiling like Daddy tried to.
“I’ll be back in a while,” Daddy said. “I have to see your mom, okay? It’s - time. Don’t worry.”
He had run across rooftops to find Mommy during the rain of fire. Succeeded. Kissed her. Touched her. Weeks later, you were born. Different. Good.
Mommy was bad.
You remember holding Connor’s hand as the sword fell from Daddy’s fingers.
Mommy’s blood.