9 February 2013
So here it is, that I am now standing in a darkened room, facing the full horror of what I had become; what I had to do.
"What have you done with Jacob?" I spoke quietly, calming my inner turmoil; unsure of the response that would stem from this boy creature.
It cocked its head to one side; for a moment I thought there was recognition in his eyes, then: "Where's mommy?"
I closed my eyes, inhaled deeply, what malign evil is this? Maybe just one last chance.
"Jacob, my darling boy, if you can hear me.." I voiced in desperation, " I'm so sorry, my beautiful boy, daddies here now, come Jacob, shall we play trains? You can build the track if you like?"
I bent down to pick up a train, when he hissed. Hissed, and narrowed those pitiful onyx eyes.
"Mommy stopped crying, just like the baby. I don't like crying. I made them stop. Why was mommy crying?"
"Mommy was worried about you, Jacob." I called him Jacob, but I didn't know why, it wasn't him, it was hopeless. He had long gone, this devil child was no son of mine. She knew, oh God why didn't I listen. God, where are you now? Where were you when I prayed? How can you let your fallen angel do this to an innocent, I beseech you!
The amber light, danced on his face as his mouth curled into a macabre smile. Slowly small sparks flickered from his ashen hands. His black eyes glinted with evil delight at the spectacle now on show.
"Leave him be! He's only a boy!"
Still the sparks emitted from his hands, igniting now as they fell. Little flames finding life on the carpet and the cartooned curtains.
I fell to my knees as he moved towards me. "No! No!" Tears welling in my eyes as I felt the cold blade in my pocket. It was the only way.
"Jacob, I love you, I'm sorry."
The flames shielded my movement. It only took one stroke across his small neck. I dropped the knife, sobbing, as the blood poured to the floor. An unholy cackle radiated round the room. The amber light from the window, turned to flashing blue.
I turned, I could not face what I had done. I could not look at my boy.
The door closed with a creak, and clicked shut behind me.
The Room. VI • Opuss № I