Innocent Corruption

Short story- very short. Dark.

/Innocent Corruption/

Grey eyes slowly slid over the room. They refused to blink even though blinking would have spared the boy the scene before him… if only for a moment. The room was dark, but enough moonlight spilled through the open window to illuminate the crimson stains that literally covered the place. There wasn’t a space left unpainted. It stank of death and blood and pain. The air was frigid and yet tinted with a barely perceptible heat. It pervaded the boys body and made him feel uncomfortable, like he was roasting inside.
He glanced around the room again.
Three bodies were strewn along the floor in various positions, perfectly posed to give the most gruesome effect. One was missing a hand, another was missing an ear, the smallest body was laying just enough to the side so that one side of her face was half lit by the moonlight… she was missing her left eye.

‘She had the prettiest eyes…’

The thought was random and inconsequential and the boy felt it with a sense of perverse detachment. It was his little sister after all, he should feel something more. He tried, he really did, but it just wasn’t there.
He looked over at the largest of the bodies, his father. One side of his chest was completely ripped open, his heart had been smashed and thrown into the far corner.

‘They probably got his ear first though…’

Again, the thought was curious more than anything and this detachment began to bother the boy. He knew he should feel something, anything at this point. Horror, shock, disgust… Perhaps sorrow or anger? These feelings were alien to him though. They had never come into full realization within him, not ever. He remembered how his mother would frown at him in extreme worry or exasperation when he would just shrug her ’I love you…’s off like they were nothing. The fact that he had been doing it since he understood human speech most likely was what worried her. He had found out from others his age that feeling nothing was unnatural and wrong. Inhuman.
His mother had never said anything like that out loud of course, but he could tell she thought it. Sometimes her eyes would be filled with what he had identified as fear and then sometimes she would look at him with loathing. She particularly didn’t take well to his… private studies. Something about how it was the work of the devil. He had snorted at her in derision, one of the few things he understood from personal experience. ‘There’s no such thing as the Christian devil…‘ He had explained it to her as though she were a child. He was only eight. She called a priest the very next day.
He looked at the third body. She had been nailed to the floor in various parts of her body. Her blouse had been ripped open and it looked like they had dissected her. Her body was cut open from the clavicle down to the waist line and the folds of skin had been nailed to the floor along her sides. She looked like the pig everyone had to dissect in biology. Her rib cage had been smashed until the biggest pieces were no bigger than half a pinky and her internal organs certainly weren’t internal anymore. He absently looked down to the floor near his foot and found what could have been a lung… he had no idea if he should assume it to be hers. He wrinkled his nose at it in disgust, another feeling he was well acquainted with.
Again he wondered at his own detachment. This was his family, his entire family. Not one member had been spared and it was his fault. He summoned the demons and their infernal forces. He unleashed them on his family, the people who had loved and cared for him since he was born… He killed them all. Yet, he felt nothing. No sadness, no pain, no regret. He felt no satisfaction either. He had figured he’d feel something more along the lines of perverse happiness at committing such a violent and evil act. After all, that’s why everyone else did such things, or so he figured. Though, it’s not like it had been his goal, these deaths. They were simply a convenient method to test his powers. And they did that job well enough. He managed to keep the demons under his thrall the entire time…
A success then. That’s what he would call it, after all, the end had been achieved. The demons of the Galvrack plane were at his command, the Cabal could hardly turn him down now. Besides, if they did- Grey eyes, cold and fathomless, slid down to glance at the large, leather bound book in the boys hands- they’d do so at their own peril. A malicious half-smile took shape on the young one’s lips as the air shivered in anxious apprehension and anticipation.
The darkness rolled off of this one in waves, like a tidal surge of evil and it was somehow ancient and boundless, if imprisoned by this small form. The world seemed to literally shift in an invisible show of pain and fear as something that should never have been awakened had suddenly come to consciousness…
 

Author's Note

Please, ignore grammer problems. Should my next short be related, or totally new?

Reviews

[Richard]

This was a very good story. Thank you for posting it to the group.

I read through it a couple of nights before, and was considering it for the first issue of my magazine. Let me know if you are interested. (Full details are available on the Aquarius Publications group page, if you haven't seem them already.)

As to your comment about grammar problems, I didn't notice any myself. I think there was one sentence that could possibly have used a comma, but that was all. And that could just be personal preference. :)

[Ravyn]

Wow....
That's sounds like something you would actually do if you could.
But all in all it was a great story.