ValueA Story by UnwelcomeguestA hungry demon is playing on the fears of the dieing by offering them the choice between life and death.Value Prologue The hospital ward was cold, dark and
empty. Nearly every other room in the hospital was buzzing with energy, even at
two in the morning, but not here. The people who got put in that room were
beyond help. There had been four of them that morning, wheeled in by kindly
nurses with smiling faces and bedded down for their last day on earth. As the
nurses had left they had placed bets on who would last the night. The fatter of the
two bet on the boy. His hair had been taken by chemotherapy and his energy had
been taken by the cancer that sat like a glistening spider on his brain but, as
she insisted to her friend, he looked like a fighter. He lay alone, still
awake, in a room with three dead men who had stopped breathing hours ago. Death
stood at the other end of the room, waiting. The boy took another haggard
breath. Death took another step forward his bone feet clacking on the cold
lino. Only the boy heard him and he sunk deeper into his sheets. The Demon
entered on the other side of the room and glared angrily at death with eyes
that had seen much, much worse. Death stopped, turned and left without a word.
It seemed as though he would not be required tonight. The boy looked up
with pale skin and dark eyes wary with fear at the suited man marching primly
towards his bed. He didn’t look like a doctor, but that didn’t mean
anything. The boy had become friendly with people in the hospital before, and
then they had given him pills and shots that made his head swim and his body
revolt and he had never spoken to them again. The man sat at the edge of the
bed and looked down at the little shape, pierced by what seemed like a hundred
tubes, cowering beneath the bedclothes. “How are you
doing?” he asked The boy didn’t
move. “You’re going to
die,” said the Demon simply. The boy nodded. “Do you want to
live?” The boy nodded
again. The Demon smiled and the boy shrank even further into his death bed. All
of the teeth in his mouth were savagely pointed and stained the same blood red
of his lips “All you have to do is promise me something and you can live.” The
boy nodded again. He was getting weaker every second. There was a clacking from
the door again. “Hurry it up
Demon” came the dulcet tones of Death “I have other things to do tonight”.
Death has no emotion, but if he did those words would’ve been laced with
contempt and disgust at the creature now leaning hungrily over the boy like a
carrion bird. The Demon made no
physical acknowledgement to the great entity now stalking up and down in the
doorway, instead he hastened his tongue and lowered his head so that the words
came out in a single rush “Every ten years I will return and you must give me the
thing you most value in return for your life. If you refuse you will die. Do
you understand?” Nothing. He leaned even closer. “Do, you, un-der-stand?” He
said louder, carefully forming each word with his black tongue and forcing them
out hard at the semi-corpse on the bed. The boy made a
movement that could’ve been a nod, but could just have much been an involuntary
twitch. It could even have been rigor mortis. Death raised his scythe above the
bed and grinned his eternal, skeletal grin at the boy. “Do you accept
these terms?” Nothing moved in that ward. The three beings stood, sat or lay
like statues. Death began his downward stroke. The Demon grabbed the boy by the
shoulders and yelled at him, his face so close to the boy’s that the child
could feel the hot breath on his face and smell the pungent aroma of hell that
tainted the air. “Do you accept!” Death and the Demon
vanished leaving the ward as cold and dark and empty as it had been when they
arrived. The next morning
the corpses where wheeled reverentially away to the morgue and the nurse won
her bet much to the disgust of her slimmer friend. The boy himself dismissed
the entire incident as a dream. It was another week before he left the
hospital; the doctors seemed unwilling to let him go. He was like a lucky charm
for the hospital, a mascot. He left in a parade of smiles and journalists who
all wanted to get a picture of miraculous survivor. Chapter 1His teachers were
all morons he decided as he slammed the door to his bedroom and hurled the
screwed up exclusion letter at the wall. Why couldn’t they just leave him
alone? People got away with fights all the time, why did it have to be him who
had got caught? Why was it always him? He slumped down onto his bed and stared
at ceiling the as though it had done him a personal wrong. It had been good
though, the feeling of Mathew Tompkins’s nose shattering beneath his fist. The
cheers of the gathering crowd as he kicked away the bigger boy’s shins and
dragged him the floor beneath a shower of savage punches to his bloody face. He
did the motions slowly with his fists in mid-air and grinned wider than he ever
had done before, which wasn’t very much. They wouldn’t bully him again, not
ever. “How are you
doing?” said the Demon sitting casually on the boy’s swivel chair, a present
from two birthdays ago, as though this was an entirely normal thing to be
doing. The boy leapt to his feet and stared. “Who the hell are
you?” he said. “Close” said the
Demon, smiling inwardly at his little joke. The boy said nothing. The Demon continued
“don’t you remember me?” He stood, spreading his arms for inspection and looked
on expectantly. Recognition failed to dawn across the boy’s blank face. “Of
course you don’t, couldn’t have been older than six when we first met. You were
about this big” he held up his index finger and thumb separated by only a few
millimetres to indicate just how truly tiny the boy had been. “Are you a friend
of my dad’s?” asked the boy, relaxing slightly. Although he still couldn’t work
out how this man had been there without him noticing. Being a rather forward
person he asked. The Demon
answered, “I was here. I’m always here, you just don’t see me” the boy started
edging towards the door again. This was obviously some kind of pervert. He should
call the police. “Still nothing? Oh fine, have a clue.” The man smiled. The boy
looked at the dagger sharp, red tinted teeth and remembered. He remembered
everything. “What are you?” “I am a Demon,”
said the Demon as blandly as the boy’s dad might say I’m an accountant or,
simply, I’m English. “And you owe me something” “I don’t have
anything for you” Said the boy guiltily. His heart had started to beat faster
and faster. He had also remembered the final clause of his deal. The bit about
what happened if you refused. “Yes you do. Just
tell me the thing you value most. Oh and don’t lie to me because I will know. You
can’t trick me in the same way that you cannot steal from a thief or con a
conman. So answer me truthfully” The boy thought.
He thought about his family, but none of them really meant anything to him.
Neither of his parents were ever home and his sister was even more of a moron
than his teachers. He had no friends at school and had never wanted any. So
what did he value the most? He looked down at the only toy on his bed. A rabbit
that had long since had all of the stuffing hugged into its furthest
extremities, with bulging hands and an insubstantial body. He had been given it
ten years ago as he left the hospital by a rather fat nurse for no reason he
could fathom, though the lady had seemed pleased about something. His mother had
tried to take it away from him later, because it reminded her of those times
when she had had to watch her baby wasting slowly away, he for his part had
clung to it like only a six-year-old can, refusing all offers of increasingly
larger and more expensive toys until his mother, weary and just relieved to
have him back had finally given up and resigned herself to the inevitable, and
so the rabbit had stayed. The boy looked back up at the Demon who was nodding
happily and licking his pointed teeth with a pointed black tongue. “No, I can’t give
you…” the Demon glared him into silence. “We had a deal. I
save your life and I get something in return” “Go away, get out
of my life. I never want to see you again!” He hugged the pitiful thing to his
chest with a ferocity that surprised even him. It was his. It was the only
thing he had. The Demon sat back down in the chair and sighed like a
disappointed parent. “Fallen at the
first hurdle,” the Demon shook his head “a shame,” he said, and clicked his
fingers The door slammed
open so hard it made the walls shake. The boy jumped expecting his mother or
his sister coming up to tell him to quiet down. But there was nothing, only
blackness. Most dark is
created through the absence of colour. This dark was made by the presence of
black. It sucked at the light in his room and made the single electric bulb in
his ceiling flicker and flash before going out completely. There was a moment
of exquisite silence in which the boys heart, which had been beating like a
jackhammer, suddenly stopped. A skeletal hand curled around the doorframe. The
boy screamed “Take it! Take
it!” the boy hurled the toy at the madly grinning Demon and the door thumped
back into place. The light came back on and for a while the only sound in the
room was the boys quiet sobbing. The Demon sniffed
the toy like a wine connoisseur admiring the bouquet. It smelled, no, it stank
of love and care and everything the Demon wasn’t. The boy watched with horror
as the Demon sank its teeth into the toy and began to savage it with its dagger
teeth like a dog. Stuffing flew everywhere and the Demon gulped down every last
morsel, picking bits out his teeth and licking hungrily at the floor like a
wild animal. When he had finished he sat back in his chair, because now it
would never be the boy’s again, and licked his fingers. With a parting wave it
vanished from existence. The boy curled
into a foetal position on the bed and cried. That was how they found him three
hours later when the police came calling with “questions”. He was sent to a
psychiatrist who diagnosed him with depression and gave him bitter pills for
it. The boy got better and returned to school, and waited. Chapter
2
Every couple in
town knew the place. An old railway bridge made of the traditional old red
bricks that stretched across a long dried out river that had left behind
nothing but a thin line of silt and cracked earth through the countryside. It
was at least a mile from any marked footpaths, and even if some innocent
bystander where to stumble past there by accident, they wouldn’t notice the
bridge for the forest had long ago accepted the old thing into its care and
vines and trees encased it in a prison of emerald green foliage. The boy and
Justine fell tumbling through the curtain of nature and onto the cracked of
earth of the riverbed in a shower of leaves and broken twigs. He had picked her
up last night at the local bar and they had gone back to hers with one thing in
mind. Unfortunately for them her roommate had come home early so the boy still
felt he hadn’t got his moneys worth from her. His home was completely out of
bounds to girls, not because of any particularly strict rules laid down by the
others he shared it with but because the pure stinking masculinity of the place
would make any creature of a female persuasion run a mile, and so they had
ended up at the bridge. They were both
covered in mud and sweat already and thus didn’t even think twice before
falling together into the dirt, each attempting to rip the other’s clothes away
as fast as possible, fumbling with buttons and clasps with growing excitement. “How are you
doing?” The Demon was
leaning against the lichen-coated bricks. He looked even more out of place here
than he had in the boy’s room in or in the hospital ward. He still wore his
immaculate suit that was, despite the filth around him, somehow spotless.
Justine screamed with surprise and attempted to re-hook on her bra without
meeting the Demon’s eyes. The boy breathed in deeply and pulled himself to his
full height. Ten years had passed since they last met, and now he was a full
head taller than the Demon and at least twice as broad. “Fine, I suppose”
he answered. The Demon smiled and pulled himself away from the wall. “What have you got
for me this time?” Justine stared at
the two of them like they were mad. Luckily for her she didn’t know that she
was seeing worse than that. “Who the hell are you?” she muttered at the Demon,
edging closer to the boy. “Close” said the
Demon, again, repeating his old inward smile. “It wasn’t funny
the first time” said the boy. The Demon ignored
him and instead he leaned towards Justine. “Who is this lovely little thing?
She looks tasty” Justine grabbed the boy’s arm and held on tightly. The boy
didn’t notice “Did you know he
would be here?” Justine said, accusingly, “Make him stop looking at me like
that, I don’t like it” the boy finally looked down at her. He could give her
up, easily, but this was different to a toy. Not that he would miss her but if
he left into the forest with a girl and then said girl was never seen again that
would be an inconvenience. People so often jumped to the wrong conclusions. He
glanced back up at the Demon that was now looking at him expectantly like a
hungry dog. The boy remembered
the skeletal hand closing around his doorframe. Inconveniences could
be endured. Justine was no
brainiac and she definitely wasn’t a psychic but she had seen a look in her new
friend’s eyes and it scared her, more even than the strange man in the suit. So
far nothing today was going as she had planned and now she was standing half
naked in a forest with two men she was now, suddenly and completely, terrified
of. “Take her,” said
the boy. Justine ran. The
boy and the Demon watched her go like two lions watching a fleeing gazelle,
both waiting for the other to give chase first. It was the boy who broke the
silence. “Well go on then, go get her” he said slightly annoyed. He waved his
arms encouragingly at the fleeing girl. The Demon shook
his head “The thing you value most, I said. That was the deal. Not some hunk of
street meat you happened to find lying around” “What? You don’t
want her?” “I’m sorry but
no.” he suddenly looked thoughtful “Tasty though she looks” he shook himself
and focused back on the boy. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to do a lot
better than that” “I don’t know.
You’re the one asking” the Demon looked at the boy appraisingly, like he was a
farmer checking for illnesses in a new bull. The feeling disgruntled the boy
and he shuffled uncomfortably, then he remembered himself and stopped. “Fine, it is only
your second time. I’ll tell you what I want just this once” “Ok then, what do
you want?” “Your face.” There was a
silence. The Demon repeated it more slowly “I, want, your, face.” the Demon
smiled his toothy smile. The boy just stared. “That is ridiculous” “You were willing
to let me kill an innocent girl just a moment ago.” Said the Demon reasonably
“how is this much worse?” “Hunk of street
meat” the boy corrected “Fine, an innocent
hunk of street meat” “You’re insane” “I know” A pause. “Go screw yourself”
The Demon didn’t
answer this time. It just clicked its fingers. There was no slamming of doors,
just the return sucking black as the dappled sunlight coming through gaps in
the leaves was suddenly and violently snuffed out. The boy didn’t
need to look behind him to know that the black door was there. A noise, so
quiet he could’ve imagined it, the clicking of bare bones against stone. The
sort of sound you might hear if a living skeleton was slowly pulling himself
out of the netherworld by grasping onto the rough bricks of an old railway
bridge. Admittedly it’s not a common sound but it just didn’t sound like
anything else. “Its only your
face, you’ll still be alive.” The boy’s mouth was dry. Every fibre in his body
was telling him to turn around and face the thing behind him but he didn’t. He
just glared at the grinning Demon. Reflected in the creature’s black eyes he
saw something move. He focused on it. A smiling skeletal
face emerging from the doorway with grim determination. He nodded and
closed his eyes. The pain was so
excruciating that his legs buckled. Four lines of white fire tore their way
across his skin and hot blood gushed down his ruined face. The Demon looked
down at the bleeding boy at his feet and started picking the chunks of meat
from beneath his suddenly lengthened nails with his teeth. “See you soon” Despite the
doctors best efforts the wounds scarred. The boy wasn’t surprised. The feelings
of depression sat waiting at the edge of subconscious and could’ve taken him
again if it wasn’t for the nurse that took pity on him. They started dating a
few months later and the boy, now becoming a man, started to forget everything
that had happened to him in the last twenty years. The Demon, for its
part, savoured its new tribute and waited with anticipation for its next. Death
just waited. Chapter
3
“I do” “You may now kiss
the bride” said the vicar, solemnly closing his bible and stepping back from
the newly weds. The crowd cheered.
The boy looked down at Nadia and smiled his crooked half smile. Of course with
the jagged lines twisting his lips in strange directions it looked more like a
grimace but she knew him well enough by now to be able to tell. It had been ten
years after all. They kissed. Everyone wanted a
piece of the couple. Barely two steps from the altar and they were swamped by
well-wishers and relatives. Looking longingly towards the reception room
peopled with the legions exquisitely dressed waiters they allowed themselves to
be dragged away. Putting aside their urgent need for champagne they posed for
the pictures and smiled. The boy glanced
over at his son in a moment of calm amidst the happy chaos. He was surrounded
by other children about his age and telling one of the many tales he had made
up to explain his daddy’s scars. The kid made claws with his little hands,
roared impressively, and charged at the others who broke before him giggling
and screaming. The boy grinned with them. The bear one was definitely his
personal favourite. “Please can we go
and get a drink now?” Nadia said in her wheedling voice that made his insides
melt. Not that she needed any of her considerable persuasive powers right now,
his tongue felt like it was twice its normal size and wrapped in sand paper. “Sure” he said.
The crowd moved with them chatting and laughing and saying what a lovely
ceremony it had been. The bridesmaids, seeing that their mother was distracted
by one of Nadia’s uncles, broke from the group and started sprinting towards
the doors batting at each other with the fake flowers clutched in their hands.
The boy stopped to watch them vanish outside. “I don’t think we’re going to get
much more use out of those dresses” he said. Perfectly on time there came the
squelching noise instantly identifiable as the kind of mud that children love
because of its ability to stay in one blob when you throw it. Nadia laughed “Oh
well, we didn’t pay for them” “Ha, lucky you”
moaned the mother breaking away to pursue her daughters “The rental place is
never going to give me the deposit back now” “Good luck, Jane”
they shouted after her. For the boy the
reception was wonderful. The band weren’t amazing and at least one of their
instruments were out of tune but the singer was adequate, or at least adequate
enough to get nearly a hundred drunk adults up to dance but then again a cat in
a bag being slammed repeatedly into a wall could do that. But that didn’t
matter to him because he was doing it with Nadia. The boy danced. He
let peoples’ looks glide of him. They could look if they wanted; all that
mattered was that Nadia didn’t care. He would’ve gone mad long ago without her.
After a shared look, her leaning back from his chest as they spun slowly to the
music, they kissed again, longer and deeper than before. There was another
cheer. Jeff, the boy’s best man, came over and tapped his shoulder. “Hey mate the
camera guy wants you to check the photos before he prints them.” “Fine” the boy
said reluctantly, detaching himself from Nadia. “Why hello my
lady, may I have this dance?” said Jeff, bowing extravagantly. Nadia giggled
and took his outstretched hand. “Oh go on then”
she said. The boy left them
waltzing slowly in the centre of the dance floor. The photographer
was a little man who seemed to be shaking constantly, the boy wondered absently
how the man ever managed to take clear photos. He greeted him with a forced
smile. He had done so much today that any grin he made, even through his
mangled features, was starting to look more like a death. “Oh, uhm,
h-h-hello. Could you just look through th-th-the…” he stuttered himself to a
halt, staring without shame at the deep valleys cut through the boy’s face. “Yeah, yeah sure.
Lets have a look” said the boy kindly, taking the proffered camera and
squinting at the little screen on the back. This was a good one of him and
Nadia. He wondered if they could have them blown up enough to go in a frame. He
flicked through to the next one. The boy’s blood
ran cold and his fingers tightened around the camera. He was there. “Uh, uh, careful
sir. Excuse me, s-s-sir?” the man simpered pathetically. The boy didn’t
answer. He continued to move through the photos. He was in every one. Staring
dead at the camera and smiling his pointed tooth smile. Every single one. It
wasn’t even a surprise when the boy heard his voice. “How are you
doing?” The boy handed
back the camera with forced calm and turned slowly. The Demon stood there in
his unchanging suit with his smug, unchanging suit. He was propping open a door
with one arm and gesturing with the other. The door lead to tiny room with a
purpose the boy could not fathom. He went in. The Demon followed. “Can’t you leave
me alone?” he said “No” said the
Demon, simply, “we have a deal” “Just for one
day!” the boy thumped the wall with one big fist and spun on the Demon “just
leave me alone for one goddamn day” “I’ve left you
alone for ten years. Not my fault you decided to plan your wedding on the day
of my return” “I’ve had to live
with this,” he yelled, stepping forwards until they were nose-to-nose and
gesturing at his ruined face. The Demon wiped spittle from his face calmly and
gently pushed the boy back with one hand. “You chose this over death. You did
this all to yourself. If you want it to stop then just say” the Demon raised
his hand with thumb and finger pressed together. He raised an eyebrow. There
was a tense moment, and then the boy backed down and slouched into the single
wooden chair that sat alone against one wall. “Good.” Said the
Demon like he was talking to a disobedient dog that had finally learned to
fetch. He lowered his hand. “Down to business I think” now the tone was
expectant. He rubbed his hands together. The boy raised his
head. “You can have Jeff. He was my best man.” The Demon shook his head. “Nope, we’re at a
wedding. There must be something better than him.” “Jane, I like her” “You would set me
on the mother of three children? My, my you are compassionate. Still the
evil does appeals to me,” He paused as though he was considering, the boys
heart soared “but no. Keep trying.” The boy thought
desperately. His parents were here, and Nadia’s. All his friends from work but
if the Demon didn’t want Jeff then it certainly didn’t want them. His wedding
ring maybe? He would give anyone, anything. Except… The Demon spoke,
interrupting his train of thought. He said it almost absently like he wasn’t
even speaking to anyone at all. “I must say you have a beautiful wife” The boy rocketed
from the chair like an avenging angel and slammed the Demon against a wall with
one hand clamped around his throat. “Don’t you dare,” he said in a hoarse
whisper “Don’t you even dare” the Demon cocked his head to one side and groaned
with a world-weariness the boy hadn’t expected. Suddenly the old wounds on his
face tore open and the pain was there again as fresh as if they were newly
inflicted. The boy screamed
and fell backwards. Tripping over the chair and crashing into the wall,
scrabbling desperately at his bloody face as though he could pull the flesh
back together again. He looked pleadingly up at the Demon who was now carefully
adjusting his collar and tie in a tiny hand held mirror. “You can’t hurt me
I’m afraid.” He said without looking away from the mirror “The passage of pain
and suffering is a one way street in this relationship” he finished and the
mirror vanished into thin air. “Well”, he said, finally looking down at the boy
like he was something he had found on the bottom of his shoe “I think that
answers the question of who you value most” The door opened
and Nadia rushed in. Instantly pain was gone and the boy found he was just
running his hands over the familiar valleys and ridges of the scars. The blood
to was gone without leaving a single stain. Nadia stared at the scene in utter
bewilderment; the boy crouched on the floor where he had fallen, hands raised
protectively over his face while the well-dressed man she had never seen before
towered over him. “I heard shouting,
what’s wrong?” she looked imploringly at the boy and mouthed, “who’s he?” while
indicating the Demon with her thumb. “Oh nothing my
dear” said the Demon “we were just talking about you actually” “I’m sorry but,
who the hell are you?” she asked looking away from the boy who was now frozen
in fear and disbelief that this was actually happening. “Close” said the
Demon, he turned the boy. “So, do you agree with what we were talking about
then?” he said cryptically. Nadia looked even more confused. The boy wanted to
tell her to run. He wanted to throw himself in between the Demon and her. He
wanted to do anything he could to protect her from a danger she didn’t even
know existed. But he couldn’t
move. Instead all he did was shake his head feebly. The Demon saw the motion
and just clicked his fingers. The doorway was like an old friend. It appeared
behind Nadia and she didn’t notice as the familiar hand began to pull himself
through. The single light set into the ceiling went out. “Are you sure? I
really think you should agree” said the Demon. Despite the
darkness the boy could see everything. He could see Nadia and the Demon. He
could see the skull appearing soon to be followed by shoulders and torso. It
wasn’t long before it was completely out of the doorway, bent at the waist in
order to fit through. Finally free of its confines Death unfolded himself,
scythe clutched in one hand, and looked at the boy. Finally, realising that
everyone else was looking at something behind her, Nadia turned. “Oh God” was all she said, much too calmly, before spinning on one heel and trying to run. The Demon grabbed her arm before she could make it even a few steps and clamped his other hand over her mouth to stifle the rising scream. “Not yet my dear. Your husband has a decision to make” Death took a step
forward. The boy still couldn’t move. He really didn’t want to die. He had
forgotten almost everything from his time in the hospital. Everything except
the feeling of weight pressing down on his entire body. The way his life
started to shut down one part at a time. He couldn’t face that again, much as
he loved Nadia his fear raged through his body drowned any other emotion like a
biblical flood. Death reached out a single bony hand. His empty sockets
met the boy’s human eyes and he shook his skull imploringly. The hand touched
the boys skin and he couldn’t take it any longer. Tears ran down his face as he
screamed for the Demon to take her. TAKE HER! The light snapped
on and Death vanished. For a second the boy thought the Demon had gone with it
but a cursory glance crushed all hope beneath one iron boot. Nadia had no idea
what was going on anymore. The man in the suit released her but she didn’t try
to run. She couldn’t, something was holding her there and it was much, much
stronger than anything she could ever muster. She watched the man she loved as
he stood shakily to his feet and looked at her like she wasn’t there. His eyes
misted with tears. The salty drops ran crazily down the furrows of his face. “I love you” he
said and looked away, eyes firmly shut. It was the last sound she heard. Her
entire attention was taken up by the boy so she didn’t see the Demon baring
down behind her. She barely felt the first bite as it stabbed into the flesh at
the base of her neck and didn’t even have time to scream as the Demon pulled
her head clear of the spine. The boy listened to the Demon feasting. When he
turned around again both Demon and Nadia where gone. Only one thing was left,
spinning slowly on its edge like it had been dropped. A single unadorned band
of gold, identical to the one on his own finger. He picked it up
slowly and held it in his palm as the sound of the party began to creep back
into his reality. Something in the
boy had snapped now. People didn’t notice it because they couldn’t see anything
recognisable in his mask of a face but if they had they would’ve backed away
and run for their lives. No one remembered where Nadia had gone and people just
assumed she had got cold feet and fled. The boy remained silent. The first thing the boy did when he got home was to burn every single picture of the wedding. Shortly after he moved out of town with his son and bought a gun. He started reading old books about Demons and angels. He bought a crucifix as well and hammered it above his door. People assumed he had gone mad with grief, they were wrong. The boy had gone mad with rage. No more cowardice,
he would have his revenge… Chapter
4
The boy loaded the
gun with deliberate calm and cocked it with same unsettling serenity. Job done
he placed it on the table and walked to the calendar to cross of another day.
Today, the Demon would come today. The boy checked the clock next. Two hours to
go, he had time. Sitting down in the large armchair placed strategically
between fire and television he started to polish the gun. On his bookshelf
tome upon leather bound tome sat and stared accusingly back at him. Each one
had been bought or, when the owner was asking too much or simply unwilling to
sell, stolen from churches and collectors around the country. Together they
detailed more that three centuries worth of collected knowledge about Demons. The boy put down
the gun and looked at the clock again. Still an hour to go. He leaned over and
lifted an old picture from the mantle piece. It was the photo from the wedding.
One side of the picture had been burned away the day after the wedding by the
boy brandishing a box matches and a determined expression. He had removed every
single picture of the Demon and burned him away. He looked at the newly
doctored picture and smiled through the scars. Nadia smiled her frozen smile
back at him. He placed it back on the mantle piece, twisting it slightly so he
could still see her from where he sat. Fifty minutes to
go. “This is for you”
he said to the picture. “For you” The boy picked up
the gun again. The boy waited… © 2010 UnwelcomeguestAuthor's Note
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Added on March 7, 2010Last Updated on March 7, 2010 AuthorUnwelcomeguestWinchester, Hampshire , United KingdomAboutWell, I'm sixteen and essentially sick and tired of the utter mundanity of the world I get to live in. When I was younger I would pretend to be an alien and escape from school or have imiginary sword .. more..Writing
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