The Boy!

BANG!!! went the gun, the bullet ricochet through the child's skull, echoing in his ears as he went down. A familiar man hovered over him, smiling his horrid smile. the man bent beside him and gently wiped the hair out of the child's face, a single tear ran down his cheek as greyness of death covered his eyes, the darkness erupted and then he was gone.

James slumped down next to the boy, being careful not to contaminate the scene, feeling remorseful, he cradled the boys head, feeling the blood trickle through his fingers, he sobbed himself into nothingness, holding the gun to his neck, he pulled the trigger, there was no pain as he laid there, slowly fading away, he remembered happier times before the calamity's began, the day his son first walked, the bike he got him for Christmas, and the child's 6^th birthday when his son woke up from his long sleep, then the red light came, feeling the warmth of hell fill him he felt calm and at home, satisfied he drifted towards it.

3 YEARS EARLIER!!!

James got out of the car, locked it and walked towards the house, calm and content with his life, why wouldn't he be, His wife was beautiful and his daughter reflected that, she was also smart much smarter then he and his wife were, Now his son, well what could he say, his son was.....

There was a sharp pain in his lower thigh, looking down there was his son, Farrell, laying on the tarmac of the drive. He'd come charging around the corner, dressed up in his commando outfit. He must have been running so fast that he couldn't stop and had run right in to him. James sighed and picked the boy up from the floor, Farrell cried like he always did when he had hurt himself, a continuous whine drifted into James' ears, annoying him, he just wanted to shut him up!!! James looked down at the boy, who was clutching his knee, it was grazed and bleeding but not to badly.

“Pull your self together boy!” he said with no empathy

“I can't!” whined the boy

James muttered and picked the boy up, carrying him into the house, knowing that his wife would do her usual routine on the boy.

Julie took one look at Farrell and panicked, she rushed over to the boy and cradled him like a baby, Farrell embraced the attention and cried even more. James muttered under his breath, he never liked it when he did this. Farrell seemed to have Julie wrapped around his little finger, he never got a look in, feeling jealous he tried to get her attention, his wife had always been his, now she was the boys and he resented that.

Abigail had always been pushed away from her mother, when HE!!! was born, James had developed a firm bond with his daughter since, that would eventually become inseparable.

To be continued.......