~~~17HOURS AGO~~~
It was morning and a beautiful one at that, the sun had just started to rise. Shafts of sunlight shone through a cumulus cloud as it extended over the western sky.As the clouds started to disperse, the sun came out of its hidden place. Soft rays of sunlight spilled over the beautiful meadow making it drown in soft glows. The sight was very enchanting to stare at. One could bask in the beauty of this place forever.Mother and son stood at the summit of the hill. The breezy wind ruffled their hair making it look disheveled, yet it felt like the wind was actually whispering through their hair."Dawn is so beautiful mom," Blake said pushing back his hair that the wind had ruffled. It was futile since the wind ruffled it yet again."Indeed it is. The world is a beautiful place and it would be so much better without those pesty humans!" Emily said with a tone full of malice, her seething eyes plopping down to look at the big and bustling city that was on low grounds. He hummed softly in response. He always knew his mom hated humans but he never know why. They were both humans after all, could a person hate their own kind?He started in a small voice, "Mother, we cannot hate our own kind...""You mustn't say that!" Her sharp and high pitched voice cut him off. Blake furrowed his brows as he stared at his mother's tall figure with a bemused expression. He had always felt his mother was hiding something from him, but he just couldn't place his fingers on it."Blake, there's something I must tell you, since you have now come of age." She puffed out a loud breath and said in a soft tone, her eyes flickered with emotions as she gazed down at her child.He pursed his lips and frowned a little. He had a feeling he might not like what his mother was about to say, but that not withstanding, he still questioned in a small and melodious voice. "What is it?""You're not human Blake!" His mother declared sharply and then she continued in a soft whisper, "You're the devil's son." Blake who had found what his mother had said amusing, laughed so hard, so hard that, that he could almost feel the air in his lungs elude him. He seldom laughed but this one was really funny. The devil's son? What a joke!Emily frowned upon seeing him laugh so much. She had actually expected he wouldn't believe her. Who would believe that she had a one night stand with gorgeous man without knowing that he was the devil?! No one!When she had found out she was pregnant, she had wanted to abort the baby, but quickly discarded the thought of it when she received series of warnings from Lucifer himself. She had a dream where the man had warned her not to abort the baby. He had told her he was the devil and the boy was his heir and that she mustn't abort the baby.She thought it was a lie and she was just having weird dreams. Not until she had been involved in a bus accident that killed all the passengers including the driver while she was left untouched without a single scratch. People thought it was miracle that she had survived, but she knew otherwise. It was actually the devil warning her!"It's true! Remember all the bad things that always happened to people around you, people who you loved, people you were close to. They all died Blake because you're Lucifer's son. You can never feel love. It's a taboo for you to love anyone...""Stop it..." he shouted, abruptly interrupting his mother. He shook his head in disbelief. "That's not true. You said it was just a coincidence..."Emily bit her lips and said with a trembling voice. "I only said that to make you feel better. People blamed you, how could I add to your misery? Blake, all Twenty-two people you've ever loved all died because of you. You're not meant to be good, it's in your nature to be bad..."He placed his hands on his ears and covered it tightly. His eyes were now starting to water as his tears trickled down his eyes like a river. He just couldn't believe it. Was his mother playing a prank on him? However, the earnest expression on her face told him that she was actually speaking the truth!"Lies! I refuse to believe you. How come you're still alive? Why are you not dead?!" He thundered in a loud voice, one that was so powerful that it echoed a thousand times.She sobbed and cleaned her tearstained cheeks. She bit her lips so hard that she tasted her own blood. She trembled slightly before mumbling, "I have a brain tumor. I have just few months to live."Her voice was barely audible but his ears still picked her words. His eyes widened in horror, river of tears were now trickling down his cheeks. He shook his head in disbelief and laughed. He held both her hands and stuttered, "M-m-mom, you're are... j-joking right? This is obviously just one of your jokes. Mom, it's not funny!"The sadness and pain in her eyes were enough proof that she was dead serious. He was left to drown in his emotions, his breath was shaky and his heart clenched so hard that he felt like he had taken a stab right to the heart.Now that he thought of it, he actually remembered that whenever his mother had always combed her hair, a large chunk of it always followed. She lied that the shampoo she was using was causing her hair to break. It was all a lie!All the headaches she always had. She lied that it was the stress of working at her small flower shop had made her prone to headaches. She had recently developed a terrible cough too or was it the fact that she had been taking a lot of medications that were strange to him. What about her sudden weight loss? She really had cancer and he was the cause! Was he really the devil's son? How could he live without his mother?"I have no regrets, so don't worry about me," she beamed a soft smile, trying to ease the tension but that did nothing. Her lips quivered as she continued, "Tomorrow is your eighth birthday. Your powers will manifest tomorrow and so would your true nature. When you're thirty, your powers will be at its peak only then can you destroy the world and fulfill your father's dream..." She coughed into the handkerchief in her hands. She stared at the blood stained handkerchief and squeezed it tightly.Blake's eyes darkened, his heart bled when he saw this."There must be something I can do. I promise you mom, I won't let you die!" He assured, his voice full of determination.She smiled softly and ruffled his hair. It was obvious she didn't believe his words. Lucifer could only destroy but he couldn't repair after all... She quickly changed the topic, not wanting to talk about it anymore. "Come on. Let's go home. You have to get ready for school."****************Blake entered the restroom and sighed. He had just excused himself from a class that he found exceptionally boring. Not much to his surprise, he had clearly understood the topic at first glance, thus making the topic boring to him. The teacher was still busy explaining the topic to other students so he quietly excused himself from their midst.He turned on the sink tap and washed his face with the running water. He stared at the mirror and reminisced about what his mother had told him this morning. He had to think of a way to save his mother. She mustn't die.The door of the restroom opened and five boys strolled into the restroom casually. When he saw them, his expression turned cold. He knew them. They were all his classmates and archenemies.Mark was their leader and they both hated each other. Blake hated him cause he was an asshole. Mark hated him cause he was the best student in the school.A year and a half month ago after Blake registered at the school, he had easily replaced Mark and always came first place, while Mark was always topping second place. This gave rise to competition and extreme hatred for Blake. First position was his but Blake had taken that away from him. He overheard from one of the teachers that the principal was considering giving Blake a double promotion!He was currently too young for the class he was in and now they wanted to give him a double promotion! Were they planning on making him graduate highschool at age eleven!!! That had annoyed Mark to the core. It was time they taught him a fucking lesson. One that he would never forget.Blake turned off the tap and ignored their hateful glances. He knew he didn't stand a chance against them so it was best to ignore them. Just like he had always done. He made his way to the door but Mark stood on his path, his eyes plopping down to look at him with disdain.Blake had a small and short stature that made him seem vulnerable and easy to bully. Often times, he was always alone and didn't like to socialize. But once in a while, some of his classmates always tried to befriend him. His cute looks and high level intelligence made him the hotshot of the school. Not to mention the countless competitions he has won for both himself and the school. Being the school's idol, it was natural that people wanted to become his friend.No one dared to bully him, unless they wanted to get in trouble with the principal. One thing that was left a mystery to people was how all ten students that had succeeding in befriending him all died in mysterious ways.A recent misfortune befell on his best friend. He had been involved in a car accident a month ago that left him with a broken spinal cord, leaving both his arms and legs paralyzed and a comminuted fracture on both his legs with no chance ever being normal. He was just as good as dead. His parents were considering putting him to rest soon to end his misery.A lot of accusing fingers had been pointed at him. Some said it was a coincidence, some said he was possessed with the spirit of death. Even the boy's parents blamed him and hadn't allowed him to visit his friend at the hospital.A frowned easily manifested on his face as he stared at all five of them. He tried to head through another direction but Mark blocked his path once again.A slightly annoyed Blake said in a soft but menacing tone, "Get out of my way!"Infuriated by his words, Mark pushed him to the ground and snorted, "What makes you think you're so good huh? You're nothing Blake. You're just a cursed child. You don't even have a father. You're just as useless as your adulterous mother. It's time I put you in your place!"Blake's eyes darkened in anger, he opened his mouth and threatened, "Lay a finger on me and I will make you pay!"Mark laughed and so did the rest of his friends. He strode over to Blake who was on the floor. He kicked his stomach which so much force that he coughed out blood. Blake winced and groaned on the floor in pain. "Make me pay? In your dreams. Isn't this wonderful? You should always be below and I above, and not the other way round." His lips twitched a little before breaking into a wide grin. He loved seeing him this way. A feeling of accomplishment flooded his entire being. His next words were but a brutal command, "Beat him up, boys and make him bleed." The boys immediately pounced on him, the kicks, the blows, their insults, their mocking laughter, and the pain he felt. He vowed to recount this memory and kill them all. They would beg for their lives but he wouldn't heed to their pleas. And just like that, he slowly lost consciousness.The door immediately burst open and an angry looking principal rushed into the washroom. The teacher had suspected something like this would happen when the other boys left the classroom so she had informed the principal.He gazed at the five boys who all had satisfied grins on their faces and then at the unconscious boy who was covered in his own blood. Fear immediately gripped the man's short and fat form, his face turning red and his eyes smoldering in anger."Oh my God! What have you all done?!"Blake wandered about in a dark room. He could barely make out anything as his legs marched forward into the darkness. He saw a very bright light from a distance and the light seemed to unto calling onto him.Without thinking twice, he ran as fast ad he could to the light. As he sauntered closer into to the light, it became awfully bright and blinding. He batted his full eyelashes several times so his eyes could get used to the light. Further into the light, there were two roads. One was very narrow and the other was wide. A man on black robe was standing on the wide road with his back facing Blake."Who are you?" he asked but his voice echoed a thousand times. The man turned to face Blake, his lips curling into a bitter smile.His eyes flickered with surprise as he was standing face-to-face with a man that he had a resemblance to. "Father?" he called in a trembling voice, hot tears were starting to spill out of his eyes. All his life, he had been mocked for not having a father but he
Emily stirred up in her sleep, a big smile easily making its home on her lips. She yawned softly and slowly sat up on the bed with her eyelids still closed. Opening her eyes, she gazed at her son who was sleeping peacefully beside her. A smile of satisfaction was still painted on his face even as he slept.She leaned closer to his dazzling face and pecked him on his forehead, her fingers slowly running through his soft and curly hair.She got out of his bed and strolled to her own room where she freshened up. She strode to the kitchen afterwards. It was time to make breakfast for the birthday boy!Once breakfast was ready and the food was served on the dinning table, the door bell rang and Emily went to answer it. It was the strawberry cake and pepperoni pizza cake she had pre-ordered the previous day. It was hard to decide which cake to order as he liked both cakes so she ordered both of 'em. Damn, it was gonna be a feast. It wasn't that much of a problem since the boy had a very lar
"That's him. He killed our sons. Arrest him!" She screamed at the top of her voice. Her ear splitting voice was so high pitched that the glass cup Blake was holding shattered and cut his hands in the process."Blake are you okay?" His mother rushed over to him and held his bleeding finger with a panicked expression.He pursed his lips and glared at Jessica who was equally glaring at him. Her eyes were red and so was her face. She looked like a bomb about to explode.Her son...Emily rose to her feet, her calm and meek eyes darkening in seething rage. She trotted over to the woman's short form and stood just a few inches from her. They stared at each other for a few seconds and for those seconds there was but a complete silence between these two while they just murdered each other with their hateful gazes. The hatred, the rage... If only eyes could kill...Unexpectedly, they was an ear splitting sound at that moment. Everyone's gaze were now focused on these two. Jessica held her face
"Blake as you know, you are one of the suspects for the murder of Mark. We would like to see the CCTV footage of last night."Blake smiled and remained unperturbed while Emily's inside were practically shaking in fear but thankfully she was quick to mask her expression else they would both be exposed. Blake could sense her tension, so he stretched out his hands to hers and gave her a reassuring smile, one that warmed her heart and made all her fears disappear."Sure." Was his simple reply. His mother who suddenly regained her confidence, rose from the couch as she said, "I will go get the laptop."Minutes later, Emily arrived the sitting room with a laptop in her hands. She placed the laptop of the glass table and gestured for Collins to play the footage.Collins tapped a few keys on the laptop. The footage of last night from around 11pm was displayed on the computer screen. Blake was seen dozing off on the bed, his mother joined him on bed at around 11:30. He then snuggled up to hi
"I have evidence!" It was just but three words but those words made a patter of cold shivers run down her spines. He had evidence? How? She made sure she silenced the only person who knew about her death and erased all traces of her death. Could it be he...She laughed weirdly and mocked, "Evidence? How could a eight year boy have evidence? Are you gonna show us a horror movie of a ghost killing a boy? How pathetic!"Collins simply ignored her continuous ranting and asked the boy seriously, "You said you have the evidence. Where is it?"Blake peered into the eyes of the man and gave him an innocent look. His lips quivered as he spoke in a scary tone, "She would kill me if I tell you, just like she tried to kill my friend. He's in a coma now." The boy sobbed and placed his head on his mother's shoulder. Emily's eyes narrowed to her son, the expression on her face was that of perplexity. The friend he was referring to... Could it be Liam?!Jessica felt her legs begin to falter. She stagg
As they awaited the results of her CT scan, the anxiety in Emily's heart grew. She didn't know why but since she woke up, she felt awfully better and she hadn't coughed since she left the house and even as they were in the hospital.She didn't know if she was getting worse or if she was actually healed? She stared her son who was seated beside her. His small legs were crossed and his facial expression was that of repose. Now that she actually thought about it, she didn't really remember much from last night. She only remember running into Blake's room and seeing him ablaze. That was all she could remember and the next morning she was waking up beside her son! Weird?"Blake, do you know what happened last night?" He pursed his lips and replied casually, "You just fell asleep."Her eyes went wide with surprise, she couldn't just fall asleep. Or was it the drug she took last night? It made her drowsy though.She pouted her lips and didn't ask anymore questions. A nurse soon came out of t
Liam chewed on the food hastily, he then took a glass of water and gulped its content down."Easy on the food." Blake chuckled and poured more water into his cup."I'm damn hungry! Don't blame me, I haven't eaten in a month!" he pouted his lips and continued eating. Blake smiled but didn't say anything. He was glad that his mother packed more than enough, otherwise, he was scared the food might not be enough.Liam soon finished all of the food. He licked his lips as he prepared to savour the mouth watering cake. "Time for desert." He muttered, delving into the huge strawberry cake. His lips were stained with icing, but he abruptly licked it from his lips. Blake watched as his friend devoured the cake with amusement dancing in his eyes. He felt overjoyed seeing that he was back to his previous self.Moments later, the door opened and Emily and Helen walked into the room. They seemed to be discussing about something that they didn't notice the two boys on the bed. Helen's mood seemed to
Sitting on the hospital bed with a broken heart, the woman felt a bit hesitant to disclose her ailment to the boy. She gazed at the boy's tranquil expression and then at his innocent blue orbs. She didn't know why but she felt she could trust him. "I have Osteosarcoma," she started slowly with a sullen look on her face. "I was diagnosed six months into my pregnancy and worse of all, my cancer had spread to my Lungs making it even harder to treat!" She confessed with a sunken spirit, the pain she felt burned her heart. It was the kind of pain one felt when a knife was pierced into the heart.She clutched unto her chest and let out short raspy breaths. She felt her lungs burn for air but she didn't get any. Blake appeared to have noticed her difficulty in breathing. Just when she was about to press the emergency button on her bed, his word stopped her, "Don't."As if possessed by an invisible force, she dropped her hands from the button. He placed two of his fingers on her forehead an