Plotting morbid things to do.
As I looked down into the violet eyes of the babe, I knew it would be so easy. The baby girl was only days old, after all, and utterly defenseless. All I would have to do is give its neck one sharp jerk and the horror would stop here and now.
A playful grin moved across my face as I pulled my gaze from it. The monster’s parents stood across from me and radiated both joy and love with sickening intensity. Arms around each other, they smiled with adoration at their child. John’s deep blue eyes filled with pride and wonderment as they glistened with unshed tears. His rich brown hair, ruffled from sleep, tickled the bottom of his ears. Marie’s cool ...view middle of the document...
Disgust coursed through me as I wrapped my arms tenderly around the beast. It took every ounce of control I possessed not to act at that moment. Worried that my control might slip, I glued my eyes to the little bear on its jumper. A light laugh broke from my lips as the irony of that adornment struck. It seemed almost fitting that a bear, pink in color even, should be upon this atrocity. For both appear gentle and innocent in looks, yet either could end a life with extreme violence and never blink an eye.
“I think this call’s for a toast,” I exclaimed and hoped my vigor would be mistaken for pleasure and not the horror I truly felt.
“I like the way you think,” John replied with a laugh.
I did not trust myself to look up when I heard his footsteps echo as he moved out of the room. A second set soon followed and I knew they had left me alone with it.
It saddened me a little, that they had trusted me so completely. True, I was their best friend and they would never have believed that I, sweet and compassionate Joshua Donalds, would be capable of killing their newborn child. I would be able to end it and be far-gone long before they discovered the body. I even had enough time to make it appear as though I had come to harm as well.
With a deep breath, I closed my eyes, placed my hand over its face and tightened my grip. I felt it as the thing squirmed in my arms and I made every attempt to ignore it. However, when tiny fingers touched mine, my eyes sprang open in shock. Her smiling face greeted me and in response, my heart swelled with an emotion I had not felt in decades. The overwhelming need to protect her consumed me and my stomach clenched at the mere thought of hurting her.
Of all the possible complications I might have encountered, love was the only one I hadn't prepared for.
Unwelcome thoughts flooded my mind as I struggled to banish the love I suddenly felt for her. How could this child, this baby, be as horrible as the rest of my kind feared? How could I be certain she would not be just like her parents? Isn’t life a blessing, regardless of what it comes from? Just because her very existence goes against nature itself, does that mean now she must die?
I shook my head, trying to remove those thoughts, but they remained firmly lodged within my mind. I had to get my resolve under control; my precious time was slipping away. When that idea struck, I set her down and rushed to the far side of the room.
I had come here full of the knowledge that this child was an abomination. With every iota of focus I had, I forced myself to remember those reasons. She would grow up to become a monster of monsters, and I could not let that happen. Even the Shadows revolted at the thought of it. This atrocity, disguised as a helpless infant, would be the end of everything. Every thought it had, every breath it took, every second of life it lived could trigger time to collapse, cause life to fold in on...