Death Is A Little Thing

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The crackle of flame mixes with the gentle pitter patter of rain against concrete. Sirens blare dully in the background of a thunderstorm, a storm that has brought upon yet another death to a young boys life. He stands there, over the mutilated body of a mature woman’s body. Her face is scarred and slashed by cuts from the window glass framing her corpse.

The boy himself is almost unharmed, except for his left leg which stands useless beneath him. Bone protrudes through skin in unnatural ways, his blood and her blood coming together in a pool of gore beneath him. The pain doesn’t seem to register in him, he just stares, a broken toy on an unused shelf.

Lightning cracks across the screen illuminating his face for a brief instant. There is no suffering in his stare, no pain, just an acceptance of his lot in life. His slitted catlike iris contract in the sudden light, the only movement of his body. Death is no stranger to a boy like him, a cloaked man and a cursed child, both born to bring suffering upon their worlds.

— Chapter 1 : Solitude —

Matias didn’t remember the first time he felt nervous, but it had been many years since he had felt any emotion. He feels like a passenger in his own predetermined story, watching his own life march towards his mandated end. Emotions, connections, any of that was messy and got in his way.

He had learned from a very young age not to let himself be swayed by pain. It was a constant part of his miserable life, and he didn’t see any point in caring.

His sullen reverie was awoken by a knocking sound that reverberated through his house. Well not house, that was pushing it. It was more of a two room shack that was packed with everything he needed for life to continue, not that it should. He did wonder what that sound could be, there was no reason for anything to be within his vicinity.

Not in his remote abode, it’s cozy decorations only disturbed by the imposed marble cross. He really hated that thing and covered it up whenever he could. The designed wood walls and fireplace made his little living space a haven. He had slept on this very floor so many nights, cooked many a dinner in that fireplace.

He sighed and removed himself from his carpeted floor, slowly walking through his home until he found the annoyance. There was someone actually knocking on his front door, the poor bastard. He sighed and resigned himself to another tragedy.

Pulling open his wooden front door he looked out and found a man, woman and girl standing at his doorway. They were geared up in hiking attire and seemed very weary, they looked at his poorly taken care of appearance and his young face finally realizing their mistake.

Horror began to etch itself across the face of the father, then the mother, their daughter looking from one parent to the other. They shook and retreated away from his doorway, leading their daughter away from the monster in the woods.

The father picked up his daughter and turned back to the wilderness. The great expanse of trees that filled Matias’s vision. Living in a valley in the middle of nowhere and you get used to the pristine surroundings. It was peaceful, out here were no one was supposed to be, no one except him.

The little girl squeaked out a response, “I thought you were going to ask for food? You said we didn’t have anymore.” She tugged on his shirt and tried to drag him back towards the house. “I’m really hungry.”

The father took her hand in his and lead her away with all the hurry in the world. “We mustn’t linger here with HIM.” He said the last word with such distain and honestly who could blame him. “We will find something to eat tonight elsewhere.”

The girl kicked her feet, “I want food! I’m hungry!” The father didn’t even seem to register her distress and he and his wife herded her away from the cursed house.

They didn’t get far, they were still visible to the eye,marching down the dirt path when a roaring filled valley. Matias didn’t watch the rest as screaming and the all too family rending of flesh pierced his head. Matias shut the door behind him and sighed, their deaths still permeating through the wood.

What a pain in the ass.