American Spy

The Final Goodbye

I got up and tip-toed on the cold, dark hardwood floor. Our electricity has been cut out for the third time this week. The fire still crackling in the fireplace. "Winter isn't until a few more months," I thought. I slowly opened the door to hear it creak at the slightest force put upon it. As I opened it, I felt the cold calm air hit my face and blow my hair followed by the warmth of the fire hugging my feet. "Why is the air so cold?" I thought to myself. "It's literally the middle of summer." I thought. 

I carefully made my way to his room. Avoiding all of the noisy floorboards, I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall as it struck 12 midnight. It made a loud click and proceeded to go quiet once more with the second-hand dancing as it did so. I smiled. 

 *Thump. 

The picture frames vibrated.

*Glass breaking

I heard something fall followed by violent movements. 

*Crack

It was coming from my son's room.

 Without hesitation, I opened the small fragile door in front of me. And as I did so to make out the outlines of the darkroom, a wave of shock and overwhelming emotions passed through me. 

I felt my lips go dry and my skin go pale. I felt my lungs scream as my heart ached. I stared in shock looking at the outline of a small human being on the floor. Violently shaking with foam forming from his mouth, the ends of his eyes going white, I screeched as loud as I could and called for help. I grabbed the poor body from the floor and wrapped him in my arms. Still hyperventilating, I tried to calm the boy down. Suddenly, he shrieked with blood spitting out from his mouth and eyes forming red tears as his body began to bleed and bruise all over. I could feel his heartbeat pumping faster as his arms were twitching as the rest of his eyes going white. "LUKAS!" I screamed. "Lukas, aufwachen!" How could he still be asleep? Why isn't he responding? Why is he choking blood? Is this the end? Suddenly, I noticed something. The window was opened and the curtains were tainted with blood. Broken glass all over the floor, I heard footsteps come rushing into the room. It was my husband. Life draining from his eyes as he stood next to the door processing what was going on. He looked at me and I looked at him. Both of our eyes giving the same message. "WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?"

"WAS STIMMT NICHT MIT DIR? RUF DEN KRANKENWAGEN!"I said with hot fiery tears rolling down from my eyes. They burned my face but I kept on trying to wake my son up while my husband called the ambulance. "Ich verliere dich nicht!" I had no idea of what was going on and suddenly, at the corner of my eye, I saw a trail of foggy smoke. It was odourless but it leads to the curtains which formed a word I failed to catch the first time written in blood,

"You're next, American Spy."

A/N: I'll refrain from writing this week due to things so this is just like a filler chapter from the mothers Pov. Thank you, hope you enjoyed it, Have a great weekend!

Also credits to this grandpa for helping me with the chapter: ChunkyGumby