Village Of Shadows

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore Moreau wasn't always a monster.

Or at least, he wasn't at first.

Coming from a family of fishermen, his home was on the Moreau Reservoir, a place that Salvatore's parents took great care of. No doubt because it was their main source of income, as well as their pride and joy.

Two large windmills could be glimpsed in the distance, along with a small fish refinery on one side.

Fishermen and workers alike came and went to and fro around the place.

Surrounded by a long, wide dock, with the water bordering the entire complex, the Moreau Reservoir in its best days was an absolutely beautiful and lively place.

The family was well regarded by the community, being considered by the villagers, especially the workers, as good people.

Despite that, they had a secret, rather something hidden in plain sight.

An intense hatred for their only son.

Such was the hatred, that they were ashamed just to have him around, being rejected mainly because of his appearance.

Salvatore was a chubby young man, with strange tastes.

Due to the little affection and interest of his parents towards him, he ended up being a social laggard.

Insecure and displaced, he spent his time lying on the dock, with the water touching his feet, just there, silently, watching the fishermen.

A day in which everything was being the same as always, something he did not complain about, as he adored the everyday. Repeating the same thing at every instant was a passion that no one understood more than he did.

A voice behind his back called out to him.

-"Hey".

Cursing inwardly, he removed his feet from the water, and turned his body toward the culprit for disturbing his special moment of the day.

-"What do you want?". He asked in disgust to the young man in front of him.

The young man paid no mind to the tone, and simply smiled. That was another piece of advice from his mother, always address people with a smile, as well as respect.

-"I'm new here...".

-"And where do I come in?". Moreau interrupted him.

-"Excuse me?".

-"What you heard. If you're talking to me, it's probably to ask me for something. They always do that". Added the chubby boy quietly.

Jason smiled in response and averted his gaze to one of the large mills, looking at it appreciatively. While Salvatore was speechless. He was attacking him with all his anger and disgust, and still wouldn't leave him alone. Either this young man was an idiot or a kamikaze.

Jason finally spoke, after a while of enjoying the beautiful view.

-"It's beautiful". He said.

-"I don't understand". Moreau replied.

-"The place. My mother had told me it was beautiful, but I never thought it would be so beautiful". Jason began, his eyes sparkling at the beautiful sight.