"Who are you? What are you?"
The Anonymous said nothing, slowly inching closer and closer towards the man.
"Get away from me!" he shrieked, waving his wooden spoon around. "GET AWAY FROM ME!"
Again, The Anonymous did not reply.
"No! Get away!"
Silence.
"Leo?"
A woman appeared at the doorway, with a crying baby in her arms. Her eyes slowly looked at Him, then back at her husband.
"Leo who's-"
Her voice was cut off, as He raised his hand. Her mouth agape, eyes unmoving; words never spoken. Leonardo glanced at her wife with terrified eyes.
"What did you do?" he gulped.
Silence.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?" he screeched, flicking the wooden spoon.
But The Anonymous wasn't pay attention to the man. His eyes were trained on the baby in the frozen woman's arms. The tears had stopped falling, his eyes looking straight back at Him with interest.
The man stopped shouting.
He looked at Him, and then his son.
That is the moment, that he realized.
"You will not go near my son."
Slowly, His neck turned to look back at the man. Regretting his words, the man shrunk under His gaze. But it didn't matter.
"No," he whispered. "You- you will not take my son."
Silence.
"No," the man sobbed, "NO!"
Shrinking smaller and smaller, he curled in the corner, masking himself from The monster.
The Anonymous raised his hand once again, stopping
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Science FictionYou do not know me. Yet, you are scared of me. You are scared, because I possess a power that terrifies you. You are scared, because I know your every secret. You are scared, because I will always find you. Then, and only then, will you know who I...
