Supernatural Case Files

Damian: The lost smile

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Chapter 4

Right before my amused eyes, Gartord stormed with a farming large sickle, running after Gartord while struggling with every gasp, I viewed my daughter Betty pacing in the direction after signaling an intense alarming situation.

It wasn't even proper months spent alongside Gartord for 5 years child to witness such a horrible site before his soft tear tear-drenched eyes as the child stood helplessly under my strong grip.

Gartord started hitting Chris to the state of being badly injured with blood scattered all around the beautiful grass coverings, Unable to stand still Betty rushed towards the direction of helping Chris in her distress, he was lying cold and partially knocked off, Gartord never even spared her daughter from the horrible fate. Never considering the consequences of the horror being enforced in the naive 5-year-old mind Gartord heartlessly pursued drowning both the bodies in his vague attempt to clean the majority of the blood evidence, Gartord coldly picked those bodies with his fine physique for an old man and proceeded to dunk the bloody, unconscious bodies in the calm swamp. I could even see the bloody traces and spreads of the cruel drag marks, small fishes surrounded their bodies with the smell of something different. Betty and Chris lay down in their sorry state sinking slowly into the water, sooner the water was not transparent but transformed into blood-red in the blood of the victims.

His innocent eyes glared at the site of the bloody swamp and Damian could hardly maintain himself so was I while seeing my daughter die a horrible death.

Gartord mercilessly called out the scared child to clean out the blood traces from the grass spotlessly. Restricting my heart, my feared self couldn't allow itself to put it into action for fear Of losing the only life remaining.

The view of the child wiping clean his parents' blood with silent tears escaping his innocent eyes made me memorize my daughter's somewhat clean childhood, the pleasant memories of me changing baby Betty's dirty nappies to putting her pink clothes on her tiny toddler frame, helping her wear her school uniform for the first school day whereas Gartord was busy shouting out rules, helping her select charming event-based dresses apart from her casual emo fits, her unattended wedding and everything tarnished as baby Damian screamed in excruciating pain as the whip of Gartord heartlessly landed on the child's back for not cleaning the tiny bloodstains quickly and effortlessly.

My life has been shattered, and so has my will and my heart. My daughter has been murdered before my eyes. I have no tears left to sob, I am still amused as fresh.

I was reluctantly at pretty worst in my life, my heart pacing to its limits with the face of a struggling toddler before me, My mind wanted to jump up for help immediately but my body was stuck as a dry old stick on the grass. Pain pondered upon my beating heart as if I were to die right away. The little orphaned boy, cleaning the blood traces away while the majority of the blood covered the clear swamp water. The only remaining genes of ours was this poor orphaned 5-year-old Damian Bardens.

'What a cruel fate,
On such an innocent face,
The dead parents, and little remaining blood traces to clean on the scene.
The sky is limitless,
So is the sadness of this lad.
This entire day torments and tears my peace apart to pieces.
Looking back to the day I still wonder how did my cruel heart not take a break from its selfless service. With a mind filled with nothing but the nightmarish experience from those green eyes.

Damian was my only hope alive.'
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Leaving the dead back in the swamp, the nightmare, the love, the warmer heartbeat, and everything, a part of the soul, the forever memories. I partially hoped the life of this little final remains to live smooth, but those were just my partial wishes. The horrible vision was yet partly covered. What happened next was part of his gruesome mentality.

Gartord didn't even let the poor child have a breath of relief. After making to clean the evidence spotlessly, Gartord ordered little Damian to bring the drowned dead bodies to the surface. At this part of gruesomeness, even my heart wanted to step in with total bravery, but Damian silently directed me not to. Maybe it was too much for that small soul. It took me time to settle back into reality and the sight of an innocent silently carrying his parents' dead body by now. Damian had no hopes and dry eyes. The soul has probably been through enough. Praying for the situation to get better, I even find the child in an even more damaging state. Now that he silently carried the bodies out he was now expected to carry them alone back to the mansion as an expected punishment for meeting secretly behind his back. Every second became more intolerable for me and I couldn't even read through the innocent heart being forced to carry the dead back to the mansion.

Hitting back on the entrance floor of the wood mansion made me remember the ringing voice of my daughter gladly welcoming us after a long hunt. While Damian proudly held up the dead birds he caught. Now, apart from just dead birds, Damian had to sadly hold the weight of his parents on his tiny shoulders weighing his spine down. Gartord didn't even resist scaring the child with the whip at this crucial moment.

Unable to carry the burden for longer while finally at the home Damian let loose of the grip and landed on the floor before even being capable of placing the bodies down. Gartord standing just back at him out of his pure rage lashed the poor boy out on the floor right next to the drenched down soul. Damian trembled in great fear while his green eyes stared blankly at the trap door.

Gartord then recklessly ordered the poor boy to shove his parents remains down the dark basement.

I still wonder how the boy managed to bear the weight through the dark without any torch and under severe emotional and physical burden from the dead.

The room would eventually stink but Damian still stayed longer in that stinking smell to talk his pain out to his dead parents.

'Mom, dad...
What am I now?
Am I the orphan that granddad calls me?
Aren't you alive with me?
Grandma reminds me that you are deep in your thoughts while still asleep and you will wake up when the time is right like what we call that word 'hibernation.' Deep long sleep as in bears and snails.'
Once you are awake again can we go swim, while mom bakes me some delicious choco chip cookies till I get exhausted on the way back home?
Mom, you protected me a lot while you were awake and now that you are asleep I will protect you from that horrific old man so you can have your time to protect me back after waking back when time is alright. But till that very moment, granny is too old and exhausted her bones to pretty useless work 'the gardening.' Now there is no one to stay by my side as you did. I have to grow stronger to bash away that old bastard and one day Mommy your greener eyes will spark brighter when I overcome that dude all by myself.'

Remembering word to word with what I heard after sneaking on that little child made my heart stop for a while, What will happen if he gets to know the truth eventually? The little cloud is gonna burst so hard or maybe harder than ever imagined.

The coldness and keenness of Gartord finally tormented his generations to the extinction.

The bloody eagerness and fierce action for quickly throwing away all the corpse-related memories. Money has converted Gartord to a level where he becomes a family killer by taking away the life of the boy's parents.

'Damian shall learn the hard way, his dead parents shall always torment him. The kid has no means to remember his parents except the dead and decapitated bodies.' Those were his proud words.

Damian's innocent green eyes witnessed the slow rotting of the flesh. Maggots started appearing and Damian wasn't the same as before. Damian started feeling restless.
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