The Dark Angel

The Dark Angel Part #2

Charlie a young boy only 9 years old, with black hair and brown eyes had never knew is life would turn out the way it did. His mother and father had been happily together for years, and at the age of five Charlie had been ecstatic for the new edition to the family. An unnamed little boy, who would have been a star. Though an unexpected event happened leaving the unborn child dead, and Charlie severely traumatised.

His father had come home one day, though something was different there was a change in the air. And Charlie could feel it, the air was tense. Charlie slowly walked downstairs going to greet his father when a strong smell entered his nose. It caused his nose to burn, the scent of alcohol drifting through the house. Curious the little boy walked further down the stairs, meeting the eyes of his drunken father.

"Daddy" Charlie says, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as his father stumbles over to him.

"Where's your mother?" He slurs, grabbing hold of the wall too keep him steady.

"Looking after de baby" Charlie states, unable to pronounce his 'th's yet.

"Maria!" His father shouts, causing his wife to come running out of the kitchen. With an apron on, which did nothing to protect her from the onslaught of flour.

"Yes" She asks, her hands on her hips.

"Get me a-a beer" His father try's to take a step forwards but ends up stumbling onto his wife. Who jumps out the way in shock, letting him fall to the floor.

"You bitch" He growls standing up slapping her in the face, causing her to gasp in shock.

Charlie stood off too the side watching the abuse take place. But he was too scared and confused to do anything but watch as his father slowly beat his wife and unborn child to death. As he hit his wife for the last time, he turned his eyes on his only son.

"Come ere" He almost growls at him. Charlie squeaks running over, afraid he will get punished like his mother and unborn brother.

"I want you to go to your room and stay there" Charlie nods his head quickly running up the stairs, but not before taking a final glance at his mother. He ran to his room, shutting the door behind him. And though the pain in his heart was unbearable he couldn't find it in him to cry. There was a pounding on the stairs causing his heart to stop. The pounding stopped at his door, and then the was a clicking of a lock before it all went silent.

Charlie was locked in his room for years, only being let out for food and water once every couple of weeks. He was also severely tortured being beaten almost to death. His father used to carve words onto his body. Whilst Charlie would just sit and endure the pain, until pain was all he knew.

His dad died, when Charlie was nine, letting Charlie free. That was ten years ago now as The Dark Angel he roams the night, going to houses where children are filled with doubt about themselves. Slowly using the dark cloud of depression to slowly kill them. Letting them endure all the pain, Charlie had once gone through.