My name doesn't matter

Part 7

The door opened.  No one stood on the other side.  The cabin was empty.  Key stepped inside, and I followed.  Inside smelled like my grandma's house.  Exactly like my grandma's house.  I felt at ease for a second, but then the door snapped shut behind me.

"And who might this be?"  An old lady's voice came from behind me.

"Trips."  I said.  I kept my eyes pointed forward and focused them on Key.

"And why has Key brought you to mother?"  Mother asked.

"I want to go home."  I said.

"He was lost in the woods."  Key added.

I heard something moving behind me.  Key's eyes followed it.  The sound of soft footsteps came from my right.  I finally let myself look.  And old woman, woth the same almost-human look at Key stood too close to me.  I pulled back as our eyes met.

"Oh, don't be afraid!"  Mother said.  "Mother will help you.  Yes, yes."  Her voice was soothing in the wrong kind of way.

"Will you?"  I asked.

"Of course!"  She answered as I noticed her teeth.  They were sharp as knives.  I flinched.

"Your teeth!"  I yelled as I started to walk backward.

Mother frowned.  Key's hands grabbed me by the shoulders.  I screamed.  Mother lunged.  Key gripped.  I kicked.  Mother's teeth sank into my thigh.  Key pulled me back.  I swung my hands down and struck Mother.

"You're not Mother!"  Key screamed as he tossed me away, leaving several of Mother's teeth in my leg.

Key pulled his bow from his back and fire an arrow.  It landed between Mother's eyes, and her head rolled back.  A scream cam from her mouth.  The scream turned into a roar as the blood poured.  Then, the roar turned into vomiting as her jaw unhinged.

I felt my leg bleeding and my pants becoming tacky with the blood, but I couldn't stop staring at Mother.  She vomited out pieces of something vaguely human.  It wasn't until the head rolled from her mouth that I understood.

"Mother."  Key whispered as the Fake Mother died.  He dropped to his knees and picked up the partially digested head.  "Mother."  He said again.

I finally looked down at the wound on my leg.  The teeth that remained had broken off cleanly.  They looked like little white shards of glass.  The hole the others left gushed blood.  I felt my word turning black and laid down, hard on the cabin floor.