An Empty Grave

Chapter 1 - The Voiceless

It had never entered his head that his son was not his own blood. But now he knew and it still plagued his mind, like a single drop of blood in a ocean of calm sea.

It just didnt click, the puzzle piece never fit, yet it was the very truth he wasn't ready to accept.

It was all just very confusing. Like the reason behind it or the way he found out. No, he needed to stop. He needed to forget for now and think later. Yes, he'll let this large monster called reality eat his brain, later.

He got up from his rocking chair that creeked and squeak under his own weight, unaware of his shakeing and shivering limbs. He reached for his most expensive bottle of whisky and pour the rest into a way to small shot glass, the amber liqued spilling over the edges like the waterfalls found in the amazon rainforest.

This is what he wanted. A way to clear his mind. A way to forget. A way to not think about the dreadfull realisation about his own son. No, he was thinking again. He need more. More whisky. More wine. More, more, more...

"Your thinking out loud again honey"

Yes his beautiful, Innocent wife. The wonderful mother of his very abomination of a son. She was speaking with that honey sweet voice of hers. He could also feel it now, she was touching his cheek with those gentle, soft hands.

"Honey will you look at me, please?"

Her voice screamed pity but her face. Her pretty, smooth face, with her bright green eyes and her rose red hair. It didnt suggest pity at all but regret. A deep unwanted regret. But what could she regret. She didnt know ... or maybe did she. He didnt remember but what he did know was that she shouldn't know what her own child has become. She shouldnt know what blood runs through his veins. What blood runs through his heart and into his brain. That rotton, useless brain that thought nothing but to rip and to tear. And if she knew, her face wouldnt show regret,no it would show disgust, haterid, maybe even fear. A fear she wouldnt be able to forget. She would leave. She would pack her bags and leave. She would try and escape that dreadfull fear.

No that wouldnt happen. He wont let her leave. If she left , no one would want her. No one would believe her. She would be abandoned. Called crazy. She would have nowhere to go. No he wont let that happen. She will stay, with him, in this very house, whether she liked it or not.

"Sweetheart, your scaring me"

Her voice sounded almost apologetic or maybe it was more fear. It was pathetic. Her bottom lip was wobbling, and her eyes were wide. And the change in nickname didnt make it any better. It was like a puppy trying to get a human to save it from its own unfortunet death. And it was pathetic.

Yet it also made him want to hold her close. Hide her from the world. Hide her from that monstrosity. He wanted to lock her in his basement and keep her safe from the creature, like a owner locks a bird in a cage when theres a cat around.

"Mother, father let me OUT!"

A loud shattering sound followed the rough, groaning voice that vibrated through the wall of the tiny home. This was followed by a lengthy screach sound, layers of paint and wood chipping off.

"Come on dad dont you want to SEE YOUR SON again!"

No, he really didnt. He really, really didn't want to see that creature again. He didn't want to see those pale, blank, green eyes that had no pupil. He didn't want to see that rotting, decomposing brain that was ready to crumble sticking out of his skull. He didn't want to look at that ghost white body with potruding ribs and loose, elastic skin that looked like it was torn in multiples areas. He didn't want to be faced with yet another body ripped in half due to that creatures knife like claws and teeth. He, he...

He saw blood. He sees blood? He sees the creature, the blood pouring out of its mouth. The rhythmic dripping driving his head up the wall. He sees his wife, that beautiful young lady he loved. There wasnt much left of her. Her body riped into pieces. Her dress torn to shreads. Her face stuck in horror and fear as the life is drained out of her body. He saw it all. Yet he no longer sees...