Spawn Of A Mad-Man

A Boy's Answer

26/3/2047

The week had finally past.

Back in the place they first met, Wing could see the boy, turned killer, stood waiting, patiently.

Out of the darkness the demon stepped out, their face stern and unmoving.

"Have you got what I require?" they asked the boy.

"I do." He replied, walking steadily towards the beast.

The fear on his face was clear, even in the dead of night.

"And?..How do I get in to the school?" they asked, impatient.

"The school is looking for teachers, just get a job there and you're in."

The boy was clearly eager to get this conversation over with but there was still more information that this killer required.

"Teacher's of what?"

"Does it matter?"

"Of course it matters!" Wing was speaking in a deep, irritated grunt.

"The school just wants a teacher, the school's a facade anyways isn't it?" he asked, "they just want someone that seems like they can teach something."

Wing took stood in silence for a moment before taking a few careful steps toward the boy.

"Your work is done." They said.

The boy looked fearfully towards Wing, as the killer looked them up and down, analysing.

"How old are you now?"

"18." The 'boy' replied.

Wing knew in their 'heart' that this was true, but it still didn't feel right.

"You were so young when I first met you. You were merely a child." They reminisced, "I still see you like that. That scared little kid, all those years ago. I made you what you are....and I shunned you for it."

For a moment the 'boy' could see a glimpse of a human in the demon stood before him.

"You saved me." He said.

"What is your name?"

"Henry."

Wing, for a second, had a sincere, honest smile on their face.

"You have a nice name Henry." They continued, "I made a mistake all those years ago. I shouldn't have put this darkness into you, and I think it's time I try to do some good by you."

Henry looked in awe at the person before him.

"How familiar are you with the main gang here?"

"I know of them."

"Good." They said. "Do you have a phone?"

"Yes, why?"

"I want you to take a photo of us, together."

Despite the confusion Henry did exactly as he was told, taking his phone out, unlocking it and taking a selfie with the demon by his side.

"I still don't understand." Henry admitted.

"I want you to find the leader of the gang and show him that picture." They went on, "Tell him that I have changed my mind. Tell him that if he gives you enough money to buy and rebuild the Midway, I will spare his life."

"N.....O!" The beast bellowed, angry at the thought of a life spared, but Wing ignored it.

"Why? What's so important about a pub?" Henry queried.

"Before it went up in flames it was the ideal place for people who were involved in... nefarious ordeals. If you bring it back, you'll have a decent income and a buffet of people that would make great victims for you. Victims, the likes of which, wouldn't put you on my radar."

The boy now had a look of unease about him, one that only comes from an expectation of unkindness that is yet to come.

"What is that face?" Wing asked.

"You're acting like you did all those years ago. When I was scared and you came." Henry replied. "Why now do you show me that angel again."

"My mission is to help the children that are currently being abused in a false school. But how could I hope to help them, if I can't even save the child I hurt myself?"

With that thought Henry glanced at the ground, unaware of what to say.

"Thank you." he began to speak, but as he looked up, no-one was there.