The Twelfth Generation

Chapter 2

I wake the next day and find my mother still beside me.

I sigh. Then I look closely at her.

(Strange.) I thought. (There's no sign of decomposition.)

I stand up and look at myself. My clothes are singed as were the ends of my hair. My feet were bare and blackened.

I turn and look at my old home and sigh heavily. There was nothing left.

As I walk into the piles of ash, I notice that my leg is not longer broke and my arm is back in it's socket. I stare at them in awe.

(Mom was right.) I thought sadly as I flex the muscles.

I try to search the ashes, but to no avail. Everything was burned straight to hell. (I have nothing left.) I thought as I kept walking. (Now nothing can hold me back.)

From out of nowhere I'm tackled from the side and I go down. Hard. Apparently, ashes aren't very soft.

As I try to sit up, I instantly get hit with a wave of dizziness. I shake my head trying to clear it, when I hear a voice.

"You're pathetic." It snarled.

"Who...who are you?" I said as I turn to look.

"Who does it look like?" It said unemotionaly.

I gasped in horror. "That's not possible!" I almost screamed.

"It is. And you better believe what you see. Mommy's gonna have to punish you." She said with a creeping smile.

I stared at her in utter terror. (This can't be, it just can't.) I thought as I tried to scramble backwards to get away from this abomination impersonating as my mother.

She stands over Mr and picks me up.One handed. I try to wrench free, but her grip is iron.

As I stare at this thing's eyes, I notice that they're an ugly dark brown. My mom had beautiful carmel brown eyes. Which I unfortunately did not inherit, but got stuck with my father's eyes, which are pale, ice blue.

She strikes me with her free hand and almost knocks me out. Somehow I retaliate and hit her with all my strength, but she catches my attack and crushes my hand in hers.

Through the pain I dully realize that my mother's hands have always been smaller than my own. Another one of my unfortunate inherited genes from my father.

I grit my teeth and smile at her. Then I begin to laugh. She backhands me again and my laughter instantly stops.

As I turn my face, I look directly into those hideous eyes and feel great rage summoning itself within me. I feel it getting closer and closer to the surface.

A sneer crosses her face and she brings her spare hand back for another hit.

Still staring into her eyes, I release the rage through my eyes and feel the pressure lifting from my eyes.

The creature suddenly drops me and covers her eyes with her hands.

"What have you done to my beautiful eyes!" She screeches.

She moves her hands away from her eyes to reveal the damage I've inflicted. Her eyes were no longer the ugly brown, but now were gray as storm clouds. I had blinded her. With my rage.

I look around and find a shard of glass and dive for it. My hand finds the bigger end and when I grip it, it slices my palm, but I hold onto it.

I slowly stand and walk towards the beast. As I get closer, I realize I was doing exactly what she was going to do to me.

I was weak and she had the advantage, but the tables have turned and now her life is in my hands.

Still walking to her, tears begin running down my emotionless face. I reach the creature and raise the shard. "I'll let you live if you answer truthfully."

"What is your question?" It hissed through clenched teeth.

"Did you cause the fire?" I said coldly.

"I don't understand." It said sounding truly confused.

"This ash all around you once was a house. Did you start the fire?!" I couldn't help but start to get impatient.

"No. I was here o.ly to kill YOU. Nothing more. There was to be no evidence. No trace. I couldn't do that if I burned down an entire house, now could I?" It said smirking. Knowing how much her answer bothers me.

"Thank you." I said as I bring my arms down to my side. I turn away from the kneeling creature and start to walk away.

Somehow I hear her pounce in my general direction and I tighten my grip on the glass. I swing with all my might were I feel the evil presence.

My guess was correct. I hit dead center of her head.

I release the shard and it and the creature fall to the ground. I yank the glass from her skull.

I fall to my knees beside the beast and silently cry.

I cry for my mother's passing. For everything I've ever known disappearing before my eyes. Then finally I cry for killing. Even if it was my only choice, I have taken a life from this world.

I knew I would kill again. It is my duty to find my mother's killer. And I won't let anyone or anything stand in my way.