Thorn

Halloween

Then once again like every year came Halloween, the anniversary of many deaths and one of which that had caused a death. Michael did not like the feel of it, some felt...off, but he had Jane drive the boys into the city, taking them trick-or-treating. Michael spent his time at his wife's grave. His new truck parked not too far away. He drew the symbol that was on their wrists, now just his wrist, in the dirt. He looked above at sky. A hundred million twinkle lights in neon blue and then he saw it. The symbol that was on his wrist in the sky. This symbol is very ancient and has a dark history behind it. It's called Thorn, or the Rune Thorn.
The runes are an early alphabet, originated around 500 B.C. They were symbols carved out of wood or stones, used in pagan rituals to portent future events and invoke magic. Among the ancient druids thorn represented a demon that brought sickness and death to hundreds of thousands of people. In Celtic legend a child from each tribe was chosen to be inflicted with the curse of thorn to offer blood sacrifices to its next of kin, their family, on the night of Samhain. The sacrifice of one family meant sparing the lives of an entire tribe. The druids were also great mathematicians and astronomers, but the thorn symbol is actually a constellation of stars that appears from time to time on Halloween. The curse is to exploit pure uncorrupted evil into the innocent mind and eventually it corrupts the soul of the child. The reason why the child kills. The reason why Michael killed. Evil is something that cannot be controlled. It's like cancer, it spreads. He didn't want to kill, but he had no choice. If he wanted to get rid of the rage and corruption he would have to kill his entire family or so he thought because even now it still lives inside him. Probably because Tate and Kyle are alive, but he cannot, he will not harm those boys in anyway possible. They're all he has left of Constance. Michael looked around and he noticed a long black car drive by on the road. It stopped and it seemed as if a man stepped out, but once the car drove off the man was gone.
He looked over to the house and saw a faint light on. Michael did not want to leave where he was, so he simply brushed it off and assumed it was Jane with Tate and Kyle.
Hours later are when the three had really came home. Tate and Kyle ran upstairs with their pillowcases filled with candy. they threw their masks on the ground and jumped onto their bed. Before Tate was able to take even a piece of candy out of his pillowcase he saw the silhouette of a man standing outside on the balcony. He was wearing a black trench coat with a wide top hat following it was black pants and pure silver tipped leather black shoes. He tilted his head, before jumping off the bed and walking over to him, he nudged Kyle telling him to follow him. Once they approached the man kneeled down, he had the boys stand side to side and then he whispered something in their ears for a good 3 minutes. The Voiceman stood up and disappeared into the shadows of the night as the boys looked at each other before they made their way downstairs into the kitchen. Tate had grabbed a large 12 inch chef's knife as Kyle took the smaller one which was 8 inches. Tate gave Kyle a devilish smile. The twins made their way upstairs, first into their own room. Tate spotted the man once more before the two grabbed their halloween masks and put them back on. They looked at themselves in the mirror.
"We look just like Daddy." They said in monotone with an eerie giggle. Slowly exiting the room they searched the top floor of the house to find their older sister in her room. She was asleep. Tate walked over to the side of the bed, Kyle took the other side. They both raised their knives and stabbed her on each side of her ribs. the two continued to stab and slash her flesh as The Voiceman stood outside her room shaking his head laughing, amused by how easily he had encouraged the boys to kill.
"Just like him, in the beginning. Stupid and Innocent." He said as Jane's blood stained the bed sheets.
You see, one thing that Michael, Constance, and apparently The Voiceman know is that Jane was never really their daughter. Michael had adopted first.
•One because Constance had a miscarriage
•Two because he thought the curse would be genetically passed down to their children. He did not want his own children killing each other.
The two pulled her off the bed and dropped her onto the floor before continuing their massacre. Jane's screams echoed throughout the house for a few minutes then finally silence.
Michael's irritable feeling got stronger. He looked at the house and noticed this time all the lights in the house were off. He dropped a rose onto the moist soil before getting into his truck and driving to the house as fast as he could. Quickly parking in the driveway he looked at the front of the house, noticing now only one light in the house was on. Michael entered the house and looked around, everything seemed to be fine. Nothing was out of place, but then he went upstairs. It was dark, completely dark, the only light on in the house was in Jane's room. He grabbed one of Kyle or Tate's plastic, hollow baseball bats and held it up as if he was ready to hit a homerun. He slowly and quietly made his way to her room. The door was slightly open so he used the bat to open the door even wider. In the room were two little six year old boys, looking down at the bloody mess on the wooden floor. Michael dropped the bat and entered the room. He walked over to the boys and shifted his gaze over to what they were looking at. It was Jane, but she was so cut up and dismembered you could not tell if it was her or not. Michael laid his hands on Tate and Kyle's shoulder, and then came again he deep eerie laugh.
"Funny isn't it?" The Voiceman said, standing by the door that led to the balcony. "You killed your older sister on Halloween night because my father told you to. And now they killed their sister on Halloween because I told them to. Only differences are that there's two of them, Jane is...was 20, and she was adopted." He said, looking down at the body. "Good job boys." He said smiling.
"You're Wynn's son?" Michael asked, keeping a grip on the shoulders of the twins. The Voiceman nodded. He exposed his wrist, showing off a symbol similar to the rune thorn, but it was different, with a different meaning and it's name was also Wynn.
"Correct." He said. "You see when you killed my father in the operating room at Smith's Grove I remembered what he had done to you. I figured since you killed my father why don't I do the same to your children? Father-like-son, what more can I say?" He said with the small chuckle. Michael looked at him with the same rage in his eyes he had shown when he had killed Wynn. Michael exhaled a deep sigh, resisting not to grab for his throat. The Voiceman looked down at his wrist watch as it made a 'beep' sound. "12:00. And it looks like my work here is done." He said, putting his hat in its rightful place. The Voiceman walked past the dead body and stopped when he was beside Michael. "Good Luck." He said with a satisfied tone in his voice. Slowly, he fixed his grip on his briefcase and made his way downstairs. He walked out the front door he walked a few more yards before looking back to the house with a sinister smile before walking away, disappearing into the darkness of the night