Mister. Help

Chapter 17- Could It Get Any Worse?

Third Persons P.O.V

"I want to see mum." Keaton demanded confidently, crossing his arms over his chest.

Ophelia stared at him in disbelieve, and then her eyes narrowed warningly, "No." Ophelia snapped snarkily.

Keaton didn't want much, just to have his mother's love again. He craved the attention his mother used to give him. The way she used to sing German rhythms before bed when he was little and how she made sure he never hurt himself.

Even though, Keaton hated it then, he missed it now.

Keaton groaned in frustration and utter desperation, "I know what she did was wrong. I feel sick every time I think about what she did it me. But she still is my mum and for some strange reason I feel the need to see her." He shouted, flailing his arms madly to and fro.

"She's not even your real mum!"

Keaton froze; arms mid-air and mouth agape.

How could she not be my mum? He thought.

Ophelia gulped and took a hesitant step backwards. Head bowed and hands strictly beside her sides-almost like an Irish dancer-, she dared a glance upwards. Ophelia's eyes widened in shock, as her heart started to beat rapidly.

There before her very eyes... her worst nightmare. She watched in utter horror as her younger brother mutated before her.

His arms shrank into the very sockets they bore from before. He foamed at the mouth as he spat out the venomous words. The warm salvia flew out his mouth and landed on her face.

She grimaced at the feel of the salvia, making its way slowly down her cheek. She didn't dare try and wipe it away. He suddenly started to flail and writhe in the discomfort as the grasping tendrils grew from his sockets. At the end of each arm came eighteen-inch needles; poised ready to attack.

He swung, seeming to grasp at air.

His bellows continued but somehow the pounding of her blood in her ears, drowned it out. She fell to the floor, with the utter desperation to sink through it. She hadn't had this nightmare in years, but now it was happening in real life.

Her breaths turned into pants, as the monster suddenly shifted shape as she watched. No matter how much she willed herself to look away, she couldn't.

She was stuck.

The purple from his tendrils lightened insignificantly before veering to an eerie green. She could feel the bile starting to make its way up her throat. She knew this image wasn't real, but to her it did.

The mouth on the monster abruptly snapped shut.

Opened.

Closed.

Opened.

A sound came from it, like strangled cat. The mewling continued and the shouts dissipated completely. The mouth snapped shut again with an audible click, when a fleshy membrane grew over its mouth.

Within all the madness, the eyes glanced lazily over Ophelia. Five eyes blinked simultaneously and refocused on Ophelia.

She quivered in fear of what the monster could be thinking. To her, the eyes didn't seem to be peaceful at all. They looked restless as they darted back and forth. The monster stumbled clumsily towards Ophelia in a mess of legs and arms.

It pushed and shoved items in its way and then-

It was gone.

Simply gone.