Garlox quest

Chapter NaN:// ; TITLENOTFOUNDERROR42

'Can I taste your hair?' 'Please, stop staring at me. I'm hungry' 'Please, just a whiff?' 'Bzzt, Will do.' 'Big brother, you promised me to go to the woods today!' 'Oi, lassy, where do you want your guy?' 'February! Wait!''Your status still seems unchanged child, I really wished I could tell you something else...' 'You have to forgive me, Lynch. But just as you're not interested in my story, i'm not interested in yours.' 'I'll take, take it! It's mine!' A man was gently rocking back and forth. One eye as half opened, the other nearly rolled back in his head. 'This non-stop chattering makes my brain tired. Why do we have to study him, Alice?' 'Sir, we must. He is one of our patients.' 'No, a patient is a person, this man is no longer a person. He just keeps going on about people we can't even make a connection to. ''February?'' That's not a name, it's a month.' Alice didn't pay any attention to her co-worker. She could only focus on the man in the straightjacket, locked up in a completly white room. 'Alice, tell me I'm right.' She shook her head. 'I think you're wrong, Zatsu. Somebody that isn't a person wouldn't be able to put an entire hospital on a financial cliff. Well, luckily we aren't shut down entirely. The police was only this close.' Zatsu slammed his fist down on the researching table. 'Please, we couldn't do anything about that! Luckily we could prove that one of the nurses was a drugdealer. That ruled out mostly anything.' 'Sir!' Alice turned her head, ready to lecture her co-worker. 'Twelve nurses died while looking after Mr. rizoschenicph. If we could blame him for murder, that would solve the case. But they all killed themselves! Hanged, drowned, jumped, you name it, and it had happened. You must admit that something scarier is behind this!' Zatsu clenched his fists, and tried to explain it one more time. 'It was the drug dealing nurse, nothing more, nothing less. We have been monitoring this man for 4 months now, only because they asked us to. Have you wanted to kill yourself?' Alice seemed somewhat embarrassed, but Zatsu was right. She didn't have any suicidal thoughts. 'No... But we can't be too sure.' 'Let's go over the details, shall we? What has he said in the past 24 hours?' Alice put on her reading glasses. They didn't have a frame, and made her look somewhat smarter. 'Mainly, he has been talking about this certain place, somewhere far away. Something about a war, and certain doom. One sentence that caught my attention was; ''A withered flower shall never bloom, but only feed those who aim to become greater than one can ever be.'' I have no idea what it means, but it does sound creepy.' Zatsu looked around. It was a hopeless case. He was locked up with Alice for quite a while now, but he had no choise. As hospital owner he had to fight the claims that people had put against him. 'Let's call it a night, shall we?'

Footsteps could be heard in a far away time, a woman was carrying a blanket, filled with fresh fruit that she had found. 'It may never catch me, or I'll be dinner.' She had been running for almost an hour, non-stop. Her feet were blistered, and scrapped. She didn't look behind her, she didn't even turn her head once. She didn't even know if she was being followed anymore. Yet she felt that she had to run. 'Please, we can talk about it. Hand it over to me!' The voice seemed to suround the young woman. She knew that she couldn't stop running now, or else she had to face an even worse faith. 'No, it's mine! Please leave us alone!'  She didn't have time to look around, but from time to time she would look up, just to see where she was going. 'YOU TOOK IT FROM ME!' The young woman kept running, and running. All around her were familiar faces, carved in the trees. She didn't look behind her, but she could feel a cold presence just behind her. She held the blanket with fruit closer to her chest, and kept running. The voice let out a loud roar. Rain started to fall upwards. and the puddles filled with fresh spring water turned into puddles of blood. Before she knew it, the young woman was running in a thunder storm, with blood splashing all over her face. 'No, I must prevent this.' The young woman was pretty determined, and kept running away. The rain of blood poured down her face, before she knew it she was carrying a blood stained blanket, the fruit nearly fell out, but she didn't want to give up. Every turn she took, the monster could be just behind her. The tree started talking. 'Hush little baby don't you cry...' The young woman kept moving, nothing could stop her now. 'Please! Let me go!' The voice screeched once more. Before she knew it, her legs snapped like little twigs. Parts of her bone were sticking out of her flesh. 'No! You can't have him, he's mine!' While still carrying the blanket with fresh fruit, the woman crawled over to a neaby creek. 'If we want it both, there is nothing else we can do. I must get rid of my baby.' Mary peeked inside the blanket, and there he was. Her new born son. She loved him dearly, but the curse was too big. Ever since his birth, she hadn't had a moment of peace. She would wake-up in sweat, she knew it wasn't real, but in the past days everything started to look so vivid. She couldn't even look inside the mirror, or she would see herself hanging from a tree while still pregnant with her child. 'You killed my son! Give him back to me!' Mary held her son close to her chest once more, and cried. 'I love you, son.' The woman opened the blanket, and held her son into her arms. Her face covered in blood rain. She stood up, her legs till broken and moving everywhere. 'Please, whatever cruel god granted me this son, please take him as a sacrifice, and end my suffering!' As soon as Mary held Mex's head underwater. She could see it clearly, a witch had been chasing her. The last thing she witnessed was the witches screeching, and a bullet in her head. 'Thank you...' 

'You're a pretty child, a handsome child. You're the most beautiful child in the whole world. I love you very much.' On top of a hill near Pannack forest, a witch was holding her stillborn son. His lips had turned a very ugly shade of blue. 'I will take good care of you, I will be the best mother ever.' It had been over a year, but Mex still hadn't said anything. His body had grown, but his brain didn't seem to be active. When suddenly, he started to move. He  cried, his tiny hands held his mothers nose. 'See, I knew you could do it. You're so clever, and handsome. Ofcourse you would survive honey. For the first year, Mex's mother held him tight to her chest. For a year she would feed herself with insects, and drink the rain that would drop slowly from the roof. Her child was acting strange. He was interacting with people and objects that weren't there. 'You're still my handsome son, aren't you?' Years had passed, Mex's was too tired to get out of bed, the only thing that she could see was the empty gaze inside his eyes, an absent look that would only appear in those who were near death. 'Y-you're still my handsome son, aren't you?' Mex didn't reply, he had been sitting on the floor looking at the wall, bursting out into laughter now and then. 'You're funny Mr. Rabbit.' Mex's mother wept thick tears if regret, she knew that she had been playing with evil powers. This was now her burden to carry.  'Excuse me, can I come in?' Queenly's mother knocked on the door. 'Yes, I'm not going anywhere soon.' She quickly made her way inside. It was a rare thing that she was allowed in. Usually she would just get yelled at, and told to leave. 'How is little Mex doing?' Queenly's mother sat down right beside Mex. He looked famished. His mother hadn't been feeding him at all.  '... I know this is difficult, but please. You have to take care of this child, even if it's cursed.'  mex's mother turner over in her bed, and softly wept. 'I am taking care of my son.. he is the most beautiful son ever. He's also very smart, such a good kid.' Queenly's mother felt Mex's wrist. His pulse was weak, his heartbeat slow. 'Please, Mary. If you don't take care of him, he will most certainly die!' Silent tears rolled down her cheeks. 'My son shouldn't be alive, I'm doing him a favor.' Queenly's mother was quite shocked by this reaction. 'That's it! I'm taking Mex away from you. You are never going to be a good parent.' As queenly's mother was about to take Mex home, Mary quickly got up, and took her son back. 'No! No one will ever take my child away from me. Not again!' 'You're the one taking him away from yourself! Why can't you see that?!' Mex's mother raised her hand, and slapped Queenly's mom on the cheek. 'I WILL FIND MY REAL SON! NO MATTER THE COST.' she stormed out of the house, leaving Queenly's mother and Mex all alone. She was never heard from again.