Dungo's Lullaby

Hush Child, the darkness will rise from the deep and carry you down into sleep

Dungo had been desperately trying to see his child ever since he was aware that he had known it was his. Father Rimmer, as he was known, had refused him access to the house since the child had been born. He knew she wouldn't care for it very well, especially due to the circumstances which he came about. As soon as she had found out she was pregnant, Mrs Rimmer had blamed him, even though she had been the one who instigated the 'act'. As Father Rimmer wasn't around and she was holding a party (a hen-do), she had decided to try it on with every male in the house. Being his sister, Denis decided to help her out, trying to make sure she didn't have sex with anyone which would take advantage of her too much. As soon as he got her alone and tried to get her into bed to sleep, she had mistaken him for someone else. She had forced him to comply, Dungo not being able to control himself as she controlled him and forced him.  

Whilst the Rimmer's were out, Dungo let himself into the house to try and see the baby. He had heard it crying so he knew they hadn't taken him with them. He guessed she would never care for the child born of her brother; hating it and claiming he raped her.
Dungo followed the sound of the child's cries into the kitchen. The child was in a box on the dining table, crying and moving uncomfortably as it wanted feeding. The box was way too small for it and a name was written on the side of the box ; 'Arnold'. He was being treated like a pet.
Dungo couldn't help it, he couldn't help seeing this child in this bad way. He picked the box up and sat with it on the floor in the living room. The carpet was soft enough there.
"Hello there Arnold." Dungo cooed, picking up the child carefully and put him in his arms.
It continued to cry, wanting to be fed.
Dungo held out a finger and the baby suckled it. Was this baby his? He didn't know, but from how she was carrying on, it might as well be. He rocked it slowly, hoping to send it to sleep. He didn't have any food for it.
"Hush now Arnold. The darkness will rise from the deep and carry you down into sleep" he said, taking the baby in his arms. He had always been told that rhyme as a child and it had helped him get through problems. If he was right, there would be a lot of darkness in this child's life.
It cooed, touching Denis' face as he rocked him.
"Hmm." Dungo said, wondering how on earth this child was going to cope with these parents.
The small child looked like him, so much.
"You won't understand the cause of your grief but you will always follow the voices beneath." He continued to say, carrying the child to the fridge. Finding a bottle of milk, he fed him. He watched at the baby suckled for dear life at the bottle, almost as if he was going to die if he didn't. Arnold held Dungo's finger and fed, looking at Dungo as he suckled. Once finished and burped, Dungo placed Arnold back in his box after swaddling him.
"There, at least you're warm and fed. Don't worry Arnold, I will protect you."
Dungo then left the small child in the building, not wanting to be caught inside the house when the Rimmer's came back.