Chapter 1: The start of a new life.
"Push! Come on darling, you're almost there!" Peter Destler held his wife's delicate hand as she fought through the crippling pain of labour. Erika Destler screamed in pain, as the tiny new life arrived. Her husband picked up the young boy and cried out in shock. His face was disfigured, his tiny limbs thrashed around. "What's wrong, Peter?" Erika asked, pants in between each word. Her life was slipping away, unknown to those around her. Still speechless, her husband glanced over the small child, blinking viciously as if to find a perfect young baby in his arms. Shaking he passed the baby into his mothers arms. Despite the horror that possessed his face, she looked upon him as the most beautiful thing in the world. "Erik...Your name is Erik" she whispered as stroked his blonde tufts, her face etched in love. Holding him close, she sighed...the last thing she ever did. Crying, Peter rushed to her side, and gently untangled the baby from his deseased wife's limp arms. He despised the child. For after all, if the baby hadn't arrived, Erika may have lived. Looking down on the child, it cried and once more thrashed his limbs around. "Erik." Peter said, with a curl of his lip. He could barely look at the small child he now called his son. The boy's face shriveled into a pit of creases, hardly improving his looks. Erik's fragile body was tinged red as the cold victorian weather hit it, his bare body writhing around in discomfort,with no clothes to hide his manhood. Peter stared down at Erik, with a cold stare to match the cold night. A plan seemed to sneak out of a box in his mind, poisoning the thoughts of happiness that lurked like a fog. The poison bullied the happines into a corner, as if a devil was attacking a sweet innocent angel. Practically throwing the baby next to his dead mother, Peter grabbed his cloak, and wrapped it around the baby, before stuffing him into a moses basket the couple had bought before the birth. grabbing the handles of the basket, Peter looked back on his wife who looked so peaceful in her bed. He sighed, and quietly muttered "Angel...we shall be together" before stepping out of the door and into the cuel dark night...
Chapter 2: The dark.
Peter made his way through the rain that had just decided to gustoe upon the two males. Pulling up his coat, Peter made his way for the alleys. He could already hear the cries of the less fortunate. Erik whimpered, as he knew that crying got him no where. As Peter carried on, the alley soon became a street. He sniffed in disgust, the smells of human waist wafting under his nose. An old lady reached out for him, narrowly skimming the moses basket. A prostitute made her way up to Peter and pushed her drass straps down low, to reveal a bit more skin. Looking at him seductively she asked "Are you looking for some fun?". "Get away you filthy whore" Peter growled, in a tone that made the prostitute scarper quickly, not another glance his way. Peter's destination ly a few steps ahead of him. He knew where he was going, but he had to be quick before night became day, and day led to light.
