Child • Jøshler

chapter twenty five

Trigger warning: blood, murder

Brendon was flying, far too weak to hold his body up while doing so. He was flying incredibly close to the roofs of houses, which was dangerous. But he just couldn't fly up higher.

Soon, Tyler got a sight of him, but didn't want to scare him to he took some time to think of a plan. So far, he was happy to see Brendon wasn't hurt. He kept an eye on Brendon, careful of where he was going. He cannot afford bumping into someone right now. Whenever he felt himself brushing against someone in the middle of the street, he'd say 'Sorry', but ran too fast for the words to reach the person's ears.

He wouldn't have take the street to chase Brendon, but there was no other way really. He isn't a big fan of jumping from roof to roof, so that would only slow him down. All he could do, was hope he doesn't get noticed by a lot of people. He was running his fastest, which made him pretty unnoticeable.

But he didn't know he brushed against one of them.

Brendon realized the fields were on his right. The fields were surrounded with forests on three sides and, well, Brendon believed that would be a nice place for satanic rituals to take place.

All the words the people would chant during the rituals meant nothing to him. He didn't even understand what were they saying. They thought they were calling for him, but he actually had to look for them. If only those words actually called him, it would make everything so much easier.

He rubbed the back of his neck, blinking a few times to get a clearer view of everything beneath him. He was hoping for fire, because it was much easier to spot than some weird thatch circles. Seriously, nothing about satanic rituals made sense. The only thing he got from it was eating.

Rubbing his left eye with his fist, he realized his hands were starting to lose their dark color yet again. He cursed.

He then saw a small bright light to his right. And he was right, there was fire. A line of smoke rose from the forest. He was hoping it to be what he needed and not some random campfire.

If only he could kill campers. It, for some reason, did not work like that. He could only get food from sacrifices in satanic rituals. Besides, he didn't have the heart to kill innocent people. Most sacrifices were willingly giving themselves to death, but random campers were loving life.

Luckily, he saw a circle of people with strange masks when he neared the fire. They were holding hands in a circle around a circle of burning thatch. In the middle of the fire, was an adult man, kneeling on the ground and looking up at the sky. He was filled with bruises; probably a part of the ritual that Brendon didn't understand.

Brendon sighed in relief, starting to fly down.

When the man saw Brendon getting closer to him, he started to scream in joy, forcing everybody in the circle to look up "It's true! It's true! He's real!"

Not wanting to break their chant, nobody looked up. There were a few curious heads, but they fought their hardest to keep their heads down not to disappoint the rest.

Once Brendon did reach the man, the tore his head off, blood spraying everywhere. The people in the circle moved away. They tore their masks off to get a better look at the demon.

They were all teenagers. Kids who were doing stupid things. Only two women among them seemed older than thirty, but all the rest were teenagers.

Brendon shook his head at them and and started to eat the man's body. He bit off large pieces, swallowing them whole; without even having to chew. He felt amazing finally eating, blood was covering his entire face and thus giving him a loving warmth. He was always a fast eater, thus the man's body was gone in no-time.

He left the head, like he always does, as a sign of thankfulness. These kids are probably gonna happily take it and hang it somewhere.

Then, out of nowhere, Brendon heard a familiar voice; a tear streamed down his cheek already.

"You don't love me anymore" Ryan's voice spoke and Brendon spun around himself in search of the source. His face was getting wet of tears fast. He heard the voice again "You disappointed me, Brendon"

Brendon transformed back to human as fast as possible "No, Ryan! I love you! I- I love you, I swear to God!"

"If it weren't for Patrick, I'd still be here" the voice said finally, getting quieter by the end of that sentence.

Brendon looked at the terrified people in front of him, realizing they all had Patrick's face on them. Angrily, he transformed into a demon again and roared, running to them and starting to kill one by one. Many of them started to scream and run, getting time only from Brendon deciding to eat every person he kills.

And Tyler reached the forest. He ran straight into Brendon, holding him back as tight as possible and not allowing him to hurt anyone else.

"Calm down, Brendon! Calm down!" Tyler shouted, using all of his strength to tackle Brendon down and hold him in place. Brendon was much stronger than Tyler, but sadness made him weaker. He eventually stopped fighting to break free and transformed into a human, crying under Tyler's tight hold.

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"What an extraordinary child! So strong! So peculiar!"

"Do we go after them, boss?"

"No, let them be. I'd like to observe for a little longer"

"Yes, sir"

"I must say, good job on making that boy's voice. Truly, love is children's greatest weakness"