Burn For Me

Prolouge

Mia enjoyed watching his son draw. He may not have been a professional, and he may have considered his works to be pretty crap for a fifteen year old; but to Mia, they were masterpieces. She walked up behind Connor and peered over his shoulder.

"What's that you're drawing hon?" Connor craned his neck back to see the upside down face of his mother.
"It's a video game character."
"Ooh. What's his name?"
"Doom guy."
"Seriously?"
"Yep. He's from a game called DOOM, where demons attack a facility on Mars, and he's the only one who can fight them off."
"That sounds...interesting."
"It's really gory. That's why he's tearing the demon's head off."
"Of course it is."

She kissed him on the forehead and then waltzed over to the kitchen, where Devin was attempting to make a simple pasta dish.
"How's it coming along?" She teased.
"Honestly? I think I've buggered it." Devin replied. His Cockney accent was thick, and a little intimidating, but Mia found it quite sexy.
"You're doing fine love." She paused. "Did you actually turn the stove on?" Confused, Devin looked under the pot, and saw that the stove was in fact not turned on.
"Well...shit."
"Indeed."
"I guess we'll all be waiting another hour or so before dinner. Sorry love."
"That's fine darling," she said whilst hugging him, "We can wait."

It was meant to be a quiet evening. Dinner for three, a movie, and then off to bed. Simple. Why did it not turn out this way?
Because partway through eating, the power went out throughout the house.

"Fuck sake..." Devin sighed. "Hang on, I'll check the breakers." He wiped his mouth with a napkin, then heaved himself out of the chair.
"Are you alright Connor?" Mia asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you ok?"
"Of course hon." They listened to Devin's fading footsteps, and then there was silence.

After about fifteen minutes, Mia and Connor began to worry.
"What on earth is taking him so long?" Mia asked aloud.
"Maybe the switches got jammed again." Connor replied hopefully. Mia grimaced in the darkness. "I suppose that makes sense."

Another fifteen minutes passed. Devin had still not returned. Mia sighed.
"I'm going to go and check on him. Will you be ok staying here?"
Connor smiled, though he could not be seen. "I'll be fine mum. Just call if you need help."
But just as she began to stand up, the lights flickered back on. Mia recoiled slightly, and Connor jumped.

"Ok Devin, they're back on now!" Mia called out. There was silence. "Devin? Darling?"
Still no reply. Mia walked slowly down the hallway, and down the stairs to the basement door. A strange smell came from down there, and the air tasted metallic.
"Devin? Are you alright love?"

She opened the door slowly, and the hinges gave a high pitched creak.
"Dev-" She stopped. Her eyes widened, and she stared in horror at her husband's severed head lying sideways in a pool of blood. There was a chattering noise, and Mia looked up to see a pair of glowing red eyes staring back. She screamed, and bolted back up the stairs, but a wet, twisted hand grabbed her ankle and she fell, her teeth smashing into the stairs. She made an attempt to get back up, but the hand began to drag her back into the basement.

She screamed again, and heard her son yell her name in fear. Turning herself around, she saw what it was that was dragging her away. The red eyes sat above a pair of slitted nostrils, and below those was a wide, grinning mouth, full of  dirty, needle like teeth. Mia turned back up the stairs, and the last thing she saw was her son's terrified face staring back at her.

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