A New Dawn

Recurrence

Harvey’s Father

 

        What have I done? I just want my children to have the perfect future I was thinking of them too much that I forgot the consequences of my action. They’re saved but the others are not. The seven heavenly virtues, the seven deadly sins, the seven demons, why does it have to relate with the lucky number seven when it’s related to Godly matters which doesn’t really add up with my relation to science. I’m a scientist who specializes in cellular advancement. Lately, I’ve been so focused on creating the perfect being to be a sole copy of the children who would die. They would die but some sort of clone of them would replace them with every memory, every action, every mannerism, even their attitude is copied by the same clone.

        It was early May when I had the greatest plan. What better clones do humans have but their own shadows? They move the same way as we do, it’s a foolproof plan. I can save my children, or so I thought. I always go out at noon’s, saying I’ll be hunting, when in truth I go back to my research laboratory close to where my family resides. I created a serum that would be sprayed on clouds, so when I rain it would not only focus on one area but on a large scale. It wouldn’t just be my children who would be saved, but the children of the whole world if the serum does reach the pacific. This serum would bring the shadows of every child to life and will replace them in the unfortunate event of them being taken too early.

        Maybe I dreamed too big, I don’t know. I had the schedule of spraying really early. I want to save as much children as possible. I want everyone to acknowledge me as the researcher that saved the world. I did dream too big, I was there. I saw the plane that’s been loaded with the serum. At last, my knowledge is useful. My dream was too big, the moment the serum was sprayed and the clouds got heavy, it rained; it rained for a good solid 3 days. Everyone was astonished that it would take that long. Rivers have over flown; dams have risen three times before. I received gifts from random investors saying “it worked professor, good work!” My dream killed us all.

        The night I was out, children were scattered on the streets, calling out to their moms and dads. I walked up to one and cooed her to stop crying, she looks like she’s four or 5. “Hey sweetie, what’s your name?” poor kid must be really cold, she only has her jammies and she’s barefooted.

        “Some scary monster took my mom and ripped her throat out, I saw her still reaching for me but her eyes went dull. She died. I screamed and ran to my parents rooms, I waited for my dad. The monster vanished, then my dad came running in on their room and he found me crying on the floor. I felt something watery on my hair when I touched it, it was red. When I looked up, my dad’s head was gone; his head was gone. The monster was behind him eating his eyes. It said she’s a friend and she won’t hurt me, but she ate my mom and dad.”

         She began to pour her eyes out again. The shadows, I made them to protect the children that own them, but I forgot to think about the scared little ones. What if they unintentionally see threat from their parents?  I ran back to the direction of my family, once in a while I hear a muffled scream of a lady, a man. They’re being slaughtered.

                “Dad!" Danny, he’s alright. My child is alright.

        “Dad what’s going on, I heard on the radio that children are killing their parents!”

        He’s scared; I better calm him down or something worst might happen.

        “Danny, it’s okay, I’m here. We’ll both go back to the house and we’ll be okay.”

        He nodded. We were close to the house when it came out. It has horns, a face of a goat, eyes that are blood shot, and the body of a bulky barbarian. Well, well,