Curly blond hair covered in blood and unidentifiables. Her broken cry echoed on the walls of the dilapidated building. Her mother lay scattered across the apartment building in pieces. One arm hanging on the broken balcony , an eye in the corner , her legs in the door way and her head ,smashed into pieces reminded the room of weeks old spaghetti. The walls ached and groaned for the infant , wishing to remove the vile things the child would have seen a few hours ago, but it was unmoving , stationary , it's only purpose was to provide shelter but it had served its purpose and now it stood cemented as the world crumbled around it .
Only hours ago the young mother stormed into its wombs seeking shelter from her assailant . Her labored breathe signified that she had been running for sometime , she screamed for help in a horse voice , in her arms bundled was a small human, the building continued to survey the situation , she tripped over wires and scattered bricks trying to reach a safe haven . However the bundled in her arms screamed. Frantic she covered the mouth with her hand screaming to all things in hell that the dammed child shut up.
Unbeknownst to her , the ended had arrived . He startled her and she scrambled to get away . He held a cut lass in his arm and he swung at the woman. In her frantic state she threw the baby , it landed with a heavy thump as the wind was knocked out of its tiny chest . The game of cat and Mouse continued as the man chased the woman. She begged for forgiveness but it fell on deaf ears . He corned her and with one slip of his wrist he hacked away at her body . Dismembering her as she screamed for a savior . In his sick and twisted rage he mounted her, thrusting into her has he brought the blade across her neck . Thrusting three more times before he spilled into her .
He walked over the screaming infant and for a second the room thought that we would attack the child , but instead he shook the last remaining of his bodily fluids upon the babies face and ended with the mighty stump to its chest .
The building wept for the child for it knew that it was meant for something more . It's broken wail wheezed into the night as it's chest inhale and exhaled in a shaky manner.
The room had made its decision it would help the baby . It would unbind it's hooks that kept it anchored to the ground . Wires and metal bars limped across the floor to the child . It could do it , the building thought , it could , one more step , one more , but it had miscalculated the movement of a beam and before it could make an adjustments its smashed the infant turning its once solid body onto liquid , maybe it was meant to be the building thought depressingly.
Stunned and heartbroken the building crumpled encasing the dead bodies in its tomb.
