Inheritance (Book 1 of Wakwak Chronicles)

The Master

Somewhere near Brown St., Brooklyn, an old man brings a cake to a house.

"Hello, anybody home?"

A pregnant woman comes out. "Mr. Lutz?"

"I hope I am not bothering or anything, I was walking and I passed by a store selling this beautiful looking cake."

"Oh my, Mr. Lutz, you bring out my weakness. I have cravings for chocolate cake for five months now. You shouldn't have."

"Well?"

"Why don't you come in, and let me give you a slice before you go."

"Naah... you shouldn't."

"Please Mr. Lutz, it will be my pleasure, I insist. Besides you have been coming over here for the past three days now."

"I'm sorry if I bothered you guys, young families kind of reminded me of... me"

"Don't you have any children Mr. Lutz?" Pamela Luchesi slices a piece of cake for herself and Mr. Lutz.

"We never had the chance, the missis could not..." Mr. Lutz fumbling for words and looking sad.

Pamela touches Mr. Lutz's hands consoling him stopping him. "Mr. Lutz, you don't have to say anything."

"Thanks." Oh that sweet odor again. That sweet fruity scent, why do I always smell this on pregnant women? Why do pregnant women always smell like this?

A week ago

Brown St., Brooklyn, Johnson Lutz a 98 year old World War II veteran, a husband, a widower, an actor, a MONSTER. His wife died 20 years ago. He is a pretty normal person, friendly and very neighborly. He kept his weight and muscles toned and runs and exercises daily not bad for an old man. But this old man has a secret of which he cannot even control, a secret he kept for seven decades now, a secret that cannot be helped but through death alone. As a rule he does not actually live around Brown St. but somewhere else, this way it would be easy to bug out and move away when suspicion arises. He has learned in so many years that the best way to keep his urges down was to slowly feed on people, and not totally stop because that would be disastrous.

Mr. Lutz, is a Wakwak, and a deadly one, with years of experience, honing and adopting his technique for decades, and staying low. He is a seasoned killer, a monster.

He likes to run at night, running along with the night runners club. This way he can avoid suspicion when reconnoitering for targets. He tries to be conversant with his fellow runners talking about how they are and how their day went. But there was one that stood out, Jerry Luchesi.

In one of their group runs Mr. Lutz was running beside Jerry.

"Hey! How is it going Jerry?" Inquires Mr. Lutz politely, and smiling.

"All is well, very well Mr. Lutz," Jerry smiles as if he has won something. "My wife, she is due in the coming weeks, I can't wait."

"Your pregnant and expecting, congratulations to both of you."

"Thanks."

"You know I just can't help it, but be happy at couples specially when they are expecting. My wife and I could not have children, but seeing guys like you makes me happy too." Mr. Lutz smiles at Jerry. Very soon now, very soon, Mr. Lutz thought to himself.

The night runners were a community runners club, they usually run around their neighborhood, naturally families would watch the runners as they go past homes. In one of the homes was a woman standing waving at them. Jerry waves back. Mr. Lutz smiles, as if to say lock and loaded, or target acquired.

Jerry occasionally travels and there was this night that he cut short his daily routine jog and stops at his home, trailing him was Mr. Lutz; acting a little surprised.

"What's wrong Jerry? You are turning up earlier, why? Anything wrong?"

Jerry's wife was at the porch, "He needs to turn early, he needs to prepare for his flight tomorrow." Says Jerrry's wife smiling at both of them. She kissed Jerry.

"Oh, I need to prepare for my flight tomorrow Mr. Lutz," replies Jerry. "By the way Mr. Lutz, this is my wife Pamela."

"Your leaving? How long, looks like she'll be alone for days? You can't leave her like that." Protested Mr. Lutz.

"Oh I'll be gone for a few days four days tops."

"Oh its alright Mr. Lutz, you can keep me company sometimes why don't you at least come by during the day time." Pamela prodding Mr. Lutz.

I sure will, Mr. Lutz thought. "I'd sure like to try. I'll come by tomorrow afternoon and see how you are doing."

Jerry replies, "Thanks Mr. Lutz."

"And I'd better get going, I am not that fast as used to, the others are leaving dust behind."

Present Day

Mr. Lutz has been feeding on the unborn baby's soul for three days now. What he feeds upon is the scent of the unborn. It is more like the unborn soul or  rather to put it correctly the unborn soul's life-force. He does not need to make a touch contact with the pregnant. All he needs is to breathe it in.

He slowly takes it in through his mouth, what he is actually feeding on the baby's soul is the life-force. It is always on the third day that seems the best, but in reality it takes three days to consume the life-force of an unborn this way.

The first day, he  breaks and breathes and sucks the life-force's outer guard, that halo around the mother's. That only a wakwak a seasoned wakwak can control to see.

The second day, he breaks and takes the translucent glow around the mother's tummy.

The third day, is the day he finishes it.

He could see a white smoky like light coming out from the mother's tummy or where the belly button should be, the light is spellbinding now the white color is followed by a myriad of colors this usually depends on the mood, like how a synesthetes perceive the world. And it is on this last few amount of the soul's life-force left that is always the best, the color of the light turns to purple. All of a sudden the scent is gone and the light disappears. The baby is dead. The mother sometimes know, but this time around Pamela is too pumped up to notice anything.

Why does it always have to be on the third day, why does it always have to go on the third day? "Oh I guess I must have been spoiling you I won't be here long."

"It's alright Mr. Lutz; at least I get some company while Jerry is out."

"No I insist you do need time to yourself and I don't like to be a burden, with a baby coming."

"Mr. Lutz you don't have to say that, at least I get some company sometimes."

"Don't say that young lady, I will be back, I will be checking on you kids from time to time."

"Mr. Lutz, it's a pleasure having you hear, please do come by. So are you going out for a run tonight, Jerry should be back from Vegas tonight I guess?"

Pamela pours some orange juice for herself and Mr. Lutz.

"Well I try to run as much as possible early morning and evening, it's not that I have anything to do." Feeling invigorated after the feeding, he stands up and smiles on Pamela. "I'll best take my leave now, and thank you for the cake and the juice was quite invigorating. I feel like a need for a walk."

Mr. Lutz is feeling a slight tingling sensation in his head, almost like a headache, but this is something that he has gotten used to and simply ignores it.

"It's a pleasure having you here, and do come back."

Mr. Lutz left like nothing happened, he has gotten used to this charade for years now. His feelings is numb. A great actor is Mr. Lutz, a great monster!