Archie Anderson, Maddison Emma Wheeler
What if a child from another world crash-landed on Earth, but instead of becoming a hero to mankind, he proved to be something far more sinister?
Warren Watson. Although, at first sight I may seem like your average, gentle, soft-spoken child — I'm not normal. I will never be, and sometimes it's hard for me to accept that. But I have to.
Sometimes I feel cursed. Like all the bad things that are happening to me are for a reason. I did something to deserve this. I've done things. Terrible Things. Guilt is always following me wherever I go. Memories trapped inside my head that won't go. No matter how hard I try to forget.
Some part of me wants to remember. I don't know why, but I just feel like if I could put my life in order. Fully understand everything...
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On the outskirts of the bright, appealing New Block City. A small suburban house, the household of the Watson's, was sitting in the middle of crops, fields, and windmills. Although, there were barn houses nearby.
A gentle wind drifts into the open window of an upstairs bedroom were Eevee Watson was returning a book to her shelf. Eevee was a woman in her late 30s, who greatly wants to be a mother, but was infertile and could never have children if her own.
She slid the book, The Lost Journals by Mur Lafferty, into a bookshelf. As she brushed her fingers along the row of novels she picked out, The Island by Max Brooks. Placing it onto the desk next to her bed. Available for her to read it before she goes to sleep.
She exited the room, passing a vibrant but vacant room that seemed for a child. Yet they're was no child in the house. Panic-stricken, Eevee hastened down to the kitchen in a hurry. Forgetting the cookies were still being baked in the oven. She yanks the oven mitts from the other side of the kitchen. Pulling the handle to the oven open, she pulls out a tray of freshly baked cookies that were luckily not burnt.
Eevee propped the tray onto the table. A plate with pumpkin pie next to it and two glasses of water. She sat the cookies onto the plate. Eevee staggers into the room, struggling to hold so many plates.
Tim Watson sat on the couch, Eevee's husband, and in his early years 40s. Suffering from the same desperation for a child as Eevee, Tim also desires to be a father.
Even though they have tried countless times, they're not getting any luck. They had even gave names to they're children. Warren, which would most likely be used for a boy, and Allison for a girl. But they got neither.
He glanced at the T.V until he hears his wife walking inside. Averting his eyes, he stood up to help Eevee carry the plates. Taking the plate of pumpkin pie and one glass of milk. Now with less weight on her, Eevee is able to easily settle the other plates onto the table without any trouble.
"Thanks," Eevee thanked him as she sat on the sit next to him, "The movie starting?"
"Yeah," Tim began to take a bite of the pumpkin pie, he smiles brightly with delight. He turns to his wife, and with his mouthful he speaks, "I don't know what you put in this, but this is amazing!"
Eevee cheerfully chuckles, "Chef's secrets!" She smirked. Resting her head on his shoulders as the movie began.
𝙈𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙢...
Eevee and Tim's gaze are locked to the television screen. Through the joy in they're eyes it was clear they were enjoying the movie. As they continued to watch, Eevee glanced around the room. It was ever so slightly shaking. Until it suddenly stopped.
"What was that?" Eevee kept her eyes on the ceiling.
Tim noticing the fear in her eyes, follows her gaze to the ceiling, "Don't worry, probably just the wind," He reassured her.
Just as she was beginning to forget about it, the shaking had returned. But it was shaking harder. Violently. The Chandelier was wobbling. The table in front of them was also reacting to this. The lights abruptly go out. The two look around in the pitch black.
Nothing but a static was shown on the T.V. But it was the only source of light in the room. The house was now being thrusted around. It was like an earth quake. Fortunately, it stopped. Everything still once again. However, the lights were still out.
"Eevee, are you okay?" Tim asked. Worried. He didn't get a response... "Eevee! Are you alright!" He raised his voice. Even more worried now.
"Yeah, I'm all right," Eevee stammered. Panting in fear.
The moment the lights switched back on, Eevee noticed a sinister red glow, beaming from the woods. Stepping towards the window to inspect it closer, to her surprise, mountains of smoke ascended from a rusty object. Rushing out the front door, they sprint down into the dense woods.
Eevee kneels down towards towards the object. Revealing it to be a comet. Yet a small handle on the front of the comet lead her to believing it could be much more than a comet. She dragged it open, and what was in front of they're eyes was not what they expected.
A small innocent baby.
Wailing through it's adorable brown eyes. Pulling the baby into her arms, Eevee rubbed the baby's mop of brown hair. The moment Eevee beamed towards the baby's face, they no longer cried. Instead, smiling back in response.
"It's just a baby," Eevee turned to Tim, who didn't have a convinced look on his face. Eevee read the concerned look on his face, "What?"
"Put it down, its not ours! It could be dangerous, he came out of a meteor!" Tim exclaimed.
"Come on, no one has come to get it, and we cannot just leave it here. Abandon it," Eevee gazes back down onto the baby.
Her heartbreak and desperation for a child was what was blinding her from the dangers of the baby. Tim knew this.
"Okay," He groaned, "Fine," He sighed as Eevee grinned with excitement. She strolled back to the house with the baby in her hands.
It had been a year since they found Warren, and he was being treated lovingly.
On a vintage camera, old clips of Warren, earlier this year, were found inside of it. A clip played, that was titled:
16-07-2003
Warren perched on the floor, gazing at the ceiling as a Golden Retriever Puppy crawled onto Warren. Slouching on his chest. A name tag dangling around the puppy.
The name tag reads 'Flow.'
Warren immediately gaped at the puppy. He made a noise of happiness.
"Warren, here's your new dog. His name is Flow," Eevee spoke behind the camera. Just by the way she spoke you could tell she was smirking behind that camera.
Switching to the next clip:
12-08-2003 / Happy Bday Warren!
Eevee, Tim and their relatives gather around a birthday cake. Warren standing in front of with a tiny party hat on his head. But none of the relatives knew Warren was from a comet, and last year Eevee and Tim had decided to make Warren's birthday the day when they found him.
As they sang Happy Birthday, Warren goggled at the cake. Already wanting to eat it. The moment they finished singing and had shouted the 'Hip, Hip, Hooray!' Eevee kneeled down to Warren.
"Blow the candles!" She directed as Warren didn't really know how to, but he blew them anyways. The relatives had cheered and clapped as —
The recording stopped.
That was just the beginning. Someone once said 'The bliss of being young and innocent; we daydreamed without pain, without fear, without loss.' But you'll soon realize that's not true...
