Imaginary

.... "You can't make me!"

Satisfied with himself he crossed his arms, turning away from the other.

Ultimately the one he was mad at was annoyed. He wanted this boy to die.
Hands out in front of him he walked forward, this boy was a nuisance. Why had he spent so long with him? putting up with the sticky fingers of the child, the annoying bedtime stories where evil fell.

Evil was rising up, bubbling to the surface. And with the death of the boy, this, half demon. It would succeed.

A gasp escaped the child's lips as he felt himself being flung through the window, into the open air.

He was going to die. He screamed, screamed for his mother, his father. George had betrayed him.