Chapter 2: H.V: Chapter 2-1
In a small room donning with white flowers hanging by the golden ceiling line and bookshelves made by soft birch wood carrying both manuscripts and storybooks; The walls of the room beheld unlit candles, picture frames of angels, and narrow windows; and the floor embedded with brown tiles and covered with large maroon floor mats that made the room neat. The room standing in silence, except for the little snores being made by a small young boy napping on a white wingback chair beside a lit fireplace, with a book — titled Scriptures of the Divine — dangling in his hands as he sleeps. The boy had golden fringe hair swoop to the right side of his face and silky white skin that made him shine; wearing a small white button-up shirt and silk grey pants.
He sits in his chair sleeping soundly during a dark cloudy day, while the light from the fire touches his skin, muttering faint words while he sleeps. For moments, he slept quietly still, until the book he held fell from his tiny hands, making a faint noise, but enough for him to hear. He wakes up in his surprise by the booming sound —revealing his golden encrusted eyes, awoke and still tired — then slowly moves his head to look down and sees the book lying flat on the ground. He gets up from the wingback chair — with his legs still sleepy— then sits on one knee, grabbing the book and dusting it off; he stands up again and drags his feet to the bookshelf, then places the book on the highest shelf that his legs and arms could reach. But as he places the book back, he hears a faint sound coming from another room.
He quickly shoves the book back before exiting the room, trying to find the source of the noise. As he opens the door, he enters a long corridor, filled with abstract paintings and a drawing of the clear blue sky; and one big statue depicting a large head with only its long lavish hair and its broad shoulders that sat straight in the middle; it was their god, Cyril.
He walks past the decorations to reach the middle of the hallway: a large room with a grand staircase that leads downstairs of the building. The boy takes small steps towards the railings and places his hands on them with his head facing outwards to look. He scans the room for any fallen objects that may have caused the noise, but instead, he sees a bright light coming from a room downstairs, then disappears as fast as it came. Curious — the boy goes down the white steps of the staircase, then reaches the white linoleum floor of the room. He walks to the place where the light he saw was shining: It was the dining room, with glass plates, metal spoons, forks, and knives placed on a long birch wood table ready to be used.
The room was dark when he entered — without any trace of the light— until it was shining again, but now it was in a different room; connected to the one he was in. He walks past the table and stands still on the entrance archway of what seems to be the kitchen. But he stops after taking one step inside the room as he sees a woman facing away from him. The woman had long straight blonde hair and was wearing a black dress, and seemed to be washing the dishes as the sound of water flowing from the sink echoed throughout the room.
"Mother?" said the boy with a shriveling voice, trying to call her.
However, the woman did not turn around, instead, she continued to wash the dishes as though she didn't hear the boy's voice. The boy seemed agitated and afraid, not because she didn't answer or the fact that there was a lack of dirty dishes on the side counter, but because he never saw his mother wear black clothing, even in a funeral, and her halo was not floating above her head like it always does; in fact, her halo was nowhere to be seen. As he takes one small step forward inside the room, he hears a splash underneath his feet; he looks down and sees that the room was flooding with water coming from the sink.
"Mother…is e-everything okay?" said the boy, body slowly shaking as he looks up again to the woman and sees her head twitching side to side.
The candles suddenly change into a darkish blue flame, slowly becoming larger until it lit the room on fire; the wooden counters and cabinets melts onto the ground and merges with the water; the boy gazes at the melted liquid that slowly seeped towards his feet, and at his dismay, the liquid forms into faces — faces that scream and cried for his help; the screams echoed loud throughout his ears, almost making it bleed. The boy tries to turn around and run, but when he attempts to step backward, he finds himself unable to move.
He looks down and sees that the liquid underneath has turned into hands and were grabbing his feet, pulling him down helplessly. The boy hurriedly grabs his legs and tries to pull up, but the arm's grip was too strong for him to move, and so he stands there trying to run but to no avail; while a tear and two drops from his eyes as his body trembles at its worst. At the moment, the woman starts to sing a lullaby, a song familiar to the boy but had a slight change, tone and all; the boy quickly looks up and sees the woman slowly turning around, singing the lullaby as her dress sway as she turns, and the fire growing larger every minute.
Little…little angel, flying through the sky
Playing happily with no worry as time passes by
A happy angel, that one would look for delight…
A pause came as the woman faces the boy, looking down as to not reveal her face. The boy stands still waiting, his heart about to explode; his skin riddling with his sweat and his eyes heavy with water. His heart finally skips a beat when the woman finally looks up, revealing her pale skin and her dark eyes that were dripping blood down her face — a face that resembles his mother; she smiles at the boy, but only fear came into his heart. He continues to struggle as he gazes at the woman slowly strutting towards him with blood on her hands, and continues to sing the lullaby, but now her voice was deeper.
Oh, how it brings delight…To see my hands running through his light
Oh, it brings my attention…The only way to save him now is divine intervention
The woman now stands in front of the boy as he looks down to avert his eyes from the woman's bloody figure. But she extends her hands and grips his face, forcing it to look at her with all his attention; the boy tries to close his eyes, but the woman's presence somehow was preventing him, forcing him to stare at her bloody face and black eyes that resemble darkness. She continues to sing deeper, gripping the boy's face as her wide smile reveals her sharp teeth.
Your smooth face fills my heart, not joy, but hate
Let me redeem you, little boy, let me see your wings
Let me rip it apart and free you from this holy thing
In a matter of seconds, the woman forces the boy to show his back to her, she rips his button-up shirt and sinks her sharp nails in his back as she caresses it. She moves her head close to the boy's neck, her lips now breathing down on his nape. She whispers a chant — a whisper so cold it freezes the boy's ears.
"Kalypto,"
And a pair of large white wings emerge from the boy's back. The woman pushes the boy against the tiled floor, then grips his wings tightly — so tight it made him scream in agony. His tears drop to the floor and into the melted liquid, making his cheek burn; the boy struggles for air as he cries an echo, while the woman holds him in her grasp. She sings the last line slowly as her hand slithers to the root of his wings.
Silent...My child, let me take a bite as I grip you so tight
You are now in my sight, as tonight your wings and life…
Are all MINE!!
The woman lets out a strong rip, and the wings of the boy thrash out of his back, and blood spills over the walls and floor. The boy screams a voice so shrill that it breaks both the glass windows and glass plates of the dining room. The woman tears through the bloody wings as she laughs like a maniac, while the boy keeps crying on the floor, begging to end it all.
He closes his eyes, wanting to just fall asleep and pass away. He feels a pair of hands grabbing both of his elbows and starts to shake him, but he keeps his eyes shut; he thought the woman was grabbing him again to finish what she started, but after a minute of being shaken up, he opens his eyes and a white light instantly blinds him. He blinks to regain his bearings, and the first thing he saw was another woman, with the same blonde hair and white skin, but instead of black eyes and a black dress, he gazes at a face with blue eyes like the sea and was wearing a white night robe. The woman's face is riddled with worry as she keeps shaking him.
"Holley — Holley wake up!!" said the woman.
He regains his full consciousness and wakes up from what seems to be just a nightmare. He sees the face of his mother hugging him tightly, his beloved mother, Anna Vivienne. He immediately throws himself into her embrace, crying at the thought of her changing.
"Are you alright?!" shouted Anna as she hugs the boy.
"It's coming after me, Mother!" said the boy as he quavers from the very thought.
His mother rubs his hair softly to calm him down and places his head on her chest. No harm could come now.
"Everything is okay now dear, I'm here. No one is going to hurt you anymore"
They sit together in the room where the boy first napped; Anna caresses the boy's hair and wipes tears away from his face, while he keeps crying. That awful nightmare he witnessed, the screams he heard echoing in his ears, and the pain that felt real — linger in his mind for the rest of the night. His mind filled with questions he did not want to answer: Was it real? Or Was it all just a dream turned into a nightmare?
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