The hairs on Arthur’s neck stood and with his vigour drained; he was worried about having the strength for the fight ahead. He looked to Danny, seeing his fearful face that sent shivers down his own spine. He felt death on his neck.

Danny froze, thinking about the horrors he had experienced and knowing the sequel was about to be filmed. It scared him to his core, making him consider death rather than life. His mother’s face sent him trembling. He feared her death stare, especially because she was looking at Arthur. He knew what was about to happen, thinking that it was his fault, yet he felt rejuvenated. Although, his nerve was crumbling, knowing they both could be slaughtered.

His mother’s extended smile creeped him out, forcing him to stumble back and it caused Arthur to move. He turned, faced Elizbeth and stared into her eyes. Danny could see Arthur’s withering vigour, yet his courage remained. He admired his spirit.

Arthur had his shotgun in hand. He was positioning the shotgun as melee weapon as Elizbeth’s smile didn’t change; she sensed his weakness and Danny knew it. He just hoped Arthur was ready for such an important fight.

Elizbeth began to use her scream as a war cry and it sent Danny to the floor, shaking in fear but Arthur stood standing, expressionless. His mind felt prepared for the fight, yet he wasn’t sure if victory would come, and he began to worry for the boy. Arthur shouts to him, “Get out of here! You need to run!” Danny didn’t reply, didn’t even acknowledge Arthur’s words. He was just sitting on the floor, staring at his mother with despair in his face.

Arthur prayed for victory; nothing was more important.

As the standoff ensued, Arthur anticipated her attack and relied on the counterattack. However, she stood still and continued showing off her creepy smile that struck fear into his heart. He felt his courage vanishing, hearing his heartbeat and feeling his sweat drip down his face.

Unexpectedly, Elizbeth ran in silence and pounced onto Arthur. Her talons landed on the shotgun, using them to yank the shotgun towards her and the force snapped it in half. Arthur was in disbelieve. He had no time to think before she grabbed his shirt, threw him to the wall and laughed as his body cracked the wall. She walked towards her screaming son. His fearful face gave her great satisfaction as she walked purposefully slow. She thought about the torture while showing the excitement on her face and she wished her husband could experience it. But she knew he would wake up soon.

Elizbeth put her hand on his shoulders, slightly digging her claws into them and he rolled on the floor. She got control of him because the more he moved, the further the claws would go in and instantly he cried out to Arthur. Elizbeth screamed in his face and began to throw daggers, “You look to him for help; maybe you are mortal. Are you?” He had no answer, except for crying out in pain and knowing his fate. She whispered in his ear, “Are you ready?” And Danny began to cry out louder, knowing this was his cruel existence from now to his death.

He was looking into his mother’s eyes, hoping to see her in there and seeing her beautiful blue eyes, made him feel like she was still there, but he knew they were misleading. Suddenly his thoughts went out the window when she began to strangle the life out of him.

Her face was in a trance over his fearful eyes. However, it never felt enough; she wanted more. She needed to kill. The thirst for blood was overriding her mind and she began to dream about drinking her son’s blood. While in her trance, her uncontrollable claws began to slowly scratch his cheek. The smell of his blood excited her and she woke from her trance. Realization kicked in and she stopped her claws, causing Danny to stop screaming.

However, that wasn’t the reason he stopped screaming. In an instant, the injured Arthur grabbed Elizbeth from behind and started to choke her, pulling his grip ever so tighter. Yet, she stayed strong, using her grippy feet to maintain her balance and she was desperately flailing her claws toward his face. Arthur’s determination was on full display for Danny and his guilt grew stronger and it left him feeling ungrateful too.

Arthur looked straight at Danny and shouted, “Get the fuck out of here! You need to do this on your own.” Danny was staring at him, not knowing what to say. He wasn’t sure if going on his own was possible. He knew his drive to live was too low to survive on his own. He continued looking at him and decided to ignore his advice. But he could see Arthur was struggling to hold his mother.

She was turning and twisting without a second rest. However, his stamina was holding up, causing her to scream in anger, which gave Arthur confidence that he may be able to put a stop to Elizbeth’s horror show. The heinous acts she committed on her son kept his strength up and with that strength and confidence, he used it to his advantage – attempting to strangle her. His grip felt tight, sturdy and strapping. He really believed he could kill her. Yet, the consequence of him straggling her was that she could reach him with her menacing claws. Elizbeth plunged her mighty claws upwards, making Arthur’s helmet fly off and he instantly began to panic. His blood poured and heart raced as she slashed his cheek. Arthur heard Danny’s worrying screams and efficiently let loose of her neck and grabbed her wrists; hoping he had the power and vigour to maintain his grip. Although, his grip was looking good, until her anger got worse, and her screams began to hurt his ears. With his confidence slipping, she felt more powerful, and he knew his grip wouldn’t last long.

Elizbeth used her head like a bell, sent it towards Arthur’s nose and he instantly let go of her. She turned and faced him. Elizbeth seen he was still in pain, and she rushed him. Her claws were first to arrive and landed on both arms. She pulled him to his feet while bleeding from how deep her claws were and he screeched in pain.

He could barely stand, and Danny’s shouting caused him to feel tremendous guilt. While Arthur stood from the grip of Elizbeth’s talons, he wondered if he should have given Danny the hope of living and surviving in such a hideous world, where they both could die while they brush their teeth. Arthur wished he known Danny’s torment and pain and he would have never given him such hope that was withering as fast as his own life.

She screamed in his face, hoped to see his fear, yet he ignored her and was in deep thought. Her anger grew and once again, she pounded her head onto his chin, and she let his falling body drop to the hardened floor.

He could see her shadow standing over him, waiting for her next attack, which he knew would come any second. Suddenly, Arthur seen her shadow was winding up another head butt, which he thought was a weird attack, but he was ready for it. He rolled just out the way of her attack and her head hammered to the floor and Arthur felt the vibration as he barely dodged her. He hoped it would slow her down. He knew he needed to win this fight, just for Danny, he thought. He thought, death was accepted time ago and he was just waiting for it, but his mission was still the only thing that mattered.

Danny was staring at them both, thinking how surreal it was to want his mother’s death, if only slightly; he was still saddened by it. The fear of losing his mum hadn’t settled yet and he started to lose his anger for her. He was thinking, how could he cope with losing such an important piece to his puzzle? His life was built by her.

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He seen Arthur standing over her and time seemed to stop. His biggest worry was about to happen and suddenly Arthur stomped on her head; the noise of the impact woke Danny from his trance, causing him to scream at the loud, hard stomps that sent Danny’s heart to race. He didn’t think he was living; no person could go through this, he thought. However, his composure returned, and he planned to stop Arthur.

Danny desperately ran to save his hope; however, Arthur anticipated his actions, stopped his stomping, grabbed Danny and gently moved him to the kitchen. Danny words flew out, “What do you think you’re doing? Get the fuck of me now, you sack of shit.” Arthur fought his words by ignoring them, but he knew things had gotten a lot more emotional.

Out of nowhere, a voice appeared behind him, saying, “Get the fuck of my son.” Elizbeth grabbed him, threw him to the floor and his exposed head hit the floor, causing him to see two of everything and the room to spin. He felt scatter-brained. Thoughts were hard to form and without another second, she grabbed him by the throat and began toying with him.

She could sense his fear as he was dazed and could not do a single thing. She looked to Danny, saying, “You better watch!” Then she dragged a single claw from his forehead to his bloody nose and began laughing with mania. She continued to look into Danny’s eyes while toying with Arthur’s recent open cut. Danny’s distraught face gave her everything she needed. However, she sensed his confliction and was incredibly shocked by it, knowing she was still in his good books. She laughed to herself.

Arthur tried to speak up, yet the blood running from his nose made it extremely difficult. He could feel himself giving up, especially knowing Danny would likely not live without his mum and he gave Danny a look of sorrow before looking up at the bloody ceiling.

Elizbeth moved her claw away from his bloody cut and tensed her claws, which made them extend. She positioned her long, gritty claws above his eye and Arthur instantly shut them and prayed for a quick death. She made a fist, left one finger pointing towards it and drove the white and bloody claw into his softened eye. It pierced straight through and as she pulled her single claw out, greenish and yellowish pus flew out of the eye, with blood coming out and the latter mixed with the former. Arthur screamed and flopped his arms in the air and back to the ground as she pulled out. He went straight to sleep, leaving Elizbeth feeling a certain satisfaction and a meal to eat.

Danny stood still, shocked to his core. His heart hurt and his anger began to consume him. He seen his mother walk towards him and he grew the idea of running to the kitchen for his hope. His mother wasn’t worried; thus, she did not run but walked and Danny had the freedom he needed. Danny opened a draw to a bunch of knifes. She laughed at him, called him, “You are a monic cunt. Danny, do you actually think you’ve got a chance to hurt me in hand-to-hand combat? Huh?” He ignored her words, picked up a long knife but didn’t point it at his mother. He looked at the knife with his free time and thought about his future.

He thought, his future was non-existent, with nothing to enjoy and nothing to love. Danny decided he had to do something about it to stop his present and future torment. He confidently put the knife to his neck, not cutting. His mother stopped in her tracks, and he began shouting, “You are a witch… do you hear me? I will kill myself!” His intention was to slit his throat open for his mother to see, yet he couldn’t. He couldn’t pull the trigger. Danny felt he had no reason to live; nothing mattered to him anymore, not his family, his friends and his passions. Everything that gave him joy had disappeared without a trace, leaving his soul empty. He just couldn’t figure out what was stopping him. He desperately thought, why?

The sight of Arthur gave him courage but seeing his bleeding eye distracted him, giving Elizbeth enough time to grab his arm and take the knife out of his hand. Danny shouted in anger as the unexpected attack left him falling to the fall and landing on his boiled arm, which was beginning to get infected. Her reaction left him in despair as she grabbed him by the arm and lifted him while continuing to laugh at his torment.

Elizbeth dragged Danny to the living room, his feet scraped across the floor, causing his shoes to rip. Right before walking past the kitchen counter, he tries to grab the resting knife like it was his liberator and desperately tried to get away from his tormentor that he once loved to the bone. It was his last wish.

However, she handled his futile attempt, and when they reached Kiran, she chucked Danny to the corner of the living room telling him, “Stay there, brat.” And she hovered over her lover. She thought how useless he was; how could he lose to a human? The thought of losing him would kill her and she couldn’t believe he would allow that to nearly happen. All she felt was disappointment as her slap sounded like a hammer, leaving a red roar mark. Yet his eyes remained shut. She let out a sigh, thinking that she would have to continue without him; however, she was seeing the bright side that she would get to do the rest of the torturing for herself, which would give her immense amounts of pleasure. Though she knew her energy was low and considered Arthur’s blood, but she just could not wait for the pleasure that she would receive.

Elizbeth looked Kiran in the eyes, thinking how bright their future could be and the possibilities that would ensue. Living in the red sky with the black sun looking upon them, surrounded by blackish and powerful clouds. Being the all-powerful of a new beginning that they could dictate. Her dreams and nightmares were all about to come true. She felt the sacrifices on her back and knew what she needed to do. Her eyes fell off Kiran and she walked towards Danny like nothing else mattered.

Danny watched her evil expression as his fear grew uncontrollably. He felt his body had been dying for ages now; he knew death would come if his torment was to be prolonged. He felt naked. Nothing felt worse than his mother being his tormentor, not a thing, he thought. Being burned alive and being awake for the whole experience was a better hand because he knew it would be over after. His prolonged torture had been enough that he wished the knife was in his hand.

His boiled arm got picked on first when she got closer. She grabbed his boiled, infected forearm and began twisting the burnt skin in opposite directions, which worsened his burning sensation; his cry had potential to break windows. His howls encouraged her until a noise from behind disturbed her and as she turned around, she seen Arthur up on his feet.

“Do you ever give up? Well, I’ll show what it is like to give up.” He didn’t react to her voice, just stared at the kitchen floor, to which Elizbeth laughed at him. As she walked towards him, he suddenly became aware like he was being hyperbolic about his injuries. He reached from behind his waist, pulled out a knife, pointed it to her stomach and she practically walked into the knife, which sent her screaming to the floor.

Arthur couldn’t even celebrate; his feet were barely hanging on and his vigour had been gone for a long time. He felt death was close. He couldn’t see properly out of his eyes; although, his bloody one was numb, tingly and burning hot but it effected the other eye due to the running blood. All of a sudden, his blurry eye seen a figure stand up and he knew what time it was.

“Good riddance,” Elizbeth says as she grabs him by the head, one hand on one side and the other hand on the other side and she twists in opposite ways, which sends his head in a ninety-degree motion. His neck was twisted the whole way round.

Arthur’s neck snaps, growing a thousand wrinkles in his neck and stretch marks that went on for miles. The noise of the broken neck, crushed Danny’s ears, his soul and hope all at once. Elizbeth removes her hands and his lifeless body to the bloody floor, causing Arthur’s loose, disconnected head to slam to the floor like a tough bobblehead. His face was full of shock, and he now knew hope had withered and that would inevitably leave him with a slow death.

Danny took his eyes of Arthur’s cramped up neck, looked to his mother and expected her torment to ensue. Although, she continued to look at Arthur. She seemed to be in a trance and looked obsessed with him. He thought, she gave Arthur the look that Danny was used to before the nightmare had begun; hatred had finally consumed his soul and he knew it wasn’t leaving. He felt everything coming to an end and gave his mother the look of death. A bang at the window stopped him from pouncing and he instantly looked. He saw a flying bat, hovering near the ledge and it seemed to stare at him. The black, fat bat made him think about everything. He was thinking, why is it looking at me? He knew it had to mean something.

Suddenly he heard his mother’s words, “About time.” He then heard a weird noise that sounded like chomping. He thought it sounded moist and his fear struck. He turned his head to see a horrid, despicable picture. He felt wounded as his hope was drained of blood. Danny could not witness the act again and began to run for the door that led to the garden. He wanted death but not only his own death.