“Thank goodness you’re all right”, the lady said feeling his husband’s forehead. “Maybe you’re just tired from working the fields, come, let’s get you to bed”
“Trust me, I’ve never been this alive since then”, Marco smiled before quickly standing up and strangled the lady.
“Mar— co— what are you— doing”, she struggled as air could not seem to reach her lungs. Marco continued choking her with a grim smile on his face.
“MARCO!”, the grandpa came rushing down the stairs. “Marco, what are you doing to Carla”, he added trying to pull Marco’s grip as the grandmother pulled Matthew to the corner of the kitchen. It did not budge. A loud crack made everyone know that it’s already too late.
Nicolas saw as a bright light started oozing out of Carla’s body and Marco sucked it all up. “Sweet”, he celebrated, “It’s been so long since I tasted a soul”, he laughed.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE”, grandpa exclaimed, taking the knife at the table then swung it at Marco with a terrified and pained look.
Marco, on the other hand, easily blocked it, broke his hand, took the knife and stabbed it to the man’s chest. Moments later, grandpa was already bathing in his own blood on the cold floor. He stared at grandma and Matthew with the message in his dying eyes was “Run”.
A bright light also came out of the man and Marco ate it as well. It was then when it finally occurred to Nicolas that that was their soul.
“Stop Marco, Stop”, the grandmother grabbed one of the chairs and attempted to hit the back of Marco’s head with it but she also failed. Marco grabbed it instead then threw it to the side.
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“I don’t know what is happening to you but we’re your family”, grandma screamed at the top of her lungs but Marco did not mind her at all. He grabbed the knife from the man’s chest then proceeded towards where the grandmother and child were.
Grandma grabbed another chair but she got the same result.
“Too bad”, Marco grinned before slashing the poor lady in the neck.
Nicolas watched as the seemingly peaceful and loving night turned into familicide giving a newfound definition for the last supper.
“Run Matthew”, that was his grandmother’s last words as she caressed the boy’s face with her blood-stained hands.
Marco started to laugh hysterically as he ate the woman’s soul. His laughter reminded Nicolas of an unpleasant memory.
“What’s this?”, he said pulling the knife and headed for Matthew.
Nicolas out of concern stood in front of the kid in an attempt to protect him but Marco went through him as though he was not even there. Matthew was left there at the corner, unable to move or speak. He was traumatized and his face could not even hide it, not one bit.
“Well, what do we have here?”, the gave the boy a pat in the head.
“Your soul is worth more than these lambs, interesting”, he stood and placed the knife back on the table. “How to corrupt one’s soul again?”, he sighed, thinking with his arms crossed.
“Oh yeah, I just need to contact the bearer of course of course”, he explained to himself as he held Matthew’s head by the sides. “Hang on tight, boy, this will be painful but you’ll manage, I hope”, he said projecting his grim smile again as he began infusing the boy with the darkness he brought.
Matthew could not do anything but scream as his presumed father tampered with his soul down to its root and all. Nicolas could not do anything as Matthew’s screams filled his head, giving him an agonizing headache as other memories flashed through him.
“Was this Matthew’s memories”, he thought, falling to his knees as he too began to scream.
He saw everything. How through the years Matthew grew, all the training, hitting and shouting the boy endured without even showing any emotion. He did what his father told him to, whether it’s to hunt, work, or even kill.
All of it, through the years as the man who was supposed to give him comfort and love gave him a long living hell.