Father's Day
I have been busy lately which is the reason this particular entry is late.
It was getting late, though the summer sky was still lit brightly. The boy, now an adult, had been coming back to this island for many days. Watching the occupants of a particular house. Watching...and waiting. The house brought back memories of a broken childhood. He closed his eyes, listening to the screams...a hellish reminder of the life that was taken from him. A favor he would soon repay. Patient T1p2, now known as Gabriel Blackthorn, could no longer wait. He had already waited a thousand lifetimes. With a flick of his wrist a long blade extended from his arm. He pulled a vial of blackened liquid from his robes and uncorked it, the smell was foul. With a steady hand he tipped the vial over the blade, coating it with the liquid.
Slowly he crept through the densely wooded area, the part of the island he did not remember, using the trees as cover as he made his way to the house. He paused at the edge of the woods, taking a deep breath to give him the resolve to do what needed to be done, and then with a smirk he ran full force at the door, blasting it off the hinges.
The man inside jumped in shock as splinters flew at him. When the dust settled, Gabriel stood in the doorway, a grin on his face with his sword pointed at the man's throat.
"Who the HELL are you?" The man shouted.
"Oh come now," Gabriel said, stepping forward. "Don't you recognize your own son?"
The man's eyes grew wide with realization. "But...you...is that really you, Gabriel?"
"Father, what's go-" The girl stopped as she saw a man with a sword raised and pointed at her father.
Gabriel took advantage of the distraction, lunging forward at his father. The attack caught him off guard as Gabriel's sword sliced cleanly through his shoulder.
"Stop this! I am not the man I once was...I've changed!"
"No, you are still the same coward as before!" Gabriel said, bringing his sword down and narrowly missing once more.
"Maybe so," His father said as he got to his feet. "But I have the power to back me up."
His eyes began to glow with inner power as a couch lifted off the floor and flew toward Gabriel who easily blocked it with his sword, cutting it in half.
"Nice try old ma-" Gabriel was cut off by a glass lamp to the face.
Through the blood, Gabriel could see his father lifting more items to throw. With a growl, Gabriel sprinted full speed at the man, running the sword through his stomach and pulling out quickly. His father's eyes opened wide with pain as he dropped to his knees mortally wounded. Gabriel turned and began to walk away.
"Please...son. Don't let me die." He begged, coughing up blood.
Gabriel stopped and turned back to face the wounded man. "Offer me Money."
"Yes."
"Power too, promise me power."
"All that I have and more. Please."
"Offer me everything I ask for."
"Anything you want." He said, desperation is his voice.
"I want my mother back, you son of a bitch!" Gabriel said as he swung his sword clean through the man's neck. His father remained where he was, his face stuck in a silent scream. Then slowly a red line traced around his neck as his body slid forward and his head slid back.
Gabriel stood there in the silence, waiting for something to happen. Anything. He had hoped that this act would make him feel better, but it had not. His heart was racing and his face was covered in his own blood, and his father lay dead at his feet. And none of it mattered. His mother was still dead and his childhood could never be restored.
"You son of a bitch!" He screamed, mercilessly hacking away at the corpse when he heard a small sound. He stopped and listened until he heard it again. It was faint but it sounded like a whimper. He raised his sword and slowly advanced toward the source of the sound until he was in the kitchen.
He stopped beside the table, the whimpering suddenly stopped. With a grunt he toppled the table, the small girl lay huddled at his feet. In the fight he had forgotten about her, she must have tried to hide when the fight began. She looked up at him, eyes full of terror. She had seen too much and would prove to be an inconvenient witness if left alive. He raised his sword, bringing it down as he did his father, but something inside him twinged, causing him to raise his blade at the last moment. The blade, intended for her throat, sliced clean across her eyes. For a moment time seemed to stop as he saw what he had done. First he noticed the blood splattered across the floor, his boots and the girl's entire front. The second was the smell of smoke coming from the livingroom. He turned to see a part of the couch hanging out of the fireplace and on fire.
Then suddenly time caught up with him. The girl lay screaming and bleeding on the floor, writhing in untold agony as no doubt the poison was starting to take effect. Her screams were soon echoed by the wails of the smoke alarm as the fire quickly began to spread. Gabriel staggered out the back door and away from the house, moving as quickly away from the place as he could. When he was a safe distance away from the blaze, he turned and watched as the flames burned bright in the summer night sky.
The next day he returned to the house. He felt he had to know if it was real or just a dream. What he found was worse than a nightmare. The house was burned to the ground and beneath the rubble was the girl, still barely clinging to life. He lifted her carefully off the ground, cradling her in his arms as he began the long walk home.
Perhaps it was guilt that caused me to bring her back. I don't know for sure. All I know is I have a little sister now. Time will see her recover, and Heaven help anyone that would try to harm her.
It was getting late, though the summer sky was still lit brightly. The boy, now an adult, had been coming back to this island for many days. Watching the occupants of a particular house. Watching...and waiting. The house brought back memories of a broken childhood. He closed his eyes, listening to the screams...a hellish reminder of the life that was taken from him. A favor he would soon repay. Patient T1p2, now known as Gabriel Blackthorn, could no longer wait. He had already waited a thousand lifetimes. With a flick of his wrist a long blade extended from his arm. He pulled a vial of blackened liquid from his robes and uncorked it, the smell was foul. With a steady hand he tipped the vial over the blade, coating it with the liquid.
Slowly he crept through the densely wooded area, the part of the island he did not remember, using the trees as cover as he made his way to the house. He paused at the edge of the woods, taking a deep breath to give him the resolve to do what needed to be done, and then with a smirk he ran full force at the door, blasting it off the hinges.
The man inside jumped in shock as splinters flew at him. When the dust settled, Gabriel stood in the doorway, a grin on his face with his sword pointed at the man's throat.
"Who the HELL are you?" The man shouted.
"Oh come now," Gabriel said, stepping forward. "Don't you recognize your own son?"
The man's eyes grew wide with realization. "But...you...is that really you, Gabriel?"
"Father, what's go-" The girl stopped as she saw a man with a sword raised and pointed at her father.
Gabriel took advantage of the distraction, lunging forward at his father. The attack caught him off guard as Gabriel's sword sliced cleanly through his shoulder.
"Stop this! I am not the man I once was...I've changed!"
"No, you are still the same coward as before!" Gabriel said, bringing his sword down and narrowly missing once more.
"Maybe so," His father said as he got to his feet. "But I have the power to back me up."
His eyes began to glow with inner power as a couch lifted off the floor and flew toward Gabriel who easily blocked it with his sword, cutting it in half.
"Nice try old ma-" Gabriel was cut off by a glass lamp to the face.
Through the blood, Gabriel could see his father lifting more items to throw. With a growl, Gabriel sprinted full speed at the man, running the sword through his stomach and pulling out quickly. His father's eyes opened wide with pain as he dropped to his knees mortally wounded. Gabriel turned and began to walk away.
"Please...son. Don't let me die." He begged, coughing up blood.
Gabriel stopped and turned back to face the wounded man. "Offer me Money."
"Yes."
"Power too, promise me power."
"All that I have and more. Please."
"Offer me everything I ask for."
"Anything you want." He said, desperation is his voice.
"I want my mother back, you son of a bitch!" Gabriel said as he swung his sword clean through the man's neck. His father remained where he was, his face stuck in a silent scream. Then slowly a red line traced around his neck as his body slid forward and his head slid back.
Gabriel stood there in the silence, waiting for something to happen. Anything. He had hoped that this act would make him feel better, but it had not. His heart was racing and his face was covered in his own blood, and his father lay dead at his feet. And none of it mattered. His mother was still dead and his childhood could never be restored.
"You son of a bitch!" He screamed, mercilessly hacking away at the corpse when he heard a small sound. He stopped and listened until he heard it again. It was faint but it sounded like a whimper. He raised his sword and slowly advanced toward the source of the sound until he was in the kitchen.
He stopped beside the table, the whimpering suddenly stopped. With a grunt he toppled the table, the small girl lay huddled at his feet. In the fight he had forgotten about her, she must have tried to hide when the fight began. She looked up at him, eyes full of terror. She had seen too much and would prove to be an inconvenient witness if left alive. He raised his sword, bringing it down as he did his father, but something inside him twinged, causing him to raise his blade at the last moment. The blade, intended for her throat, sliced clean across her eyes. For a moment time seemed to stop as he saw what he had done. First he noticed the blood splattered across the floor, his boots and the girl's entire front. The second was the smell of smoke coming from the livingroom. He turned to see a part of the couch hanging out of the fireplace and on fire.
Then suddenly time caught up with him. The girl lay screaming and bleeding on the floor, writhing in untold agony as no doubt the poison was starting to take effect. Her screams were soon echoed by the wails of the smoke alarm as the fire quickly began to spread. Gabriel staggered out the back door and away from the house, moving as quickly away from the place as he could. When he was a safe distance away from the blaze, he turned and watched as the flames burned bright in the summer night sky.
The next day he returned to the house. He felt he had to know if it was real or just a dream. What he found was worse than a nightmare. The house was burned to the ground and beneath the rubble was the girl, still barely clinging to life. He lifted her carefully off the ground, cradling her in his arms as he began the long walk home.
Perhaps it was guilt that caused me to bring her back. I don't know for sure. All I know is I have a little sister now. Time will see her recover, and Heaven help anyone that would try to harm her.