He sat in the doctor's office alongside his mother, a beautiful woman in her mid-twenties with long, silky black hair, thin lips and green eyes decorated with a mole on the right. Her face was unusually pale, her eyes wet, her voice trembling.
"Doctor, are you sure about that?", she asked, hoping that something would change, that she'd get different answer.
"All the tests we've ran on him showed positive result. I'm sorry, Victoria, but that's the final verdict.", the doctor paused, wiping sweat off of his head "Your son has an abnormality, it will probably manifest in a couple of days."
Victoria looked down after receiving her answer, shaking a bit. The doctor looked at her and her son with sympathy. What is wrong? Why is mommy crying? She told me that test will show if i have 'anormity', like these guys we've seen before. It looks like i will. Isn't that awesome? A boy thought, green eyes beaming with excitement. Then the doctor told his mom to take her time, to relax a bit, confusing the kid even more.
"Sugar, you can go home if you want." She said with shaky voice, not looking him in the eyes. "Mommy needs to talk with Mister-Doctor a bit."
He nodded and got off the chair, heading for the door, saying goodbyes to the mustached man.
Upon exiting the office he saw a woman with a child, a group of teenagers, an older woman, a man and a few other patients. Why all of them are sweating? It doesn't feel so hot for me
Wonder what kind of 'anormity' i'll get, he was thinking on his way home, I hope it's something really cool and powerful like eye lasers or super-strength or flying. If it will be good enough i might even be something like a superhero when i grow up. Fighting bad guys, saving people, that would be SO AWESOME! He was completely drown in his thoughts about his possible power and ways of its usage, happy and excited to be just like all these heroes from animated TV-series he so deeply adored. Maybe if i'll do hero-ing good enough, show my power to everybody, people will start treating guys with 'abnormities' better. Memories of a man with horns getting kicked out of the shop a couple weeks ago, disgust in customers' eyes thrown at poor man flashing in his mind. That's right, i'll do my best to make it better for the rest.
Because of his train of thoughts he didn't notice the sound of the hospital doors opening right after he left, nor did he hear the steps behind him getting faster and faster. When he saw someone's shadow reaching it's arms towards him, it was too late. A hand covered his mouth and a skinny arm grabbed him, yanking him into the alleyway.
He tried to scream, but the palm was covering his mouth too tighty. Tears started streaming from his yellow eyes, he tried to punch and kick the man, but his efforts were useless.
"Well aren't you a fighter, kid" the man mocked him, clearly enjoying his pointless struggle. "Don't you think it's to hot to wear so much clothes? Let me help you out with that." An unpleasant, creepy voice reached his ears, scaring him even more.
The boy was panicing, trying his best to fight back, beging somebody to help him, hoping that rescue will come, that his mother will walk out of the corner and save him. But none of that happened. He was all alone with that man, unable to free himself, unable to call for help.
The man reached his hand to his lower half. NO! STOP! PLEASE! STOP IT! He was desperate, he wanted him to let go, he tensed up, feeling something in his back, right between his shoulder blades.
And then he felt painful stinging in there, the man screamed, throwing him away. He started crawling to the wall on the opposite side, feeling something dripping from his back. The man -the same person he saw in the hospital- was holding his chest, an orange fire on his shirt fading away, making a hole in it, red burn marks appearing on his skin.
"YOU!" the man screamed "YOU LITTLE FUCKER, YOU'RE ONE OF THOSE, AREN'T YOU?!"
He was looking at kid with fear and disgust, mumbling something about disgrace of mankind, patting his pockets, searching for something. He pulled out a knife, glint of madness appearing in his eyes. He was moving towards him on shaky legs, lifting the knife above his head.
"Please, stop. Leave me alone!" He pleaded, hiding his head behind his crossed arms. "DON'T GET ANY CLOSER!"
As he shouted, a torrent of blue flames erupted from his forearms, absorbing the man within a second.
And then, there was silence, kid pulled his arms down, looking at image that will haunt him for years to come: the man was lying on the ground, there was absolutely no skin, someplaces lacked any meat whatsoever, the stench was unbearable. A small fire was flickering on his skull, empty eyeholes staring upwards, knife handle merged with his palm.
And there he sat, with his back leaned agains the wall, staring at the remains of once living person, finally understanding what he had done, unable to scream, to cry, to move, panting heavily with the look of pure horror on his face.
Five minutes had passed since he was forcefully brought in that alley. It took two more before scream full of fear and regret finally found it's way from his throat.
Crying won't do anything. Victoria thought while leaving hospital. Father has some connections, he'll figure something out, we'll find out how to hide it. It's nothing serious, his eyes are just able to change it's color, that's it. I don't think it's neccesary to write it down in his file, he still can have a normal life, like a normal child Her worry over her son was inerrupted when she heard someone shouting, and then it grew larger once she realized who that someone is.
She immediatly ran out of the hospital gates, looking around, begging for her son to be alright, looking around the street to find him, fear creeping its way to her heart. She heard him again, his heart-wrenching scream led to him being found in a dirty alleyway. She was still scared, but seeing her son brought her relief, that immediately faded away upon examining him. Two horrific burns were placed on his forearms, his back was steaming and bleeding, a blank look in his eyes. Her son, her poor, little, innocent son was mumbling apologies while sitting on his knees with a burnt corpse by his side.
She ran to him, hugging him tightly, letting him cry on her shoulder while she was breaking down in tears herself.
"Shhh, it's okay, it's okay, don't cry. Everything will be fine now. I'm here, it's okay." she mumbled unsure whether she was trying to convince him or herself.
It was mid-August. What should've been just an obligatory check-up, ended up with a kid who just had his fourth birthday experiencing something not even an adult can bear. Is it possible for someone so young not to break after something like that? Only time will tell.
Welp, that's it for now. Thanks for reading my first fic. I'd love to hear your questions, advices and criticism. See you soon.