I don't own Alice: Madness Returns and Assassin's Creed. All I own is my OC
10-year-old Chris Blackheart was zooming out, replaying the events that took place twenty four hours ago. His eyes that were once so full of life were now dead, if not for the fact that he was breathing people would mistake him for a corpse. Everything around him was in a fog but he didn't care. At that moment he felt numb, so numb that anyone might set him on fire and he wouldn't feel a thing, hell he wouldn't feel he was dying. Why? Why things turned out this way? Why couldn't he live a normal life like most people? These questions would be on his mind for years to come.
"Chris!" a distant voice called. Slowly the fog disappeared and he began to take notice of his surroundings. He was in a room with white walls, a bookshelf was on his left side and in front of him was a desk, at the desk Dr. Wilson stood. "You were spacing out again." he said, his tone filled with concern. Chris said nothing and looked down, letting an uneasy silence to form around them, but it didn't last long as the old doctor asked "Can you tell me again what happened last night, please?"
Chris signed and tried to run his hand through his hair but he couldn't move it and then he realized that he was wearing a straightjacket and had no hair at all. "Very well, doctor."
Flashback
It was a stormy night and Chris couldn't sleep no matter how much he would roll in his bed. He wasn't afraid of the storm, but the noise outside was making him anxious. He went into his parents' room to wake up his mother so that she could calm him down, however no one was in the room. The boy went downstairs, and entered the lobby. What he saw in that room had scarred him for the rest of his life: his mother lying in a poll of her own blood and his father standing tall over her.
"M…mother? Mother!" he yelled and ran to her but his father pushed him back. "Father! What's going on? Why is mother…Who…who did thi-" his sentence was cut off by a knife coming at him. That knife would have hit him in the head if his reflexes wouldn't have kicked in. He looked at his father with a stunned expression mixed betrayal "F-father? You did this? But why?"
"You're so pathetic Chris. You should have stayed in your room, then you would not need to die." he said, his face void of any emotions.
In that moment something inside the child snapped. With a bloodthirsty cry Chris charged at his father to rip him apart, but the older male slapped him hard with the back of his hand making him hit the cold floor. Chris looked at his mother corpse: her eyes warm brown eyes were now cold and lifeless, her face still kept the surprise she had when her husband drove a blade to her heart. Then he looked at his father. His black eyes that were also warm now were cold and hard, but he thought that they held an amount of regret in doing this. Unconsciously tears began to pour from Chris eyes. He was afraid, afraid to die. He tried to beg for his life but no words came out, as he could only stare at his father and send him his pleads through his eyes. Apparently his father received them as he didn't move and just stared at his son while calling all of his willpower to do it. Suddenly there was a knock on the front door which made the older Blackheart to curse softly and jumped out on the window and disappeared into the night.
End of flashback
"And then the neighbor called the police and they took me for questioning at the station. The doctor who was there said that I should be sent to a mental hospital."
"According to some of your neighbors your father was in Germany for two weeks and that he will return the day after tomorrow."
"Lies!" Chris yelled "He was there! There must be another explanation for the fact that none else saw him!"
"Let's say that you're right. Why would your father kill your mother?"
"I don't know!"
Dr. Wilson signed, rubbing his forehead. "Okay, that's enough for today. We shall continue tomorrow."
He got up and opened the door and let two orderlies to take Chris to his cell. The rest of the day the broken boy replayed the events that transpired that night over and over again. He hoped that he would wake up all of this would disappeared and he will be back home in his bed, his mother making his favorite food, playing hide and seek with his friends and trying to convince his father to teach him other fighting techniques.
But it never happened.
Happy New Year everyone! May you have an awesome new year and that all wishes come!