One of the oldest stories I have but newest to be posted, I'm still working on Evermore but I hope to have more of both on the way.
Be nice and reveiw, thanks
St. John Allerdyce was ten years old when he found out he had a gift.
A gift he would keep hidden till the day of his fifteenth birthday. . .
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His teeth clenched together in a grin, he felt the fire calling
to him, begging for release from it's hunger, wanting to use him-
and he let it. Fire flowed from the candles to ST. John, urging him
on, needing to feel flesh. climbing the walls behind him it reached
flickering tendrils out to his, by now out of breathe father. The asshole was drunk and had been yelling obscenities at him for more than half of his life and he couldn't stand it anymore!
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Looking up from the smoldering body of his father John's eyes fixed
upon his mother and two younger sisters, On their horrified expressions.
But-no that couldn't be, they shouldn't be scared anymore, they'd never ever
have to be, he'd saved them from the monster. But, why then were they staring
at him as if HE was the monster.
He froze looking from the corner of his eye at what was left of his father.
shock seeped into his blood making it run cold as ice, shivering ST. John wrapped
his arms around himself bracing against the cold inside, after the warmth
he'd just felt it seemed impossibly cold.
"Get out! just get out you mutant freak! get the hell away from us!"
"But, mom? I..I just, I, he was hurting you." by then she had thrown open
the door.
"Get out of here!" with that last comment she turned toward
the kitchen door. The dial tone could be heard for a second, she was
calling the Police.
His sister Marie started to pushed him from the house. "John, I, John just
go, please?" she whispered. tears running down her slightly bruised face.
"I don't know what you just did, but mama is gonna call the Police if you stay,
so please go, I don't-, they'll do bad things if they catch you." Hugging his still
form she rubbed her face into his shirt, sighing.
"This is the last I'll see you isn't it? my saint John." New tears were produced at those words not by his sister but by John himself, his clouded eyes blinked trying to stifle the flow of tears. shocked
still by what he had done, he'd killed a man. And he'd enjoyed it.
"Yeah, yeah it is." reaching toward his other sister, who was sitting on the floor
sucking her thumb he smiled sadly thinking she wasn't much more than a baby,
he remembered the first time he'd held her, the first time he'd held them both, how they'd
coo'd and gurgled and looked at him as if he was their whole world.
"Bonnie? Bonnie I gotta go." Hugging her tightly to him he sighed, pressing his tear streaked face into her brunette curls.
"Things will be so much better for you when I'm gone." setting her down he turned to Marie,
a sad smile playing across his face. "I, I gotta go." side stepping his father's remains, he
bolted from the house already hearing the wail of Police sirens.
A faint 'Goodbye John' filtering from the doorway.