"Hi mom!" Jimmy says as he enters the room. The joy on his face from seeing his mother. Jimmy is a small and frail-looking boy of 9 years old. He has a large wire retainer that wraps around his head. He has pale blonde hair, and is wearing his favorite outfit: a baby blue long- sleeve Nordstrom cashmere crew-neck sweater, a pair of white chino pants, a black belt, and a pair of black designer shoes.
"Hmm...," the mother's eyes lazily open, as if she was waking from sleep. The bags under her eyes reveal that she is quite tired and her face, covered in a little by her red hair, was a bit pale, "Oh...hey... how is momma's little soldier...?"
"Great!" It's obvious he's in a good mood, "I had a bunch of fun at school today!"
"That's good...," she struggles to keep her eyes open, she did look quite tired, "Hey, is momma's little soldier hungry?"
"Yeah!" Jimmy exclaims.
"Well...come here and...help yourself to some...dinner...," she struggles to say.
"Ok!" The boy's blue eyes fill up with black like the eyes of a demon. The boy walks over to the table next to his mother and picks up a large knife with a serrated blade laying on it. Upon closer inspection, you can see that his mother's body was mutilated, all sorts of stitched-up wounds, streams of dried blood fall from them, can be seen on her body, each in a different place- arms, shoulders, abdomen- not to mention that her right leg was completely gone, amputated by what seems to be the likes of a butcher rather than that of a surgeon and sutured up at the thigh, and her left leg was gone up to the knee as well. She is restrained against the wall by what seems to be chains. I can't really tell since it's so dark in this basement of theirs. No light, no windows.
The boy takes the knife and cuts a chunk out of his mother's flesh- the flesh of her thigh. The mother does her best to suppress her screams. Compared to what she's felt before, this is nothing, though the pain is still great. Tear falls from her eyes, not just of pain but also of joy. The joy that her boy is growing and is full of life. Jimmy places the meat and knife on the table before taking a needle and some thread to suture up her wound. His patchwork is getting better. He picks up the chunk of meat and nibbles on it as he looks up at his mother, blood dripping down from his mouth. The love he feels for her is apparent, one could tell by looking at his face, the look on her face reciprocates that love.
The boy turns around and takes his leave. He stops midway up the stairs and turns to look back at his mother.
"Ma, can I invite some friends over for dinner tomorrow?" He asks.
"No dear...you have a...particular taste that I think the other...boys won't like," she replies, "You just enjoy your dinner, dear..." She smiles a lazy smile, a tear falls from her eye, "Oh and sweetheart..."
"Hmm..."
"Don't forget...about your eyes..."
Upon hearing this, Jimmy reverts his eyes back to their "normal" blue color. He smiles back at his mother and continues up the stairs, leaving the basement.
"See you later, Ma!" The joy in his voice.
He closes the door, leaving the mother bound to a wall in this dark and dirty basement, containing also a faint stink of blood.
"See you later, hun," she thinks to herself. A smile, yet again, appears on her face, "Momma's little soldier..."