Thoughts spun around in my mind. What the hell is going on? Why is this kid doing this? Where is Scott? Is he even still alive? Is he bleeding out? Oh, please please please God, please let him be okay.
The look on his face when he was shot. His expression was not the usual grimace I see on most shot-victims. In fact, he didn't even seem scared for his life. He seemed more concerned about my wellbeing than his own. Which should've made me proud but it made me feel powerless and somewhat confused. It was something I've never seen in him before...
Being shot...it was like he had already experienced something like that...like it was a normal everyday occurrence. I didn't want to see my kid acting so nonchalant about such a thing…it isn't natural for a kid his age to respond that way. Don't get me wrong, I love to see strength in my son. But like this?
"Come on, come on, come on," I stammered, as John tried to get out of his handcuff.
He did, but suddenly Matt came in and knocked him out. I shrieked.
"Matt? Matt? Please listen to me. My son has been shot and I've heard other gunfire and I don't know what's happening but can you please just let me see my son?"
He came up to my cell and said with an incredulous look on his face, "How totally clueless are you people?"
Matt and I heard a growl come from the hallway before I could ask him what he meant. Oh my God! It was a beast! With fangs and red eyes…yet somehow the creature had human features as well…
The beast fought with an even more frightening reptilian-like creature. Is that real?Please tell me this is some twisted nightmare!
It crawled on the bars of my cell, hissing at me. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I kept thinking, surely I will wake up and all of this would be a dream.
Something…no! Someone pulled the monster from the bars.
It was Scott! His back was turned towards me.
Then something occurred to me: he is completely fine. He is alive! And seems to be doing surprisingly well considering…In fact, if I didn't know any better, I would think he had never been shot in the first place.
"Scott! Scott, are you okay?" I cried. "Scott."
He breathed in and out deeply as he turned to face me. When I saw his face, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Yellow eyes, fangs, deformed face… Dread suddenly took over. I slowly backed away from the bars.
That's not Scott… "No" it can't be… "no" my son…how? "no" he's not human….
I realized I had my hands over my mouth and I was back against the wall of my cell. I felt tears sliding down my face, and had an urge to throw up. I gasped in horror.
What could I do?
What could I say?
My son…He…He is a monster.