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Chapter 7: Everlasting

He slowly opened his eyes a crack, scanning the room for anything that looked familiar; His hands clenched in a fist. He sat up in his bed and stared at the green walls; they were a little darker than his eyes and had painted on leaves and trees. He removed the covers and walked out the door the smell of food drifted into his nostrils. He slowly walked down the steps, he felt a bit light headed; He headed to the kitchen doorway. She was there flipping pancakes in a black pan, the sizzling and popping of eggs made his stomach growl. He took peeks into the kitchen periodically until she looked over and smiled at him.

"Come on out." She whispered affectionately.

He took a step inside, not taking his eyes of hers. Her eyes were a soft light blue.

He took another step slowly towards her smiling figure.

He ran towards her full force and hugged her tightly, she stroked his back. She grabbed his hand a guided him to the dining room and sat him down in a chair. Pancakes and eggs filled his plate, with a cup of orange juice. He picked up a fork and began to poke at it.

"Come on it's not that bad is it? You know this is the only thing I know how to make, so you're going have to learn to deal with it until I learn more .Ok? Hopefully that won't take too long." She smiled and ate part of her pancake.

"Come on talk already, is the food bad, is there something wrong?"

His eyes stared right through her, "I've haven't had food like this in my whole entire life." He whispered to her and began to poke at it.

She resisted the urge to cry and continued to eat. "Well don't you worry; you'll be eating like kings for now on!"

His eyes lit up. "R-really, no more oatmeal!"

"Yup! whatever you want."

He smiled, got out of his chair and ran into her arms once more. She picked him up in her arms.

She smiled down at him, but something was wrong. He was crying, tears dripping down his cheeks.

"B-but m-mommy I don't know what I want." He buried his head into his chest.

"Please tell me what I want." He sobbed.

She laid a hand on his head. "Please look at me, Ogilvie; only you can know what you want. And I swear that if you need help to figure out your purpose, I'll be always here to show you the way."

His tears began to dampen her shirt. He looked up into her eyes and said something that shook her to the core.

"M-mommy, I think I know what I want."

"What is it then?" She whispered hugging him tighter.

"I-I want to kill him,"

"I want to kill Daddy!" he yelled angrily and ran back up stairs.

She could feel herself go numb.

"Ogilvie come back here please, open this door." She knocked loudly on the door.

He sat down on the zebra striped carpet and cried he knew it was true.

Somewhere his father was still walking this earth, creating more pain and sorrow.

He needed to die.

And he knew that it was up to him to put an end to all of the chaos.

This was his only purpose.

He banged on the huge steel door, tears dripping down cheeks; "Please Daddy I-I'll keep on running as long as you want, I won't struggle, I-I won't cry, I won't scream. I-I'll do whatever you want." He stopped banging and sat in a corner, he wouldn't come, and he never came.

He cried to himself, sobbing quietly.

He shut his eyes, trying not to look at the darkness. The monsters always stood behind him, if he looked back, if he opens his eyes; they would hurt him.

"Is the little baby, crying; like always." A voice whispered in his ears.

"He's in here while his mom's getting beat up, wow what a baby. He can't even help her."

"It doesn't matter anyways she's just a tramp."

He kept his fists locked at his sides; his anger began to boil under his skin. His breathing began to grow into short pants.

Until he exploded.

His anger spiraled out of control.

He broke the door down, and ran down the halls looking for him. His blood boiling under his skin.

He ran until he heard voices. He slowly put his ear on it and listened closely.

"He's almost finished, I swear." A familiar voice whispered.

"It's fine; finish him at your own time. I can wait."

"They will regret the day they took my funding."

"Now, now let's not reminisce about the past, let's just let it stay there."

"Ya I guess you're right, but I just have one question Ivo."

"Yes and what would that be?"

"What will you do with him?"

"Hmm well first I would store him away and at the right time I would bring him out and have him obliterate all my enemies at one sitting." A creepy smile stretched onto his face.

"I want to thank you Jules, for coming to me; I owe you."

"No-no its o-"

"No I insist,"

He could feel himself calming down. He wondered why he couldn't end it right there and then, but he wasn't in control of it.

He walked back to the darkroom and sat back in his corner, completely ignoring the metal door he had ripped off the hinges.

He sat quietly thinking to himself, and then a thought popped into his head.

He wasn't scared of the darkness anymore.

Because He was darkness.

His body gave out from exhaustion; he lay on the steel door,

His mind dreamless.

She slowly opened the door; she had the keys to all the room in the house.

He was in a tight ball sleepy soundly, She smiled he was adorable.

She got a needle out pocket and injected it into his arm.

He squirmed a bit but slowly became peaceful.

She sighed.

"Why would you ever want to kill someone…?"

"Who's already dead?"

She picked up his sleeping body and laid it back into the blue and white sheets. She kissed his forehead and slowly made her way to the door.

She closed it and walked down the stairs and back into the kitchen.

"Well, I'll never learn if I don't try!" She wrapped an apron around the midsection and grabbed a cook book from one of the many cupboards.

But as much as she wanted to forget that single memory was burned into her mind.

She hides behind a table, her body numb.

She could hear the sound of metal cracking and falling to the floor. The sounds of growls ricochet on the walls.

"Please … Stop!" Jules screamed as another punch struck, pain rang throughout his body.

She could hear it, his voice deep and gravely, it sent shivers down her spine.

"Why do you do what do, anyway? Why do you like hurting people! All you do is ruin lives!"

Bloody splattered all over his hands, but for some sick reason he enjoyed it. He liked see his face begging for mercy, no he didn't like it he loved it.

The sounds continued until everything became silent.

She looked up from the table and saw him.

He was breathing heavily, Blood stained most of his body.

She slowly crawled towards him.

He didn't notice her until she was on a few feet away, His pupil-less yes scared her badly.

He store at her.

"H-he can't hurt you anymore… "

Without thinking she hugged him tightly.

Tears went down her cheeks slowly dripping onto his shoulder.

He just stood there not making a single movement.

"Why are you crying?"

"I want my boy back,"

She gipped harder. "Please give him back to me."

He began to feel the stress and anger slowly slip from his body.

She could feel herself relax as she felt small hands hug back.

"I'm back."

Author's note: Ugg I am so sorry, I left you guys hanging like that. I got banned for my computer for a week for a really funny reason. Anyway, I will try to update all my stories in the next few weeks so please look out for that.

Thanks for being so Understanding!

~Siberian Forest.