Allright, this chapter is not as good as the others, so forgive me.

Demon Child chapter nine: Feverish agony

"Drawer, open." Matthew said. The drawer remained still.

We were in our room later that night. Matt had been chasing me for what we did in the bathroom (even though I explained it was an accident) and now he seemed curious about if he could do that too. So he was trying to do "magic" in a Twitches or Matilda kind of way. Lea laughed.

"Try to do it yourself, if is that easy." Grumbled Matt. Lea glared at him.

"Drawer, open." She said. I saw in amazement how the drawer opened slightly. Lea turned to face Matt with an expression of triumph of her face.

"Told you I could do it!" laughed her. "I could feel it, it was amazing."

"Yeah, but what you two did in the bathroom surely required more magic." Said Matt. Lea looked straight into my eyes. I sighed and closed the book.

"Look, Lea." I began. "I'm half-Kaiju; I am not capable of doing magic."

Still, that determined look did not vanish.

"I know what we did in the bathroom. I know we should try it. Help me." She asked strongly. I didn't want to do anything, I was haing a headache and I was feeling a Little hot. But I sighed again, but obeyed nonetheless.

"Drawer, open." We both said in unison.

To say I was shocked would be an understatement.

As soon as the words left our mouths, not one, but the drawers of the entire wardrobe shot open like bullets, and didn't stopped there. I had to duck to prevent one hitting me on my legs.

"What…the…bloody hell?" I asked slowly. Matt was staring at me with a look of shock in his face, and Lea, of amazement.

"It was GREAT!" she laughed as Matt and me started tidying the place, my movements slowler tan usual.

"I couldn't feel anything, Le." I said. Lea's face fell.

"Are you sure?" she asked softly. I nodded.

"Don't worry, Little Seer." I wasn't feeling well now. At all.

My mother's voice calling us to go to bed interrupted our conversation. We said goodnight to each other and then Lea went to her room, while Matt and I got into our beds. I was completely and utterly exhausted, all the revelations from a few days ago until now must have taken its toll. Just before I fell asleep, I felt a familiar presence.

I was standing in a black place, surrounded by darkness. I couldn't see, touch or smell anything. I was alone in that world of blackness.

"Where am I?" I wondered aloud.

I started walking, hoping to see a glimpse of light which make me find a way out of there, but I found none. I kept walking, feeling tired and cold. The silence was ringing in my ears, my alarmed breathing being the only thing I was aware of. I stopped walking and I sank down until I was sitting. I drew my legs closer and wrapped my arms around them. I just sat there like that for a long time.

Suddenly, I started feeling a change in the temperature of the room. I wasn't cold anymore; instead, the temperature had risen until I was in a comfortable heat. I started to panic when the heat increased; it was making me feel sick. I collapsed to the ground, feeling a presence above me.

"Stop, stop, STOP! PLEASE STOP IT!" I begged. The temperature dropped a little, enough for me to be able to breathe properly. I stood up shakily as I realized I had no strength left on my body.

I knew there was someone invisible watching me from above. I looked up, and the feeling of being watched returned.

"Who are you?!" I yelled. "What do you want from me?!" my screams echoing in the darkness. My whole body went numb with fear as I heard a dark chuckle. The ground beneath me seemed to disappear.

Blackness, my screams, and coldness surrounding me again as I fell…fell…fell…

I landed in a white room. I could tell it was a hospital. There was a woman sat on a bed besides me. She had short brown hair and her eyes…"Her eyes are like mine." I thought amazed. Amber brown, exactly the same shape. With a jolt, I realized I was looking at my mother for the first time in my life. She looked oddly similar to Lea.

"Mom…" I whispered. My mother seemed not able to see me. She moved a bit and I realized a quite obvious thing: her belly was round and huge. I could detect the fait heartbeats of the baby, of me. She had a contraction and I realized this was the moment. I was being born. The darkness surrounded me again. I saw my mother again, and I saw myself as a baby. Mini-me was bawling and looking at that woman who had give birth to me. I approached to my mother's bed and looked at her. I noticed she was completely still, mini-me still bawling.

"Mom, wake up." I whispered, forgetting I was invisible. "Mom, I need you." I said, pointing to mini-me. My cries got louder, and I realized something was wrong. I listened to her anxiously, but, to my horror, I didn't hear breathing, or heartbeat. I waited for her to move, the heat hurting me like ever before. Something was wrong…

I heard bloodcurdling screams echoing. I was fully aware now of what was wrong with my mom. It was such an horrific realization; feelings of loss and pain fillied me. Althought it had been nine years, it felt like she had died only a moment ago. I wanted her back. I was scared, I didn't know where I was, and my body ached with a heat stronger than even before.

"Vale! Wake up! What's wrong?!"

I opened my eyes and continued screaming. "Matt." I thought. "How much time I had been screaming?" I didn't dwell much about that, all of I could think was my mom lying on that bed. I started gagging, I thought I might sick up.

"What's wrong?!" I heard the voices of my parents and Lea entering. I held back my cries but I couldn't hold back my sobs and whimpers.

"Mom." I called. The name felt so soft, so good to utter, to cry for, that I repeated it over and over again.

"Calm down, Vale, I'm here." I heard my adoptive mom saying. But this time was different. I was crying, calling for my mother, the one who I never knew, the one who I had never allowed myself time to grieve. I never really felt the loss, until now. I felt something touching my cheek.

"Oh God, he's burning up! Julian, take a thermometer!" I heard.

Everything vanished in a blur of undefined shapes.

"I killed her." I thought with a feeling of anguish, feeling tears in my eyes again. "I killed her to live, I murdered her at birth. Please forgive me, Mom! Please forgive me..."

I knew that I had to forgive myself for what happened.

And I also knew, I thought as the heat overpowered me, that it would take a lifetime to get it.

Now, I know you must be confused, but I wanted to make a chapter when he grieves for his mother. Don't ask me about the dream he had, when you are feverish don't you have strange dreams? Also about his thoughts when he awoke, he wasn't in his right mind.

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