Chapter 2
As noon approached, Stanton stopped walking on the grass, and went to the brick path. He felt someone shove his arm, forcing him from his pensive state. A pair of boys rushed past him, one of them was quite larger than the other one. And it was him that said, "Sorry mister! Hey Jimmy? Come and get em!" He held up a pair of battered old glasses over his head. Jimmy tried to grab them, but he was far too short.
A strange and sudden impulse overcame Stanton, and so he darted into the older boys head, and brought him back into Stantons mind, showing him all the nightmares that he had when he was a boy. The images were so horrific that the child stood completely still, paralyzed with fear. Jimmy raised his confused eyes to the bullies. "Eric? Eric? Hello?" He waved his hand in front of Eric's face. He turned around, his eyes reflecting with realization.
Stanton grinned and sauntered over to them. He snatched the glasses away from Eric, and handed them to Jimmy. He tentatively took them, and his voice trembled, "W-W-What did you do?" Stanton stared at him. He couldn't be any older than six. Utter fright swelled in his face. Stanton remembered when he was a frightened six year old. And how he was taken away from his home for a life of darkness. He shouldn't be the only one who was forced away from everything at such a young age!
His dark side began to brew. He bent down and spoke to Jimmy in a soft whisper into his head. I only showed him the same evil that you're about to see. Large eyes widened, and he ran off, screaming. Stanton almost went after him, but a small cry made him turn. Eric's face was white, and a single tear was creeping out of his traumatized eye. Stanton released him from the memories. Eric shuddered, causing the tear to come loose. As soon as he saw it, he wiped it away. He was still frightened, but he wasn't about to show it.
Evil desire swirled into Stanton. He cupped the small chin with one hand. He reached into his mind and found memories of sneaking out of his sisters room, his arms full of a cookie stash. He found studying hard for tests at a private academy, and working hard for a weekly allowance. His kind of prime target. He searched deeper into his mind, and found his greatest desire. A group of children were leading him around a playground at a public school.
He sent in the promises of the Atrox, the many lies that could twist someone to the dark. Eric's face was still once again, but this time, he was so spellbound by what he thought he could have, that the any remaining fear disappeared. He brought Eric's soul down to the face of the Atrox. Just as he was about to turn him to the dark, a loud female voice interrupted him.
"Eric! I told not to let go of my hand! Uh...Thank you so much for finding him young man."She grabbed Eric's hand and dragged the confused boy behind her as if she sensed Stantons evil. Stanton took away all memories of him, and replaced them with Jimmy getting his glasses back when Eric got distracted by a scream.
Utterly dissatisfied with the afternoon, he sat down on a swing, one that couples sat on to talk, kiss, or for the homeless to sleep on. Its wood was old, and since it rained for about an hour the night before, the wood was somewhat dark with sogginess. Suddenly, he felt a strong force nearby. Too nearby. Warm, white-sleeved arms circled his shoulders and hugged. Serena's soft lips pressed his cheek, close to his mouth. "Hi Stanton."
As noon approached, Stanton stopped walking on the grass, and went to the brick path. He felt someone shove his arm, forcing him from his pensive state. A pair of boys rushed past him, one of them was quite larger than the other one. And it was him that said, "Sorry mister! Hey Jimmy? Come and get em!" He held up a pair of battered old glasses over his head. Jimmy tried to grab them, but he was far too short.
A strange and sudden impulse overcame Stanton, and so he darted into the older boys head, and brought him back into Stantons mind, showing him all the nightmares that he had when he was a boy. The images were so horrific that the child stood completely still, paralyzed with fear. Jimmy raised his confused eyes to the bullies. "Eric? Eric? Hello?" He waved his hand in front of Eric's face. He turned around, his eyes reflecting with realization.
Stanton grinned and sauntered over to them. He snatched the glasses away from Eric, and handed them to Jimmy. He tentatively took them, and his voice trembled, "W-W-What did you do?" Stanton stared at him. He couldn't be any older than six. Utter fright swelled in his face. Stanton remembered when he was a frightened six year old. And how he was taken away from his home for a life of darkness. He shouldn't be the only one who was forced away from everything at such a young age!
His dark side began to brew. He bent down and spoke to Jimmy in a soft whisper into his head. I only showed him the same evil that you're about to see. Large eyes widened, and he ran off, screaming. Stanton almost went after him, but a small cry made him turn. Eric's face was white, and a single tear was creeping out of his traumatized eye. Stanton released him from the memories. Eric shuddered, causing the tear to come loose. As soon as he saw it, he wiped it away. He was still frightened, but he wasn't about to show it.
Evil desire swirled into Stanton. He cupped the small chin with one hand. He reached into his mind and found memories of sneaking out of his sisters room, his arms full of a cookie stash. He found studying hard for tests at a private academy, and working hard for a weekly allowance. His kind of prime target. He searched deeper into his mind, and found his greatest desire. A group of children were leading him around a playground at a public school.
He sent in the promises of the Atrox, the many lies that could twist someone to the dark. Eric's face was still once again, but this time, he was so spellbound by what he thought he could have, that the any remaining fear disappeared. He brought Eric's soul down to the face of the Atrox. Just as he was about to turn him to the dark, a loud female voice interrupted him.
"Eric! I told not to let go of my hand! Uh...Thank you so much for finding him young man."She grabbed Eric's hand and dragged the confused boy behind her as if she sensed Stantons evil. Stanton took away all memories of him, and replaced them with Jimmy getting his glasses back when Eric got distracted by a scream.
Utterly dissatisfied with the afternoon, he sat down on a swing, one that couples sat on to talk, kiss, or for the homeless to sleep on. Its wood was old, and since it rained for about an hour the night before, the wood was somewhat dark with sogginess. Suddenly, he felt a strong force nearby. Too nearby. Warm, white-sleeved arms circled his shoulders and hugged. Serena's soft lips pressed his cheek, close to his mouth. "Hi Stanton."