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Evil events from evil causes spring

Aristophanes

"Sullivan…. You died." The officer said with one final breath.

" I only regret not killing you earlier." The child said in Walters's voice.

The child stared at the dead body and looked at it in fear… He had done this just by thinking it? He knew he could manipulate people's thoughts if they looked at him or his mother the wrong way he would tell them to do things to make them hurt themselves but he never killed anyone. He's just make them think bad things then make them punch themselves… Just then the room got cold. The child began to shiver, as the room seemed to just freeze.

"What did I do?" he said to himself. "What... did I do?" He cried. He fell on the floor and started to cry. "Mommy." he cried.

"Hey stop that mister!" Lydia said as the young child sat across form her.
"Stop what mommy?" He asked.

"Don't play dumb… you're still not getting any cookies." She said as she picked him up off the floor. "That trick only works on stranger."

She smiled at her beautiful child for a moment then the smile faded. His eyes reminded him of Walters…

"Stop crying." A voice ordered. The child jumped and looked behind him. There stood a Walter looking down upon his son.

"Where's mommy?" the child asked as he looked at the man towering over him.

"She's sleeping… Do you want to see her?" Walter said with a small wicked smile.

"Yes…" He said as a hopeful smile came across his face.

"Okay... But you have to do something first." Walter's smile grew wider. "You'll move in with a man named Henry Townshed and a woman name Eileen … Do what you did to this police officer. Then you can see your mother"

The child looked at the dead officer then Walter the hopeful smile was gone.

Mother forgives me… She loves me

"Sir!" A young officer walked in and saw the officer lying on the ground. "What happen here kid?" The young officer asked.

"He… He…" The Child started to cry.

"Somebody call an ambulance!" He called out. He got up and grabbed the child. "Look I know about you… Just leave now… Go to the church on Dire Street… Your caretaker will be there…" The child looked at the young man. "I'm apart of the Order your holy ness." The man looked at the boy who was walking away. "He shall purify us all…" He whispered to himself.

The child smoothly walked out of the station and went to his church. HE saw a man sitting in the front pew. He had short brown hair he looked like he was in his mid to late twenties. The child walked up and sat next to him.

"Do you know who I am?" The man asked.

"Henry…" The child whispered.

The man looked at the child. He looked just like him. He had the eyes, hair color, and even the same nose. He was a spinning image of him. "Look I know everything about your father and who you are… I just want to know… Do you understand what your father wants you here for?

"I don't want to hurt anyone any more…" He whined. "I don't want to hurt mommy anymore…" The child looked at Henry with tears down his cheeks. "Henry stop him bring back mommy."

"I don't know if I can this time… I'll need your help too…" He said as he looked into the child's eyes. "Did your mother ever tell you about me?" he asked the child.

The child sat there for a couple of seconds then he looked at Henry. " No." He said.

Henry looked at the kid then smiled. This sure was his kid he could never keep a straight face when he lied and neither could this kid.

Please God let me be strong enough to do this again… Please…