The Love of a Silent Star

The fire that burns within

Chapter Six

The past

The house had been run down and built up many times, from the looks of it someone had once taken care of it, but possibly the new management had let it run down. Windows were cracked and broken allowing the freezing air into the house, paint was falling off and the door was busted in. But what really was completely vulgar was the smell as one would walk inside.

"Oh fucking son of a bitch." The man cursed as he walked inside. "It's like the Devil ran through this place and left his crap behind." The man said as he walked through the house, he walked over broken and toppled chairs and books and other different items that had been smashed up and ruined. He looked through the first room which contained the body of an inanimate man. He was lying on his side, with a knife wound in his chest. Flies buzzed around him and ants crawled in and out of open holes, including his eyes, mouth and parts that had previously been eaten away.

What was left of the man's eyes, one could tell that he had died in agony and that he had not experienced a quick and painless death.

The man turned away from the sight and went into the next room, glass crunching under his black military boots. The second room had no light in it so the man opened the blinds allowing some in. The sight was bloodcurdling; the woman's head had been severed almost completely off, now it was just hanging to the side. Legs were broken and were lying in grotesque positions. Her lower half had been spit open, which allowed the intestine to hang out in the open. The blood had drained from her, where it had spilled all over the hard wood floor; staining it the color of crimson. Her eyes were completely covered in flies, some having broken there way in, eating everything in there way. Ants and other types of bugs crawled in and out of her mouth; flies also flew out of her mouth. Rats had made their way into her stomach eating and gnawing on the bloody cords that hung from her lower regions.

Over in the far corner, there was another form, much smaller than the woman, more in child form. The small boy was just sitting in the corner, arms lying lucid by his sides, legs stretched out and head leaning back against the corner wall. There were a few flies on the boy, buzzing around him and landing on exposed places. Rats were gnawing on wounds that most likely had once just been scrapes from either playing out-doors or from being beat. The wounds were now open and exposed to the germs and the other loathsome objects in the room. The man looked at the boy for any signs of life, and was surprised when he saw the child's eyes open and look blankly at him. After seconds the child blinked.

His eyes were dull, empty and lifeless. His hair was ratty and uncared for, his clothes had been eaten through and had several holes in them, and were the color scarlet from the blood on the floor. His arms had wounds that had been put there by many different things and beings. Once these wounds healed they would scar for life. His body was small and frail, due to lack of food and water. His body and face also held little to no color. His small body held only a small amount heat, just enough to show that the child still lived, thus it was cold and frigidity.

"Hey William we've got a live one."

The other man came walking in the room looking around at the room in disgust.

"What did you say dumb ass?"

"He's alive." Dumb ass stated pointing to the boy in the corner. William went over and shooed the flies and rats away from him, checking the child's vital signs. He lifted the boy's lifeless arms and let them drop back down to the floor.

"Take him; you can clean once we get back to the van."

"Right." Dumb ass replied and went and picked the life-less boy up, slinging him over his shoulder, and proceeded to walk out to the black van. William stayed inside, dumping gasoline everywhere, in each room, making sure the bodies was soaked. Once that was complete, he stepped out and threw a lighter inside, allowing the house to go up in flames.

Once in the van William gave the order to clean the boy up with whatever possible. "He should make a pretty penny." He said.

"Brats got long hair, not bad looking eyes either." Dumb ass said as he cleaned the boy with towels and other items. "Someone will take him for sure."

The present

Roy's P.O.V

I remember when we had Alphonse; it had been the happiest moments of our lives. He was the best thing that happened to us. After I retired from the military, I married Riza and we contemplated having a large family, which was later decided that we wanted one. So that's when Alphonse came to us.

After about a year we all decided we wanted another child. But on the way home from shopping, Riza was hit by a large car. The front of her small car was slammed in causing the steering wheel to suddenly slam forward into Riza hitting her midsection damaging her for life.

Even though we tried everything, Riza was told that she could no longer have children. This hurt her more than me, but we got over it in time and decided to continue the family, so adoption was the key. Due to my perfect record we were given the right to adopt. So after about four or five months, papers went through and we chose our son.

When Riza heard what happened to Edward, how he got caught with a drug dealer and such, her heart went out too him, so we chose him and accepted him into our family right away.

Every time I looked at him, something just stirred in me, a longing to posses him. After some time he started to take a certain interest in me. He would pay attention to me during meals, such as dinner. He would make sure he had my attention as he ate. Slowly putting the food into his mouth, when he drank he would make sure his lips were wet, so he could run his tongue over his lips slowly, like that was the only thing he was focused on or that mattered in the world.

I don't know why I suddenly had an attraction toward the boy, I mean I love my wife like no other, and I was never attracted to men, boys no less. I did not know about the business he was running with other fathers or men and some women. The day I cracked was the day I saw him playing with another man; pleasuring him in ways I did not know to be possible. I should have done something at that moment, call the police or tell my wife that our adopted son was demented and a whore, but I didn't, I kept quite about it.

The first time had been when my wife was out shopping and my son was out with other friends. He seduced me on the chair, and pleasured me for almost two hours. We did this while my wife was gone, but after awhile she caught on, and started figuring out that I was doing something with Edward. We started to fight and I moved into another room. But even so, with my own room I have more time with Edward to do as I please.

When ever Riza and Alphonse are out I am allowed to release my built up tension on Edward. He lets me use him in more ways than one.

"Do you still love your wife?" He asked me one day, as I rolled off of him and on to my side of the bed.

I did not really know how to answer this question, because ever since Edward had come and seduced me, I was having different thoughts. "In some ways, yes I do love her."

"Do you love me?" He asks.

"Yes." I respond.

"How much do you love me?"

I wait a few seconds before responding, "I love you so much it hurts me."

"Do you love me more than your wife?"

"Yes I do."

"Would you do anything for me?"

"Yes … yes I would do anything for you."

"Good." This was the last thing he said to me as he returned to his own room.