Chapter 3: Beginnings of madness
Disclaimer: Same as before
Note: I feel the need to mention this. It may not seem so just yet but this falls into the category of being a slash fic,manXman for those who don't know the term. As of yet there hasnt been any reason for anythng relating to it. But somewhere along the road, probably far along the road I will make this further known. But I plan to put blatant warning signs for those who don't like that kinda thing. But like I said it will be awhile before it comes up. Now that thats said, lets get on with the traumatizing a four year old boy.
Thomas paced back and forth through the kitchen,muttering to himself. Rose was glaring at him as she cradled Emmet in her lap. The boy was quite shocked and a little afraid of his fathers behavior.
" Do you realized what this means!? " he asked suddenly making his wife and son jump " The possibilities. Emmet produces tears with regenerative properties to it, levitation, come back from the dead! "
" Thomas! " Rose exclaimed standing up. She clutched Emmet against her tightly. " He's our son, not something for you to experiment on! "
" Rose forgive me, I didnt mean any harm, but Emmet is special think of all the things that we can learn. Just a few tear and blood samples " he pleaded " Nothing more "
Rose just glared, she couldnt believe Thomas would even consider something like this. Emmet looked at his father from his mothers arms. The pleading look he saw made him shiver " Does daddy want something? "
Thomas crept closer " Yes son, Daddy just wants to see somethings,Emmy, daddy won't hurt you. I promise " Emmet was only four-years old. He didnt know that people could lie. That parents could lie to there children. He nodded at his fathers request.
Thomas drew blood from Emmets arm and took a few drops of his tears. Rose watched the process very closley. She knew Thomas would never do anything to harm Emmet, but something was beginning to tell her this was done,Thomas hastily left the he wanted to get a better look from his lab equipment. After that moment the weeks that followed were very tense in the house. Thomas was constanly spacing out,he wouldnt go into what exactly he had discovered only that there was still more to investigate.
Levitating,as he was later told meant flying. This made Emmet excited becuase like most children his age,having a superpower was cool. He came into rather quickly. He had been sitting in the backyard,playing with some action figures. He threw one up so high that it somehow went on the was one of his favorites and he desperately wanted it realizing it he had floated up to the roof. Rose had nearly fainted when she saw this. Immediately running over to check if Emmet was ok. He grinned " Look mommy " he floated back into the air, this time with more control. He turned in the air and zoomed around the backyard laughing. Rose slowly relaxed,Emmet was having fun and he looked okay She sat down in one of the lawn chairs and watched. She decided to not inform Thomas of this development and made Emmet promise to do it around his father,but Thomas had seen it all.
Later that night, Emmet was in his pj's and eating a cookie. Rose stepped out for a minute to go pick something up,Emmets fifth birthday was three days away and she was putting the last touches on the party that they were going to throw for him. Thomas exacted his plan a few minutes after Rose drove off. " Son, do you want to play a little game? " Emmet gulped down the cookie that had been crammed into his mouth. " Um ok daddy " Thomas picked his son up from the table and set him on the kitchen counter. He brought out a CD player and started to place a CD in it. Emmet wa curious of what kind of game his daddy wanted to play, but suddenly he felt an odd sensation,he started having trouble breathing and grabbed his chest.
" Daddy,I- ca-c " his voice stopped working. Thomas gave his son a sympathetic look.
" Sorry Emmy, the cookie I gave you has a special ingrediant in it that painlessly stops the heart. But don't worry you'll be fine. Just listen " he pressed play.
Deep In The 100 acred woods
Where Christopher Robin plays
You'll find the enchanted neighborhood
Of Christophers childhood games
Emmet became light headed and dizzy as the song played. It was his favorite and he felt calmer as his breathing slowed down.
A donkey names Eeyore is his friend
And Kanga and little Roo
Theres Rabbit and Piglet
And theres Owl
But most of Winnie The Pooh
His vision dimmed and he found himself in the 100 acred woods, Winnie the pooh and all the others were calling for him to come and play, he ran to heart stopped and darkness eclipsed the vision.
When he came back from where he didnt know, he saw a scary sight. Mommy was beating daddy with one of his golf sticks and screaming at him " YOU FUCKING MONSTER, YOU KILLED HIM!! "
Thomas tried to defend himself against his wife,physically and verbally.
" ROSE PLEASE CALM DOWN,LOOK EMMET IS ! " Rose haltd momentarily to see Emmet sitting up,looking rattled but otherwise fine,before returning to the beating.
" ENOUGH IS ENOUGH,IM TAKING EMMET AND WERE ,YOUR NOT THE MAN I MARRIED, YOUR SIC-CRACK
In one swift movement Thomas renched the golf club out of his wifes hands and bashed her upside the head. Emmet screamed "MOMMY!! " he floated off the counter and over to her but his father wordlessly picked her up and threw her over his shoulders. " Emmet, your mother is unwell and I need to take her to a doctor,just wait here for me!! "
He dashed out of the house with the door slamming shut at his heels. For what felt like a long time to the four year old he sat on the kitchen floor crying. Daddy hurt mommy,he said she was sick,mommy wasnt sick. So why had daddy taken her away?
Thomas breezed back into the house,he ran up the stairs and a few minutes later he came into the kitchen with Emmets backpack and his stuffed pooh bear. " Emmet were going on a little trip ok " he picked the boy up and ignoring his questions about his mother headed out the door and for his car.
Awhile later Emmet was sitting in a small grey room. Sitting on a long, metal table. It was so cold that he hugged his pooh bear for warmth. Daddy said they were going on a trip,and had drove them to a large building that seemed to touch the sky. Inside everything was so bright,he couldnt see until he'd been dropped off in the room and told to wait. He sniffled and tried not to cry,but it was so scary. He wanted to go home and sleep in his bed,he wanted his mommy to read him a bedtime story and sing him a lullaby. He didnt want to be here and he didnt want to be with Daddy.
Thomas walked into the room,donned in a white lab coat and holding a clip board. He sat next to Emmet on the cold table " Emmy,you mommy is not well. She's lost her mind im afraid and she's going to be away for awhile "
Emmet started crying at the news. His mommy really was sick and he wouldnt see her for a long time. He jerked back as he felt a small glass vial pressed to his face. Thomas was collecting his tears. Corking the bottle he stood up and looked at Emmet,the boy felt terrified. His daddy was so scary as he smiled " Oh Emmet everythings going to be fine " even at the age of four,Emmet could see the lies,he could see everything that was going to come and he wanted his mommy.
Jericho Carson, eight years old and standing in a corner of his parents bedroom. He'd been standing there for exactly two days. Int that time he had been denied anything to eat or drink and was not allowed to sleep. His eyes felt so heavy and it was a great strain to keep them open. His stomache was growling and he tried to ignore it,ignore the drie taste in his mouth,the light headiedness. His mom and dad were sitting in the king size bed and watching there plasma screen tv. Every so often there gaze would drift to there son,his current state highly amuzing to them. He couldnt take it much longer,his legs were going to give way. He shut his eyes,hoping only for a seconds worth of bliss. Instead he received a sharp pain to his left arm with such forced that he was thrown against the corner.
" You little shit! Who the fuck said you could close your fucking eyes!? " his father screamed at him as he beat Jericho with some blunt instrument that he couldnt make out. He was to weak to let out the pain wracked screams that his body demanded. Finally his father grabbed his by his broken left arm and dragged him from the room and out into the hallway of there lavish five room apartment.
" Guess youve had enough,sweet dreams " he said as he spat on the boy and headed back into his and his wifes room.
Jericho lay there in the middle of the was the youngest of three and had no roo. He didnt need or deserve one his father said and usually slept on the floor of the living room being forbidden to touch the furniture. He swallowed his sobs and closed his eye,falling asleep instantly. As he slipped into dream land,his body slowly started the task of repairing itself...TBC