Rocking Chair
WARNING: Child Death
Am I human? I can't help but feel immense satisfaction whenever I am asked such a ludicrous question. Is it because of the uncertainty of my being? Or perhaps it's the hesitant belief that such a demon can walk on the same soils as a mortal man? Either way, I'd like to inform you that I am not the 'demon' so many of you believe me to be. I was born from a motherly womb much like you. I was raised as an only child, partially by my mother, but ultimately by my father. My upbringing wasn't the smoothest, but nowadays I suppose that seems to be rare, doesn't it? I walk the same streets as you, I listen to the same music, and I feast on the same foods. I don't understand what makes us so different. We all have our hidden pleasures. Some of us just don't have control over them.
I am a slave to this passion.
Recently I have been receiving the utmost gruesome job offers from my employers. I suppose this is what I get for not attending last months check-in. If your wondering, I missed that day because I stayed up very late the night before trying to clean my bedsheets. Blood is quite the stubborn bitch to remove. As of now, it seems I get all the job offers others refuse. Oh well. A job is money, I suppose.
It was August 17th. I remember it clearly. 3:24 AM. My assignment consisted of killing a minor. I was told no more other than the location. Killing was never the hard part for me. Getting the victim vulnerable... now that was rather difficult. Being so early in the morning, everyone would be asleep in their beds. Luckily for me, the target home was rather old and the back door's lock had been rusted. It wasn't hard to break off the chain with my high-quality Ionian black leather gloves.
Upon entering the abode it was quiet and dark. Not usually my preference but I was able to feel my way across the room using the walls. My leather gloved hands hissed against the wall as my fingers searched for a doorknob of any kind. And there it was. The door opened with no sound. To my surprise, this youngling still slept with a nightlight. It was blue and very dim. But it was all I really needed to see the face of my victim. Female. I could tell right away from the scent of her bedroom. I took a seat in a rocking chair placed in the corner of the room. It creaked only a little as I sat there, rocking back and forth, watching the innocent rest.
Eventually, the creaking of the rocking chair had awoken the soon to be sleeping dead. With a slight moan and an exhale, she drowsily moved her porcelain face in my direction. Oddly enough, my presence didn't startle the girl. It was as if she had been expecting me. Her voice was low but audible.
"Who are you?"
I tell her who I am doesn't matter.
"Wait." Shes giggling now. "I know who you are. You're God, aren't you?" I can't help but try to hold back a laugh. I reply with a low chuckle. "Yes, I am."
"Mommy said that if I pray to you, you can help me save my dad. And.. you came." She speaks softly, warmly. "You can help him, right?" I choose not to answer her and decide it's my turn to take control of the conversation. I tell her to speak to me of her father. Tell me what's wrong. Tell me how I can help. Tell me why I should care.
"He's very sick. And he's in the hospital somewhere. Mommy won't tell me where. He hasn't been home in a while. I just miss him a lot." My answers are short but I understand. A mother protecting her child's innocence from the staining black dye that death bleeds. "I see."
"You're breathing very heavy, God. Are you sick too?" A large smile creeps across my face. "I am, my child." She wishes me well. How tragic.
"I know your father, my dear. A very, very strong man. Would you like me to take you to him?" My leathered right-hand reaches out to her from the darkness. The creaking rock of the chair stops. Lingering silence. Visible thought.
"Yes."
Her little feet tapped against the cold hardwood floor. The contract of imminent death had been signed with such a glorious sound. And a heart rested at the end of her signature. Her pale, fragile hand reaches for mine. I hold her vital hand only for a moment before I lead, yanking her into death's eternal slumber.