Saturday, January 22, 2011
Tournament of Beasts (Not a Vampire Story)
They call that day many things. I don’t remember all the names but the one I can recall is Day of the Beasts.
Even now my mind quivers in fear as the memories of that day surface. The rotten underbelly of humanity kept hidden for so long was unleashed in the most violent display of carnage since then Africa Demolition in 2912. I think it may have been worse. You see the Africa Demolition was over in a crisp 10 seconds. No one there felt a thing. Every living creature and organism ceased to exist without a trace in an instant whereas on the Day of the Beasts people died slowly…painfully…they had time to mull over all they were leaving behind and they saw their murderers face to face…
I can still see my sons face…covered in blood, eyes wild with lust for more blood as he finished off his sister…my daughter. He’d been a disturbed young child but as every parent knows, you love your child regardless of what he or she does. I’d been there for him the countless times I found his beaten, strangled, mutilated victims in the basement. I cleaned up any evidence least he be taken away and killed. He was 18 now so he’d automatically be killed. There was no way I was going to lose my son…not after losing my wife! Then there was the publicity! No respectable Asian family would subjugate themselves to such humiliation! He was a smart boy, top of his class, destined for greatness! I would never be to blame for his failure. As long as he wasn’t caught we’d be fine…
But then he began to change. I remember walking into his room early one morning to find him putting duct tape over the windows. When I asked him why he was doing that, he told me that the sun hurt his skin. I didn’t think much of anything then until I saw his victims a week later. There were ten of them instead of the usual one or two. How’d he get so many without getting caught and how’d he get them all into the house by himself?! But that wasn’t the worst of it. All his victims were completely drained of blood. There were hundreds of tiny little holes all over their bodies. What was he doing with the blood? It wasn’t until I was burying the victims and leaned in for a closer look that I saw that the tiny holes were bite marks. He was drinking their blood!
That’s what I watched him do to his sister. Other’s in the neighborhood began to change but I noticed that not everybody was changing the way my son had. Other’s were becoming something else...something far worse.
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They call that day many things. I don’t remember all the names but the one I can recall is Day of the Beasts.
Even now my mind quivers in fear as the memories of that day surface. The rotten underbelly of humanity kept hidden for so long was unleashed in the most violent display of carnage since then Africa Demolition in 2912. I think it may have been worse. You see the Africa Demolition was over in a crisp 10 seconds. No one there felt a thing. Every living creature and organism ceased to exist without a trace in an instant whereas on the Day of the Beasts people died slowly…painfully…they had time to mull over all they were leaving behind and they saw their murderers face to face…
I can still see my sons face…covered in blood, eyes wild with lust for more blood as he finished off his sister…my daughter. He’d been a disturbed young child but as every parent knows, you love your child regardless of what he or she does. I’d been there for him the countless times I found his beaten, strangled, mutilated victims in the basement. I cleaned up any evidence least he be taken away and killed. He was 18 now so he’d automatically be killed. There was no way I was going to lose my son…not after losing my wife! Then there was the publicity! No respectable Asian family would subjugate themselves to such humiliation! He was a smart boy, top of his class, destined for greatness! I would never be to blame for his failure. As long as he wasn’t caught we’d be fine…
But then he began to change. I remember walking into his room early one morning to find him putting duct tape over the windows. When I asked him why he was doing that, he told me that the sun hurt his skin. I didn’t think much of anything then until I saw his victims a week later. There were ten of them instead of the usual one or two. How’d he get so many without getting caught and how’d he get them all into the house by himself?! But that wasn’t the worst of it. All his victims were completely drained of blood. There were hundreds of tiny little holes all over their bodies. What was he doing with the blood? It wasn’t until I was burying the victims and leaned in for a closer look that I saw that the tiny holes were bite marks. He was drinking their blood!
That’s what I watched him do to his sister. Other’s in the neighborhood began to change but I noticed that not everybody was changing the way my son had. Other’s were becoming something else...something far worse.
copyright © 2010
The End, 11:39 AM.