There was a trial that lead to a passing stream, that lead into a river. That was what I was going to do with the bodies. It was so perfect. Everyone will think that they fell into the water was washed away. I would have to control myself. I can't just be dumping a body every night. I may be insane, but I'm not stupid. This town was my new home, and I was its dark angel.
I threw the boy into the water and watched as he bobbed downstream. I smiled at the sight. If there was a hell for me, well, fill in the blanks.
I closed my eyes and with a full belly, sat back against an old oak tree. An old memory came to me just then. One from a long time ago.
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The breeze was softly blowing through my hair. I held a kite in my hand and was watching it's tail wave in the wind. It was over casted enough for me to enjoy the day weather. I was in a park and there were families all around, having a picnic, children playing tag.
A hand fell apon my shoulder, "Brilliant weather," a man said with a heavy british accent.
"Very much so father," I smiled. I was happy. I had no right to not be happy. I had everything that I could ever want. A family.
"Vincent, there is something that we must discuss. Pull down your kite for a moment and join me at the old oak," My father, my creator said to me warmly.
Something in his voice was off. He wasn't his normal cheery self. And he did look really pale. No pun intended.
I was already following my father with the kite slowly descending as I wrapped up the string. I stepped through the cool grass, the warm wind was creating a peaceful atmosphere. This was my life and it was complete. It has been this way for the past one hundred years.
I joined my fathers side at the oak tree while he was staring off into the horizon. I didn't want to disrupt his thoughts so I kept to myself. I followed the grooves of the bark in the tree waiting for him to speak.
"I'm afraid that I am going to have to take my leave from you," He said calmly, not movin his eyes from the sky.
"What do you mean?" I was confused. Shocked even
"You will have to carry on without me. There is a place that I must go," his voice grew quiet, almost unaudible.
"Take me with you," I plead.
He shook his head and took a deep breath. He turned to face me now, his eyes were red and damp with moisture. I was comforted that he was hurting, as terrible as that sounds, I was glad that he wasn't doing it by choice.
"You are my son, Vincent. You will understand when the time comes upon you," He turned away and sped off towards the city. Faster than I have ever seen him run before, and he was gone.
