Post by Slug on May 5, 2010 15:27:51 GMT -5
Wrong Mother
Written by Slug
Edited by Rolo
Written by Slug
Edited by Rolo
A/N: This is old. ._. I wrote this a year or two ago, and decided to post it here. c: Feel free to point and laugh at the fail that I wrote, but give an applause to Rolo who, bless her, edited this piece of crap. xD
The Eve of Halloween was a bitter night. Rain furiously poured down upon determined children, whose sole mission was to find, and then eat, some candy. However, their parents would have none of it and they swiftly whisked away their offspring into the warmth and safety of their homes the second it began to rain, promising them they would have their candy tomorrow morning.
All except for one little boy.
He was a wee thing, barely older than six. Despite his size, he was quite loud, wailing persistently in the dark alley, hiccups interrupting his cries here and there.
The night was so cold. So wet. So utterly miserable. But it could not be any worse than what little Timmithy Jr. was feeling at that very moment. He was so very, very... alone. Why had mother left him? Was it because he was a bad boy-- just like his had mother said? But did she mean it? Was little Timmithy Jr. really a bad boy? He couldn't recall doing anything bad-- not one thing!
"What did I do? What did I do!" He yelled at the storm, the wind picking up from a whisper into a loud scream. It whipped around the child in a ferocious circle. Then, laughter, loud and clear, merrily cut through the wind's howling with a sharp crack, and all went still. Timmithy Jr. ceased his crying, the rain stopped, and the wind went silent.
Fear-- it crept up the little child's back like many spiders, leaving trails of goosebumps behind it.
And that's when the whistling began.
It was soft as first, like a warm summer breeze, then, with no warning, it became a high-pitched ring echoing in Timmithy Jr.'s ears. Footsteps echoed in the alley, a shadow falling across the little child's form.
"Wee babe", A husky voice giggled, as if amused by it's own words. "Mummy will always love ye-- yes she will!" It mocked; a pair of large orange eyes flashed into being upon the alley's wall, staring down at the crouched, gaping 'wee babe'.
With the quickness of a furtive rat, 'wee babe' scuttled into hiding, behind a trash can. His breathing became erratic. The shadow...
It belonged to noone.
"Mummy will always love ye. Mummy, mummy, mummy! Where is she, wee babe? Where is she?!" The voice roared, shaking the ground.
'Wee babe' gave a shout, then broke into sobs, clutching at his head.
"Leave me be! Leave me be! I've not done wrong, for I am pure!" 'Wee babe' cried, shoulders shaking with each word.
The laughter returned, dancing into the air with eagerness. "D'ye love your Mummy, wee babe? D'ye love me?" The voice whimpered, pained.
"The stained do not belong upon the surface! Be gone, foul one! I cast you back to your fire! Away!" A new voice commanded, bouncing off the alley walls.
The orange eyes looked sharply at the owner of this new voice, then widened with a hiss!
"The wee babe is mine! Mine, mine, mine! My wee babe! Wee babe belongs to me!" The other voice cackled, hysterical.
"Only those who deal belong to you, foul one! Return to your fire-- AWAY!" The new voice-- no, the woman commanded again, hands pressed to her heart and green eyes narrowed.
Yowling, the orange eyes cried blood, the red tears pouring down the alley wall.
With a blink, the orange eyes were gone.
The grey clouds above wept again, pouring down upon the woman and Timmithy Jr. Smiling sadly, the woman gave a call: "T.J, tis safe to show yourself!"
A startled gasp, then like lightning 'T.J' stepped out from behind the trash can and scrambled for the red-haired woman. He hugged her legs tight and cried: "M-mum!"
'Mother's smile became a silly grin, patting 'T.J' upon his wet head.
"Come, now, T.J, let us take leave." With that said, the two walked out into the open, leaving the cursed alley behind them. The moon glowed brilliantly above them, peaking through the clouds, giving all a shadow.
All except for one mother.
