The Devils' Captive

CHAPTER 4- Origin of The First Devil

"I love you my son"... was the last thing he said to Aleksandr, before the last bit of his soul left his body.

"MOM!" Aleksandr screamed on top of his lungs. He sat silently waiting for a emotion to show instead he was met with a failed attempt to express himself. Lost,tired and hurt in every way. He saw his mother passed out in a dark corner of the tent. He ran to her and put her head on his lap. He jolted her to awake her,but to no avail she didn't wake up. He started giving her CPR and chest compressions. In an attempt to save her he broke some of her lower ribs by giving her chest compressions she awake in exclusiveating pain as soon as she woke up she threw up
blood but Alexander he could care less. He was worried about his father. He started rambling about what Mikhail told him before going on his heavenly abode, which was perhaps to hell.
The devil definitely did leave a personalized seat for him in hell, for him to thrive and enjoy.

Aleksandr kept on rambling to his mother to save his father. He was so focused on saving his father that he failed to notice his impaired mother coughing blood. Soon Vera was choking on her own blood, the same blood that was forced to erupt out of the body by Aleksandr... Her own ,beloved son.

The whole night was spent in vain attempts from Aleksandr to save his father. Aleksandr's sleep was long gone.
The next morning when he was out of his crazed state, he soon realised the dead body lying next to his father... the unresponsive body of his mother.

"Mother! Mom! What happened? Pls wake up! I can't do this without you! I NEED YOU! After dad I can't lose you too! MOM!" Aleksandr sobbed, not being able to comprehend being the killer of his mother and both the parents' deaths. "MOM!... I... Killed you... I AM A KILLER MOM! I SHOULD DIE! MY EXISTENCE IS THE CAUSE OF YOUR DEATH! AAAH! MOM!" He screamed and wailed on top of his lungs. "I'm sorry... I'm really sorry... Please..."

Half the day was spent wailing by him, begging to the gods and above to bring back his parents. Soon as the sun set into the night, Aleksandr became familiar with hunger and thirst. To fulfill his empty stomach he went into the forest in search of food. He soon found an area full of bushes of berries, delicious red berries. He entered the area with a sac made of  cloth . He started picking the berries but in his sorrowful thoughts about the death of his parents and his hunger, he failed to notice the roaring and growling lurking behind him. Suddenly a tiger launched on to his left leg, almost ripping it off. The sac of picked berries fell out of his hands as he grabbed onto his bleeding impaired leg. In a crazed adrenaline filled state, he punched the tiger and jabbed it's eyes with his bare hand, scarring the beast away.
Aleksandr pick up the berries and rush to his tent . He had enough water for 10 days and some berries. He sat in the tent and took a look at his mutilated , bleeding leg. His took some alcohol from the ration box and poured it onto his damaged leg, flinching at the burning pain. Soon after pouring the alcohol he lit his leg on fire. It didn't sting anymore, nothing hurt. The burning caused any external bacteria to die. Soon he bandaged himself with some cloth. He was used to treating such injuries... At home.
The bleeding stopped but he was still in excruciating pain... Well in physical pain because mentally he felt nothing anymore.

The  first two days was spent eating very is drinking water and wealing for both his parents by Aleksandr. But soon after that it was all hell.
The berries picked were gone and there was nothing left to eat, to fill his hunger. The third day was spent only with water. The fourth and fifth were the same too. By the sixth day he was going crazy with hunger, but with his damaged leg he couldn't do much... could he?

It was the seventh day that broke him into pieces of his old self. His mouth watered at the allluring sight of his dead parents. The... Flesh seemed perfect to consume... Delicious even. With his willing reluctantancy , he lit a fire and cut a piece of his father's chest. He put it on a stick and cooked it slowly on fire. After the piece of meat was cooked, he was disgusted...disgusted of even having such thoughts and sobbed. He threw it away. "I can't do it. I CAN'T. NO NO NO I... just can't. Their my parents. They don't deserve this. I don't deserve them. Maybe that's why God took them away from me....from a monster like...me." Aleksandr shed silent tears.

It was now night and hunger took over him completely. It was as if he was a shell of who he used to be and hunger was now his dictator, his god. Now his body and mind weren't his anymore, they were no longer his alibis. They were his rivals, the traitors that have betrayed him for his hunger. In an sudden instant he ran on the beach and picked up the cooked piece of human flesh he threw away. He devoured like it was his last meal... Maybe it would be if it weren't for his luck. After that he went to the corpses , who neither his mind nor his body no longer recognized as his parents. The were just food, just a way to live, to survive. He went for the chest of his father as ate away, then his arm and then his leg.

After fulfilling his hunger, ge turned away and slept in the tent made by his parents, the very parents whose corpses he just ate. He didn't even shed a tear, maybe too broken to realize what he did.
This repeated for two more days. Two more days he ate the corpses without a care in the world , already forgetting his morals. Sometimes he cooked the flesh, sometimes he ate it raw. Nothing mattered anyway. Both the bodies were now awfully mutated. Mutated to the point that no one couldn't even confirm whether the bodies were of humans or animals. Aleksandr's great feast made the bodies look far away from the definition of human.

On the tenth day, as Aleksandr was savouring the flesh of the bodies in the early morning, a rescue helicopter sent by his butler flew above the island. But his feast was made him too busy to notice. To busy to notice the landing of the helicopter few feet away from him.
As the helicopter landed people came out to rescue the couple and the child, but what they saw shook them to their core. They saw what they couldn't even imagine in their worst nightmares.

The child that everyone cherised was now devouring the bodies of his parents.

The men that came on the helicopter tried to pull Aleksandr away from the bodies but he resisted. Soon the three men lying on the ground, beaten by Aleksandr. Finally the pilot shot Aleksandr with a sedative and he soon fell down. The pilot soon put Aleksandr in the helicopter and flew to the mansion.
Aleksandr was given immediate physical and mental care. The corpses were brought and givena  proper funeral to honor their dignity which they were long stripped off of by their own child. This left Aleksandr the only heir to everything his parents owned. All the money and power was his, but it came with a price, the price of responsibilities. The responsibilities soon forced him to be a mafia himself. Something... The only thing he despised the most in his whole existence.

Aleksandr might have survived but the trauma stayed forever with him. Perhaps the only thing that stayed with him till the end.