Bloodlust

The eyes

A roaring engine echoes down the street, an all-black car screeches towards a house and abruptly stops outside a modern-looking house. A black crow cracks its voice as the man storms out of the car, noticing it sitting on the corner of the roof. He rushes inside in a hurry with a heavy breath. A woman stands at the entrance holding a young boy. She was slim, dark-haired and beautiful.

"Darling, what's wrong?" she anxiously asks.

"We need to get the fuck out of here now! You, me and our son...NOW!"

Almost understanding the situation as the aggression and fear rattles in her eardrums, her body took over and rushed into the bedroom. Unable to think what to do, everything went into bags. The sound of the metal clanks from guns echoed from room to room as they were squeezed into duffel bags with clothes and other necessities as if they were expecting war.

She didn't want to ask. Does she really want to know? The panic led their young boy to the brink of crying.

"Hush baby, it's okay. It's okay" as she picks him in attempt to comfort him.

The rustle of gravel scratches the driveway outside. Two SUVs pull up in pursuit.

[The man's eyes widen in disbelief.]

"Shit. They're already here?"

As his hands are shaking while trying to fill the bags, everything becomes silent. No more packing.

"No more.... No more running"

His eyes close, gathering focus. The thought of this being his last few breaths lurks into his mind, but knowing he may have eternal silence is a piece of mind for him. After all these years of hearing voices and screams, all thoughts of his past come crashing in like a tsunami. Trying to control his breathing, he knows he only has a few moments left. Thinking of what to do is his last act/chance of good will. He looks up and starts to walk. A certain stillness in his movements changed the air. Moonlight glazed upon the room he entered, clouds and stars that were painted on the ceiling almost came to life. His baby boy. Playing with his green and yellow spotted toy, a small chuckle came out of his lungs. Maybe it was the thought that even at the brink of life, being oblivious to it all may actually be a good thing.

"Ignorance is bliss." - he whispers 

"What are you doing? Hurry up, Farek!" she spills out with dismay.

"Hey Hun, listen to me. I need you to just listen."

She looks sharply at him almost knowing what was about to come out of his mouth.

"Don't you even thi-"

"LISTEN... Get our son out of here, there's someone coming from the back. I need you to do this, you must... It's the only way we are going to give our son what he deserves."

"What? What about you?....No...No, Farek, no. Listen to me, I need you okay? I can't do this on my own, you can't leave us."

She looked at him only just to realise the state of his wounds. From slashes and bruises to cuts and holes. Tears began forming into crystal waters.

"How did this happen? How did I not notice?" She cried between gasps; unable to breathe.

He smiled, "You always looked beautiful when you cried."

"Farek, don't do this, don't lie to me.. What happened?"

A few moments passed. Farek looks down.

"They found out about him, everything they needed to. They want it."

"Oh god. No!" She dropped to her knees. "How can we survive now?"

She sprang up. "Wait we should call him? Maybe he can help."

"Already did... Just go."

A thunderous clap came from the front door, only to realise the dark figures sieged through the corridor like phantoms.

"GO NOW!"

Six shadows armed to the teeth, with blades and equipment strapped to every limb. Masks covering their face, not even their eyes were visible. Farek takes one last look at his wife as she runs for the back exit and for a moment catches a glance with his son.

"I knew you had your mother's eyes."

He reaches for his bag.

"Okay boys...Let's dance."

The sounds of hammers igniting gunpowder and the slashing of warm flesh painted the walls a certain shade of crimson fill the air.

The dark abyss.

As the woman flares through the back door, she sees as familiar face.

"Over here!"

She rushes over and hands her son to a bearded middle-aged man.

"It's okay, he's safe."

Before she could attempt to enter the car, a metallic shine bolted through the air. The whistle came to an interrupted silence as it came into contact.

"Please... Look after him."

The body of the woman anchored to the ground. Ending with just the sound of rain as her blood smeared together with drainage water carrying it to another place.

No time to think. The man got into the car, and slammed the gas pedal as far as it went. He looked at the boy strapped in the passenger seat, noticing that he was covered in his own mother's blood.

"Oh god.. Poor kid", the man whispered.

After what felt like a lifetime, the car pulled up in front of a countryside manor.

Delivering the boy to the front door, the man pressed the doorbell, and with it came strident sound of the bell. The door opens ajar. The figure on the other side appears. An elderly man of Japanese descent appears. White arctic hair matches well-groomed beard.

"Oh look at him." The elder gives the boy a forced look. "Come here [Donte]... You're safe now".