Warnings for this Chapter
Gore
Murder
Questionable Themes
Slight language

Father's Blessing
Prologue

"Hush little baby, don't say a word."

The door was forced open, splinters jumping at the brute force of the police officers with the barricade. They were dressed in the average guarded police gear, all ready for bullets to fly to their heads or main body. However they were disappointed in that aspect as all that lay in their path was a room.

Lap, lap, lap.

One of the officers, a newbie by the name of Carl Tennison, was disgusted immediately, not used to see the scene at all. Though the door helped block the scene from the sheer madness and disgusting smell in the area. A dog lay in front of them, licking up the terrifying material that could have only been from another human.

The dog turned to them immediately, growling in a fierce madness.

“Daddy’s going to buy you a mocking bird.”

Carl screamed as the dog lunged at them with a fury that matched that of a Hell Hound. However his mentor shot quickly at the crazy dog that would have to be put down in the end anyway.

“Stay sharp Tennison.” The young man nodded, closing his eyes momentarily, hoping the eye shield would help block out the memory of what he just seen. He glanced down in horror to see the collar of the big dog (it was, after all, a Saint Bernard) to see the delightful name “Fluffy”.

He took a sharp gulp and shuddered as the other, more experienced, officers started to examine the house with a careful regard.

“If that mocking bird don’t sing, daddy’s going to buy you a diamond ring.”

The situation had been called in by the neighbor, after not having seen anybody exit in well over a week, they called in concern because the car the family held was still in the driveway and there had been a disgusting smell that had started to emerge.

That smell was the wife.

Carl had studied the case closely in the beginning, because he was eager and happy that this was his first major case. The wife’s name had been Fey Olivia (Carl had found the name funny, but now regretted thinking such). There had been a picture of her in the case file because she had been arrested twice in her life (both from drunk driving) and she had clear dark hair and beautiful blue eyes.

All which were torn and splattered around the household, especially those eyes. The body was unrecognizable except for the fact that it was indeed woman, from the shirt torn asunder as though one final act to defile the body (and with the disgusting slash down her chest and an upside down cross designed to cut through her stomach to complete the satanic look).

“If that diamond ring turns brass, daddy's going to buy you a looking glass."

“Oh God.” Muttered one of the female officers, her fear obvious through the filter of the eye shield. Carl looked and had to bite back the bile that abruptly built up. What kind of sick mind could do this? It’s just terrifying.

“If that looking glass gets broke, you’ll still be the sweetest boy in town.”

Fey had only had one husband, and was preparing for one new child. Both that she had seemed committed to with a fierce dedication with all of the pictures of love and family put together all around the household (despite that now they were all thrown to the ground in anger and stained the frames with blood).

Right as of this moment, the husband was dead, as was the most obvious thing on the planet. He sat on a rocking chair that was obviously used to comfort the child. Feathers were scattered around the room, all pasted on the walls with blood, all by little stickers that had been put in there to emphasize that this was indeed, the baby’s room.

“Oh damn.” Even his mentor was near close to vomiting it seemed, and Carl could hear why.

In the dead man’s arms (it was later confirmed that the man had died due to starvation, though it looked obvious when you saw him) was a sniffling baby boy (and oh God, he was so small, he was so weak looking, how the Hell was he still alive?). The boy’s name was simply Kitai, as was scribbled out on the room's walls with the feathers and blood.

“So hush little baby, don’t you cry. Mommy loves you, and so do I.”

To be continued