He did not know for sure what made the incredibly loud shriek. It had come from the center of the village, where all the villagers have been for the past three hours. Adrian, alone in the dark, lifted his head to look out the window. It was pitch black outside except for the soft reddish glow of the torches held by the adults of the village. He looked past some buildings to the outskirts of the village. Adrian has never left the boundaries of his small village. He did not know the name exactly, he just heard the locals call it “La Ejecución”.
The shrieks got louder as seconds passed. With those shrieks came chanting from all of the adults at the center of La Ejecución. He could not understand what the adults were chanting, it sounded like a completely other language than what he knew. Adrian hid under his blanket, he was only four years old and didn’t exactly understand what he was experiencing. He looked up at the wall and there hung an upside-down cross with a circle and an upside-down star around it. The villagers have done strange stuff before, but this was by far the most idiosyncratic situation he has witnessed.
The chanting became louder, as if they were approaching him. Still, under his blanket, he acted as if he didn’t hear anything. Adrian began to weep. He is truly frightened. Frightened of whatever they were doing outside; it sounded like they were killing someone, but it also sounded like the shrieks were of pleasure. Was the person enjoying what was happening to them? Adrian just wanted it all to end.
Adrian heard the front door of his house slam open. Many footsteps came rushing his way as he laid still under his blanket. Through all of this, Adrian noticed that the shrieks have stopped, but the chanting still were as loud as ever. He thought back to the time when he was talking to an older child, how that older child wanted to escape. In the end he did manage to get out of the town, the adults looked for him everywhere but as far as Adrian knew, he was never found. Adrian now thought that he should have escaped with him. He’s heard of a great fence, expanding left to right as far as the eye could see, to the south of the village; how on the other side of that fence there were kind hearted people who would take care of him. That was where the older child tried to escape to.
The footsteps stopped in front of his bedroom door. The doorknob slowly turned in the opaque darkness. Adrian curled into a ball under his blanket as two people walked into his room. He looked from under the blanket and right in front of him stood two hooded figures. One was tall and had broad shoulders, wearing a black hooded robe and holding a lit torch. The other was a foot shorter and slender with a red hooded robe. They removed the hoods from the top of their heads. It was Adrian’s mother and father.
“Adrian, my sweet boy. Come with me baby, it’s time to go” his mother said in the most frightful sing-song voice he has ever heard. Why was she being so kind all of a sudden? This woman who has never shown him an ounce of love now decides to be a “mother”. Yet, Adrian welcomed it for a chance to feel loved. Other children in the village have all had parents who don’t care about them. Him and many other children have gone through garbage cans to see if the adults had thrown away any leftovers. Some children even died in the streets but he doesn’t know what the adults do with the bodies.
“Where are we going?” replied Adrian to his mother in hopes that everything was going to change and they can live together as a real family.
“You’ll see” she said as she took him by the arm softly. She then looked at him in the eyes. People have said that he inherited her beautiful green eyes, but this is the first time he actually got to look right into them. He gave her a hug and for the first time he felt his mother’s sweet, warm embrace.
“Now come with me little one, we have to go now” she said as she held his hand and walked out the bedroom door. The dark hallway was lit by his father’s torch as he walked behind them. Four others in black robes followed suit. Adrian felt an ominous sensation as he strutted next to his mother who walked tall and prideful. There is definitely something amiss out of this whole situation, but Adrian being a young boy didn’t understand the concept of anything. All he knew was his mother’s soft, warm hands as she led him outside into the starry night.
As they walked through the small village, Adrian could smell a faint scent of iron in the air mixed with the smell of something rotting away. It made his stomach quiver. He felt nauseous, the scent became more putrid the closer he got to the center of the village. Adrian fell to the floor in disgust, His mother stopped to help him up and she continued to lead him to the village center. After walking ten feet, he once again fell to the ground holding his stomach. Dirt lifted up from where he fell and got into his eye. He began to cry in agony; his mother once again helped him up and washed his face with her robe and some of her saliva. They continued down the street, they were near the center square; that’s when it struck him. He collapsed to the ground a third time, and proceeded to regurgitate on the dirt. He could not withstand the horrid stench any longer. Adrian covered his nose with his hands. The smell was worse than the trash bins that he and the other children collect food from. Adrian’s father walked up beside him and picked him up. He carried Adrian the rest of the way. They had finally reached the center of the square and what Adrian saw paralyzed him in his father’s arms.
On tables, all around the center of the square, there were children cut open. Blood dripped from their motionless bodies. All of his friends were there, all lying on the tables, all dead. Adrian looked directly at his closest friend, Dana, her lifeless eyes appeared to stare back into his eyes. Her mouth was wide open with blood dripping from the inside. He knew that they cut her open when she was still alive. In his mind, he fell into a black abyss. He kept falling and falling, there was no end to it. The next thing he knew, he felt a heat so strong it almost felt like a burn.
Adrian snapped back to reality, to the hell that he was in. He was tied down to a table, the fire all around him blinded him. His mother and father came up to him; they carried a knife in their hands, grasping the handle with the blade pointed down. They each stood on opposite sides of Adrian, raised the knife together, and brought it down on Adrian’s chest. The knife pierced slightly through his skin and he started to bleed. He cried out in pain. He tried to move away but he couldn't. All of a sudden, he heard an inhuman roar from the fire pit in the center.
The fire danced around, almost looked beautiful watching it crackle and rise higher and higher. It had almost brought a sense of serenity to Adrian, like all the problems he had before miraculously disappeared; but he knew they weren’t, he was still on that table squirming to get away. The knife pierced even deeper, passing through his lungs and reaching the top of the table. He screamed louder and harder. He began to regurgitate blood. It flowed out of his mouth like a crimson river flowing out onto a cliff. Adrian knew then that he was dying and no one would be able to save him.
He felt no more pain. He began to embrace death’s warm welcome as his vision, hearing, and breath began to fade. He glanced one more time at the fire pit, something had jumped out of the center. It appeared as a shadow in his eyes. Adrian’s eyes tried to keep up with the shadow as it moved around the area with immense speed. The shadow jumped onto a house and looked down at the all of the inhabitants of the small village. It gave out a roar that shook the ground beneath the people’s feet, sounding like thunder had stricken the very area that they were on and echoing away for miles. Adrian couldn't see the shape of the creature, he could only see the glowing red eyes that looked as crimson as his own blood, yet they gave out a haunting glow.
The creature began to climb down the house, making its way to one of the adults standing on the far end of the village square. The creature then lifted its hands and shoved them into a man’s chest and pulled them apart, causing the man to disappear in glow of blinding white light. The creature then moved from adult to adult, piercing through their bodies with its hands, each being shredded into white light. It was then when Adrian began to notice a bit more detail on the creature. It ran on all four legs, like a hound. Its skin was charcoal colored, but its claws on its front legs were incredibly white. Its head and face were round, almost like a human head, yet its torso was like that of a bull.
The creature tore through most of the inhabitants, including the other children, shredding them into the blinding white light. Then it turned to Adrian’s mother and father, slowly making its way to them on all four legs. Adrian’s father pulled the knife out of his chest, causing the wound to spill even more blood. His father lifted the knife to protect himself and his wife from the being before them. The creature slapped the knife out of Adrian’s father’s hand and grabbed him by the neck with its front right paw. It stood up on its back two legs; it was a good eight feet tall. The creature brought its face close to Adrian’s father’s face and growled. Then with a slight movement of its thumb, it snapped Adrian’s father’s neck and dug its left claw into him and tore through him. Adrian could now see how clear it was. The light had been beautiful, yet it frightened him more than anything. Inside the white light he heard an echo of excruciating screaming, as his father disappeared into nothingness.
Adrian’s mother was the next victim of this abomination conjured up by their own lunacy. The creature made his way to her as she stood, frozen in her spot. Was it fear or was it admiration for the beast? She smiled as she held her hand out to it, as if it was the son she never had. The beast slowly walked to her, dropping down on all four feet once again. It brought its head to Adrian’s mother’s extended hand. She slowly caressed the beast’s head, feeling every rough edge on the creature’s face. She grabbed the beast’s face with both hands and brought its head to her chest. Adrian felt jealous of the creature, seeing as how his mother never once held him like she was doing so with it. Adrian’s vision was almost completely gone, yet he witnessed one of the most horrific scenes next to the complete obliteration of the villagers. The Beast opened its mouth wide and launched at Adrian’s mother’s head, completely decapitating her with a loud crunch of her neck bones, then he heard more crunching as the beast munched on the head. His mother’s headless body dropped to the ground, gushed out a crimson river from the neck. As the beast devoured the head, Adrian could see the sun slowly rising in the west, bringing a soft, warm glow onto the wooded houses. Even the creature noticed the sunlight, as it looked up reaching out to the sunlight, embracing the warmth as if it never experienced the sun’s warm touch. The creature let out a soft growl, then turned its attention to Adrian, who was still clinging to his life.
The creature slowly approached Adrian, inhaling and exhaling on his body. It stared into Adrian’s eyes. The red hue in the creature’s eyes had turned into pitch black holes as though as they had been a portal to an eternal abyss. It lifted its arm and put a claw Adrian’s neck. It felt cold, colder than the ice that was delivered to the village every Saturday. Come to think about it, Adrian never noticed the man who delivered the ice the previous day. He never showed up. Maybe he somehow knew that something was off about that particular day. Or maybe he was part of all of this and got decimated along with the others. Whatever the case was, soon won’t matter anymore. As Adrian’s last breath escaped him, he faintly heard a screech, like that of vehicle’s tire on pavement as it’s accelerating. Adrian, however, didn’t pay attention to it, or rather couldn’t pay attention to it as he fell into darkness.
Darkness surrounded him. All around him there was nothingness. An oblivion constructed just for him. He kept descending into the abyss, yet he wasn’t getting anywhere. He looked above and there was no sign of light. He looked below him and there was no sign of a ground or anything. He was all alone, yet he felt serene. Adrian closed his eyes, embracing the darkness as it continued to engulf him. He was finally at peace.
His peace didn’t last, however, as he felt his chest burning. He screamed. The pain was unbearable, worse than what he felt when his parent’s had stabbed him through the chest. It felt like he was burning from the inside. He then heard a voice, almost like an echo.
“Where’d it go?” said the voice. It was a rough voice, like that of a man who was hardened by past experiences in war.
“I think it went inside the child!” said a second voice that came from a female. It was a beautiful voice, like that of an angel singing a melody, but it was shrouded in fear and concern.
“Fuck! Is the child dead? IS HE DEAD!?” screamed the first voice. Although It was a rough, hardened voice, Adrian could sense the fear in it.
“No, he’s breathing” Said the second voice. Breathing? How could Adrian be breathing? Wasn’t he dead? Didn’t he let go of that last string of his life? Or was he still alive and that pain, that darkness, was it all an illusion?
“Damn it” said a third voice. The man’s voice didn’t have fear, but it did have concern. His voice sounded charismatic and wise. Adrian felt that he could trust this voice. Like he could look up to this voice as a call of heroism.
“I say we put the poor kid out of his misery and rerelease the demon” said the first voice.
“No, not with this particular demon. We need to find a way of killing it without killing the child. We save lives first” the third voice said.
“What do you propose we do, Master Salazar?” asked the second voice. Finally, a name. a name to put the wise voice with.
“The demon should be weak,” Salazar began, “We should be able to safely kill it without causing any more harm to the poor child.” The pain within Adrian had finally decreased. It still was painful, but it was bearable. “Listen up,” continued Salazar, “Call Father Torres, he should just over the border.” At that point, Adrian opened up his eyes, and there, in front of him stood three figures, all looking at him. He could not see the faces; they were too blurry to get any detail. Adrian felt tired. He drifted off to sleep, but not before he heard Salazar’s last words, “We need an exorcism”.
8ely decapitating her with a loud crunch of her neck bones, then he heard more crunching as the beast munched on the head. His mother’s headless body dropped to the ground, gushed out a crimson river from the neck. As the beast devoured the head, Adrian could see the sun slowly rising in the west, bringing a soft, warm glow onto the wooded houses. Even the creature noticed the sunlight, as it looked up reaching out to the sunlight, embracing the warmth as if it never experienced the sun’s warm touch. The creature let out a soft growl, then turned its attention to Adrian, who was still clinging to his life.
The creature slowly approached Adrian, inhaling and exhaling on his body. It stared into Adrian’s eyes. The red hue in the creature’s eyes had turned into pitch black holes as though as they had been a portal to an eternal abyss. It lifted its arm and put a claw Adrian’s neck. It felt cold, colder than the ice that was delivered to the village every Saturday. Come to think about it, Adrian never noticed the man who delivered the ice the previous day. He never showed up. Maybe he somehow knew that something was off about that particular day. Or maybe he was part of all of this and got decimated along with the others. Whatever the case was, soon won’t matter anymore. As Adrian’s last breath escaped him, he faintly heard a screech, like that of vehicle’s tire on pavement as it’s accelerating. Adrian, however, didn’t pay attention to it, or rather couldn’t pay attention