TheKittenFromHell

        In a quaint suburban neighborhood, the silence of nighttime enveloped everything. In the kitchen of the Faulkner family home no one should have been stirring. However, someone was, and a decision that would have fate-altering consequences was being negotiated. The father of the household, a scrawny red-haired Alastair Faulkner, walked delicately as possible across the tiled floor, careful not to make any noise that would bother his three children sleeping soundly upstairs. Against his ear he held a big green telephone, attached to the receiver on the wall by a long curly cord. He smiled and laughed under his breath with the person on

        In a quaint suburban neighborhood, the silence of nighttime enveloped everything. In the kitchen of the Faulkner family home no one should have been stirring. However, someone was, and a decision that would have fate-altering consequences was being negotiated. The father of the household, a scrawny red-haired Alastair Faulkner, walked delicately as possible across the tiled floor, careful not to make any noise that would bother his three children sleeping soundly upstairs. Against his ear he held a big green telephone, attached to the receiver on the wall by a long curly cord. He smiled and laughed under his breath with the person on

She told him to fetch something from the room. And blindly, he’d listened to her. Maybe it was just natural. After all, she was his mother. He was supposed to trust her beyond all doubt. He could sense her there, on the other side of the light-based glass compound that was keeping him penned in the room. Trapped. And he knew that she wasn’t there to save him. All her years of abuse and manipulation had culminated in this moment. Betrayal from the one being he was supposed to trust, the very first voice he’d ever known in the darkness. The very first voice that had ever known him. Currently, he could just hear that same voi