Summers Stories

Running through the thickness of the heavy smoke was a boy.

The boy, huffing and panting desperately trying to catch his breath. However, nonetheless, he continued to run.

"Mama!" He cried out.

"Where are you, mama!?" He desperately pleaded.

As he continued running the boy tripped and fell to the ground.

As he sat up, he realized what he had tripped on.

His eyes widened.

"N-no..." He whispered.

"M-mama...!" Tears filled his eyes.

"PLEASE NO...!" He shrieked, grabbing the corpse's hand, gently pressing it against his cheek.

Just then a man hovered over the boy and the corpse.

"Crap, I guess we missed one..." The man narrowed his eyes.

"Boy," The man began slowly unsheathing his sword.

"Grab that knife from that lady's abdomen."

The boy looked up at the man horrified.

"Now!" The man barked.

The boy began to tremble as he slowly reached for the knife lodged in his mother's abdomen.

As his fingers curled around the handle of the knife, the boy felt an odd sensation come over him.

"I don't have all day!" The man huffed.

The boy slowly began pulling the knife out, his mother's blood now stained his hands.

"Good, excellent..." The man smirked.

"Now," The man began.

"I want you t-"

Before he could finish, the boy swiftly jabbed the knife into the man's abdomen.

The man's eyes widened, as he fell to his knees.

As he was coughing up blood, the man looked up.

The boy stared down at him, his eyes pierced through the man.

"J-just a second now kid...!" The man pleaded.

"A-are you sure you want to do this...!?" He stammered.

"Are you sure you want to walk down the lonely path of a killer!?" He shrieked.

Just as he finished, the boy stabbed the knife into the man's throat.

"I don't have all day..." The boy muttered as the man took his final breath.

After a few minutes passed the knife dropped to the ground.

The boy fell to his knees, slowly crawling towards his mother's corpse once more.

Wrapping his mother's lifeless arms around himself the boy drifted off to sleep.