Caught Between Holy and Hellish

[S pov]

The boy stood up with the sun, tired of fighting with the restless night. He exited his room and with light steps, moved throughout the house. Knowing his parents were still asleep, he moved to the kitchen and fixed himself breakfast. Dark eyes, as I knew would happen. The human skin is delicate, isn't it? He looked sad, of course, I knew why but never the less he enjoyed his cereal.

Afterward, he continued to traverse the house. Looking at the artwork across the walls as he had many times before, though they seemed to look different in the early morning. Oddly though no sunlight reached the long hallways either way. I wondered what was in his mind now. He would usually look down at me; sometimes ask questions. Of course, questions if which I could not answer.

The sun came all the way up as his parents awakened. He could hear it already, two voices, in the room across the hall from his. The people he didn't know. They yelled. Screamed. They were violent. People he didn't recognize as his parents.

When he heard it, he covered his ears while walking to the other side of the house. Even though he could barely hear it normally, he still sat in the corner of the hall with his hands over his ears. Imagining a different life. Sometimes talking to me even though I couldn't respond.

After a while, the voices stopped and his parents found him, sitting in the hallway.

"Are you okay sweetie?" his mother asked as his father helped him to his feet. He said he was fine. Even smiled reassuringly to indicate he was fine. Though I knew the truth, I couldn't enlighten them.

He returned to his room, searching under the bed… He took out a box and opened it to stare at the contents inside. Tissue. Rope. Razor. The bloody tissue. The pages of spells ripped from the books at the library. The pages of glamour, pain, and a little more.

He just stared at the contents of the box, blankly. Taking a light sigh, he looked over the pages once more and returned the box the depths of his bed.

He got dressed and exited the room, running past his parents, "I'm going to the forest!" he said happily and deceitfully as he ran out of the house, avoiding overhearing his parents once more today.

The boy looked around as he was approaching the center of the forest. A low wine of the woodland critters. Wind passing lowly kicking up leaves. The sound of fighting… He ducked behind a bush to be witness to a blinding light. His eyes adjusted, allowing him to witness a light figure and a dark figure, dueling, kicking up the wind around them. The light figure seemed to be losing, the dark figure knocking him back every time he went to strike. There was a loud crack. The dark figure knocking the light one's sword aside as the dark figure struck him in the ankles, knocking him to his knees. Then with one swift strike, the sword went directly through the chest of the angelic yet terrified-looking figure.

He turned his head to the boy, his eyes filled with fear. The fear that envelops one who can't breathe… He lifted his arm quickly, pointing at the boy as he grabbed the arm of the dark figure. Suddenly, the two figures entered the young boy. He screamed. Sound tearing through the air. It was no normal scream. The sound of someone being torn apart, the sound of fire enveloping one's body, the sound of rusted nails being slowly embedded into the skin. The piercing sound continued and he started to change, growing in height as his shoulders widened. The boy was changing before me...