‘These poor children!’ You must be crying out. Well, yes indeed, these poor, poor children. But there is nothing you can do, as much as you wish. Just sit back and watch. You’ll wish you didn’t…

Noire ran and hid under the stairs with Bram, sobbing and crying, as any girl would. Bram was teary eyed, holding the dagger behind his back. What was being asked of him, he couldn’t do, no way!!

Bram I’m scared!, Noire sobbed into his shirt. He slowly pat her head, trying to comfort her.

‘Poor Bram, Poor Noire!’ You shout in dismay. Well nothing can be done anyway.

Hush, Noire, it’ll be fine. We can stay here. Here we can hide. Bram murmured to her, holding her tight. Holding her close.

Come out, come out, wherever you are! Mephistopheles purred, stomping around the house, the electricity crackling as he neared. Noire covered her mouth, trying to stop breathing hard. If he found them, it’d be over. Over for them. You can’t hide forever, you know this to be true, come out, come play, it’s all over for you.

With a few more steps, he was in front of the stairs, and Noire was breathing heavy, Bram clutching the dagger. No, no no!!, He thought in dismay. Was this it? Could it be?

I know you’re there. Satan whispered gruffly. They two children flinched a bit, Noire letting out a squeak. The small doorway slowly opened, and standing there, was the doctor in his coat, a large smile on his face. Over behind him, was Bram’s dad, a smile on his face, and a beer in hand.

There they are, Doctor Morgan, just like I said. Now take them go, I wanna go back to bed, Robert said kinda slurred. He took a sit from his bottle, his eyes rolling to the back of head. Doctor Morgan reached forward, and grabbed the two children, them kicking and thrashing hard in protest.

LET US GO, LET US GO!!, They screamed; the Doctor had a firm grip, they couldn’t break free. Bram remembered the knife, and jabbed around with it, making contact with flesh, and pushing in hard.

The groan made him look up, and horror overtook him. He had stabbed his father in the stomach, dead centre. Robert looked down, then over at his son, a look of disappointment covering his face. With a loud and heavy thud, Bram’s father fell to the floor, blood pooling around him. He was gone.

Well, well, well, Mephistopheles purred through his doctor puppet, You did it, you did it! Now, we can go.

Officer Willis came into the room, still a full-fledged demon. He snatched Noire, and held her up.

Ooh, nice choices right here, these are the ones?

Of course they are idiot!!!, Satan hissed, gripping Bram’s shirt tighter.

Sod off you prick!! Bram snapped, kicking the doctors leg as hard as he could. But Doctor Morgan was just a puppet, so it had no effect. Willis cuffed them both, and exited the house.

Outside near the sidewalk was a van of white, sliding door opened, and driver gripping the wheel. Bram looked up to see more puppet strings. Was none of this real? He couldn’t be sure.

Come now, little ones, you’re mad and need help. We’re taking you to Brook Mills Asylum for the Mentally Insane and Psychotic! There you’ll have fun, and get what you need, trust me, my dear, that’s all you need.