The piece of art, if he would even dare to call it that, sat in front of him. As an artist he was at a loss of words. It was something that even Mr. Doug wouldn’t dare to create. Or rather, he wouldn’t allow himself to even think of it as a possibility. Even an artist like Mr. Doug had certain lines that he wouldn’t dare to cross, and the artist of this piece crossed every line. 

There was no way that this child in front of him had made such a piece, and he knew that for a fact. The work upstairs was on a completely different level than the one he couldn't take his eyes off of now. 

Mr. Doug couldn’t help but be amazed at what was in front of him, but it also made his stomach painfully sick. The smell around him was horrendous. 

“Well I guess I found the wife.” He said in a funny voice as he held his nose shut.

But then his gaze moved over to the little boy, who stood behind him with a gun pointed at Mr. Doug’s back. 

“Your mother was a very beautiful woman. I know that to be the case when I walked through the home a couple of times while practicing for my masterpiece. You see, I needed both of them to make my piece complete, so I guess my masterpiece was a lost cause before I even realized it.” Mr. Doug’s face showed deep dread as he spoke.

But, the little boy didn’t care and his finger didn’t even flinch while hovering over the trigger. His gaze was steady and didn’t even waver for even a second, a true prodigy indeed.

“It's almost as hard to look at her now, as it was when I first saw her. She was beautiful, but looked empty, just like a doll.” Mr. Doug chuckled, "Now looking at her, I feel a little sad. So much potential was stolen by a so-called artist, who had no artistic talent. I was really wrong about my masterpiece after all, huh." 

Something he had planned months ahead of time was not only stolen, but was made in a terrible way. He would have felt a little better if the artist had some kind of decency, but it seemed that the little boy's art was the only one that showed any real talent. 

After all the disappointment he had this evening, he was going to preserve such an artist even if it killed him.