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POV Jack

My Father's eyes have turned red with the anger and fuel coursing through his trembling body, yet I have left his mind, and the anger of losing a son takes up his mind, not the thought of losing me, just his son. All I've ever been to that man.

"Vincent?! What are you doing?! You can't worry about them right now! Your Son Is  Dying!!" Mr. Fong was in tears as my head kept bobbeling off of my dental floss thin neck as he kept pushing me and my body towards the door, and eventually the hospital.

I saw my father's trembling body remain oblivious to the screams of Mr. Fong. Mr. Fong tugged on the door, but it remained closed, for my father had locked if from the inside out.

Mr. Fong turned around, with little Sarah clinging to his side, trembling in fear, and started walking to my dad.

He took steps closer to him, but began to slow as my father dropped to his knees, back to us.

"Vincent, we need your help. If, if we don't get Jack to a hospital soon, he, he'll die. You, you can't handle that Vinney," Mr. Fong was having trouble speaking through his sobs. I felt bad for the man. He seemed to be the only one to really understand me when I say I don't like monsters.

My father didn't respond. His shoulders shook. The bobbed up and down. Crying? My father dosent cry.

"Vinney?" Mr. Fong asked again, putting a hand on my father's shoulder.

My Father's eyes had lost their steely shimmer, and have reduced to less than white, but had an iridescent glow, almost as if he were one of those animals he had spent his eternity making.

I was right. My father wasn't crying. He was growling with laughter. His silver eyes danced with the gleam in his teeth. He had gone mad, and not anyone here was going to get in his way.

"Vinney," Mr. Fong gasped, slowly drawing back his hand from my father's shoulder.

Mr. Fong watched as my father's laughter grew louder and louder as he arose to his feet, ready to end. Mr. Fong took steps to the back, his chocolate eyes never leaving my father's abyss living in his eye sockets.

"Sarah, hide," Mr. Fong would really work on his whispering.

"Oh but Evan, there is no were to hide, for I have built this place from the ground. up. There isn't a single nook nor cranny that I haven't seen my Jack cowered into, being taunted by these merCELESS MONSTERS!!" My Father's voice rose, as he whipped around, and screamed to the tens of terrified children, all with tear, and snot streaks leaking down their chocolate covered face.

"You have a chance to help you child Vincent! Are you going to throw that away?!" I have never heard Mr. Fong mad until this moment.

"There is nothing to throw away. Evan, this child has been dead ever since Alice died. It wasn't his fault, but the boy lost everything that day, and I just wasn't enough to replace her. You know this Evan,"

"You're wrong Vincent. You normally aren't, but this time, you're wrong! You know this boy, you're his father, but I have seen a different side of him! He's a little boy, he needs love! You can give him this chance! Let him live for God's sake!" Mr. Fong was sobbing.

"But Evan, you know there is only one way for this boy to live,"

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