Cloe Danne

As everyone returned at their usual life, not Cloe, of course not. She did not fit with the other citizens of the city, she had the forest to herself after all. As many other witches that wanted power, the technology was changing the way of how witchcraft was made. The old spells were now public domain for some girls wanting a flirt with the darkness. But for a necromancer like she is, the forest plays a big part of where she gets the straight of her spells. And there she was, walking between the woods with her feet filth with the mud and grass.

Then she heard a grunt coming from the bushes. The Pigman raised cautiously towards his master. Cloe could smell the reek of the flesh rotting from the wounds inflicted by the hunter guns. She should realize before that her pet was getting more sick. She laid her hand over the monster head. A maternal vibe came from her. "You will never bear any child" the spiky words were echoing inside her head.

"Oh my sweet boy you need some aid with those" Cloe whisper to her pet. The Pigman grunted. And follow his master. The forest was coming more cold and dark.

"Soft kitty, warm kitty" she heard. It was the voice of a boy, probably at his four or five years old. Small and plumber. That was playing with a teddy bear meanwhile he was also singing. Cloe smiled and started to get closer to de kid. The boy stopped playing as he lays his big brown eyes towards the woman coming from the skirts of the forest. As Cloe was getting near, the small child stood up and stopped his singing.

"It's okay I won't harm you I just wanted to see who was the one singing". Cloe said.

"It was me" the boy replied.

"You have a lovely voice"

"My Dad doesn't think that way, he hates when I sing"

"Really, and why is that sweetheart?"

"Because he says a boy should be playing with a ball, or wrestling or doing boy's stuff, that only girls are the ones who are allowed to sing" replied the boy.

"That is a pity" said Cloe "You are good at singing, just as the birds at flying, come on, sing...my boy"

"No, I can't my dad..."

"I won't tell him if you don't tell him" said Cloe. "Say...would a wolf apologize for howling to the moon?"

"I guess not" replied the boy. "But not here, otherwise my dad will find out".

"Inside the forest then" said Cloe. The boy nodded. And then the witch grabbed his little hand. It was sticky and warm. As all boy's hands are. In front of them The Pigman was waiting without any say. Only grunted when the boy got closer.

"Who is him?" asked the boy

"Is my pet, and he also want to hear you sing." Replied Cloe. The Pigman was just waiting in the shadows of the tall pines. The smell of the woods covered the reek of the wounds from the shots on her pet. The boy grabbed harder Cloe's hand as the Pigman started to walk towards the kid. "Don't be afraid, he is not the one to be fear of, I am."

Suddenly the Pigman grabbed the boy by the ribs. The boy started to cry as the Pigmans trump smelled him. Snoring his brunette hair. His face. The boy was crying when in a shock the pigman opened his mouth and chew it off the boy's face. The little boy started to cry harder as the 'pigman started to devoir him. Cloe then sat in a big rock.

"There my luv, just eat ".