Chapter: Twenty Nine.

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"Jeremy?"

The boy tossed and opened his eyes.

"Jeremy?!"

Finally, his eyes adjusted to the bright lights and he found himself staring into the big brown ones of a doctor.

"Thank goodness you're awake." The doctor smiled. "You've been through quite a lot, I must call you brave." The woman checked his heartbeats.

"What happened to me?" Jeremy asked in a squeaky like tone.

"You father alerted the 911 and we found you in a pool of blood that wasn't yours which was strange, to be honest since your back was marked and cut open." The woman explained even though she only just added to Jeremy's confusion.

"I don't understand." He spoke honestly.

"Even we don't understand, you have a huge cut on your back that had your spinal cord almost showing and yet the blood we found you in wasn't yours so the only conclusion the police came up with was that you were taken and may be brought back to the kitchen after they have cut you open." The woman looked thoughtful for a while then added. "The only puzzle been the blood they found you in. Who does it belong to?!"

"Did you say the kitchen?" Fear gripped Jeremy again.

"Yes, they found you unconscious on your kitchen floor."

"No."

"What's wrong?" The woman worried.

"Nothing," Jeremy replied shutting his eyes as if biding sleep to take him.

"Alright then, I will leave you alone to rest." She walked towards the door and stopped. "Don't try getting up or you will never walk again. If you need anything just tap on the bell right under your hand, help will come." With that said the doctor left shutting the door.

Jeremy was terrified, this couldn't be happening to him.

He felt that hand grip his shoulder that night, he felt it when he stabbed into his back.

He thought he had died.

And what is this about the blood that doesn't belong to him.

Jeremy felt his eyes water.

"What did you do to me?!" He asked no one in particular.

"Why didn't you just kill me?!"

"It's not time yet."

Jeremy rolled over and fell with a hard crushing thump that had him yowling in so much pain.

He had completely forgotten the warning the doctor left.

How could he not?

The voice sounded from right beside his left ear.

He was alone in the tiny room.

Jeremy screamed until the door burst open doctors and nurses filled the room.

He was given a few shots and then he didn't remember anything else as his eyes closed.

"Please let me die."

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Mr. Patterson lounged on his sofa watching his favorite TV show it been hard living the life he lived now.

Having no hands was the worst thing that ever happened to him.

Right before his very eyes, his family had fallen apart.

His son died and the rest was a bitter tale.

"And it was all your fault."

The man almost tumbled over as his eyes caught sight of the shadow rested on the white walls.

He thought he was seeing things until the shadow became the same boy that had ruined all of their lives.

Fear gripped the man and he stumbled out of the chair and made to run.

"You can't run away from me old man."

The man paused to stare at the demon boy.

"You can speak without opening your mouths?"

"I can do a lot of things."

Jameson laughed when he saw tears rolled down the trembling man's face.

"Who are you?" The man asked shakily.

"Call me evil."

Jameson grabbed ahold of the man's left leg and buried his ax into the leg. It happened so fast that before the man knew what was happening he was staring at the boy that held his left leg in one hand and a bleeding ax in another.

His wailing of pain soon died when he felt the same object buried into his other leg.

With both legs cut off completely from the toes to the knees, Jameson vanished from the house leaving the man's unconscious body on the floor.

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Jeremy could not tell how long he was asleep for but was somewhat grateful when he opened his eyes to have them staring into those of the same doctor once again.

"Welcome back." The woman smiled up at him.

"I'm alive?" Jeremy asked rather disappointed.

"Don't be like that young man, you shouldn't pray for death." The woman scolded.

"I don't feel my body," Jeremy observed.

"You'll be fine in no time." The woman lied.

"Are you sure?!" Jeremy feared for the worst.

"Positive."

"How's my family?" Jeremy asked.

"You're mother and sister are here actually."

"What?!" Jeremy asked shocked.

"They were brought in four days ago."

"Why?"

"They found your father half-dead on the living room floor apparently someone figured that him losing both arms wasn't enough so they cut cleaned his legs too."

"What?!" Jeremy was about dying with fear.

"Your mother and sister are in the psychiatric ward."

Why is he doing this to them?

What did they ever do to him?

Hasn't he done enough already?

"Not even close."

Jeremy yelled in fear and fell out of the bed again.

"Jeremy?!" The shocked woman rushed towards him and held him in her hands. "What's wrong?!"

"Did you hear that?" Jeremy trashed as a man mad.

"Hear what Jeremy?"

"He's here."

"Who is?"

"The demon boy."  Jeremy kept thrashing around.

"Alright calm down I will give you a shot and you will be feeling better by the time you wake up."

"NO!" Jeremy yelled.

"What are you so afraid of?" The doctor asked looking around the empty room before giving him the injection that sent him off to dreamlands.

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Stacey sat on her bed whispering to herself.

Jameson stood watching the crazy girl muttering gibberish to herself.

He listened to her words and he heard her perfectly clear.

"He's evil. He's evil. He's evil!" she kept murmuring to herself.

"Yes sweetheart, you got that right. I am evil."

Stacey jumped and her eyes met those of the demon boy.

For a while there she actually regained her senses.

Well, long enough for Jameson to make a human art with her mutilated body parts.

He has taken quite the great pleasure in cutting her into bits. No part of her body was left untouched, even her eyes were pulled out and laid on the floor in a basket of entrails, her tongue, nose, and ears were placed atop the basket.

Satisfied he left with the bleeding heart of the girl.

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For the first time in months, the woman found her voice as she stared into those unforgettable black eyes.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I came to take what belongs to me."

"I have nothing of yours, now get out of here before I scream for help."

"I would love to see you try." Jameson dropped the bloody basket on the floor and smiled when he saw the woman's shocked filled face.

"Here is a little something to brighten up your day." He smirked evilly.

"NO!" She cried going on her knees to gather the bits and pieces of her daughter's remain. She recognized her daughter's beautiful golden locks that were glued on the basket with the blood of the dead girl. "NO!" She cried harder. "How could you?!" she pointed at Jameson who wouldn't stop smiling. "She's the same age as you, you have to be the most wicked and heartless person I ever saw!" The woman broke down harder.

"I am."

"Get out of my room!"

"You are next."

Jameson vanished just as the door bust opened.

"Mam what happened here, where did you get those?!" A group of police officers asked as they pulled the still crying woman out of the room.

Her daughter's blood dripping from her hands as she was been dragged out.

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