Silence spoke volumes, much louder than the world used to be before "That".
"That" is always watching, listening and preying.
Humans no longer treated Humans as the superior race but rather living and insignificant as their own lives were.
Living is nothing but a term to define weakness, clinging onto desires, flesh and impurity. 'That' told us this and made us go insane.
The Patient Zero of 'That' is still unknown. What was remembered, a quite silent night in Ramstein Town.
Static noise followed by an emergency broadcast.
"Greeting fellow citizens of our nation. It is with great sorrow to announce that we have been affected by an unknown disease which have caused havoc for the past few months, making people go violent and suicidal"
A Child sat comfortable on the sofa watching the broadcast. 'That' he murmured. His blue eyes fixated on the Television. His black hair. His white shirt, covered with red. Paint lying around. His small figure rolling around the sofa.
The broadcast continued by saying - "The effects are violent nature, arguing, uncontrollable desire to kill, if any signs are seen, please contact the local authorities immediately, codeword - 'Sandwich' "
The Child turned off the television and jumped off the sofa. He tugged in his shirt and slowly approached upstairs. His eyes heavy as he heard noises coming from his parents bedroom. He peeked inside the bedroom, and could see a faint figure of his mother and father arguing over small thing.
"WELL WHY THE F*** WOULD YOU EVER GO THERE"
"BECAUSE I HAVE TO"
"WE ARE SHORT ON MONEY, CLAIRE"
"WE WOULDN'T BE IF IT WASN'T YOUR GOD DAMN JOB"
'That' he murmured again as he went downstairs before things got a lot worse for his eyes to witness. He tripped on something soft but pushed it away. He dialed the emergency number.
"Come on pick up, pick up", he could hear the loud banging sounds coming from upstairs
....
The police district was already in chaos. Multiple calls from different places.
Fortunately one heard the call over one of the desk and picked it up. He heard the Child shouting - "Sandwich!! 49th House 12th Street West District"
The Officer heard the Child's voice and in distress he abandoned his team and drove straight to the house.
"Hey can you hear me?!! Listen I want you to hide yourself safe somewhere okay?"
"Yes" The Child replied as he hid inside a closet.
He took a left and a right and straight. His car moving faster than ever.
And then he finally arrived.
He broke open the door.
"FREEZE!!" he shouted but to whom? Your eyes have been deceived already. Just why are you here? Why talk to me?
You aren't supposed to be here. Not in this empty dark shell, where I reside just go back and read the tragedy. Maybe you'll like it :)
Whoosh, the Officer was in a shock after witnessing the two bodies of the parents lying around. A painting of a certain someone and paint spilled all over.
"Oh my God", he said.
The Officer took slow steps witnessing the crime scene around here. The World disfigured, the faces no longer faces but rather a part of something gross.
As 'That' would say - 'Marvelous'
The kid emerged out. "Oh thank God you're here" he said.
The officer hugged the kid and took him inside the station.
...
It had been a week ever since the incident took place. The kid was now inside solitary confinement. The eyes had been deceived for the kid. The vague figure was simply a projection. The red paint on his shirt was not paint.
And the thing he tripped over. Well that's for you to decide, whether it was the mother's arm or the father's leg as it is your eyes not mine. And my opinion never will matter.
Anyways see you whenever you feel 'Beautiful'.