Artamiel: The Black Angel

Run! Run away!  I was shouting that to the little boy but he's not listening. He was balled in a corner, hugging his knees, trembling in fear, and blinded by his tears. He was trying his best not be noticed.  I saw how he covered his mouth with his hands to keep the sound of his cries as he watched another abducted kid being picked by the big bad masked men. The kid is crying for help. He wanted to help, but he was too afraid to move.  And what can a four years old boy do against those big bad stinky guys? I wanted to go near him, hug him, comfort him, but I was just above here, watching every f*****g terrifying things happening to the poor little boy.  There were crying kids everywhere. Like the little boy in the corner, they were abducted, tricked, or forced to go with those bad guys.  The poor little boy was looking for his dog, Thunder, when he saw a man with tattoos on his arms, holding his dog and playing with it. He approached the man to get his dog, but a black van stopped near them, and everything happened in a blur. His mouth and nose was covered with a towel, and he fell unconscious after taking few breaths. When he woke up, he was already in this place, with other kids crying for their parents.  "Mama," the boy silently cried. He closed his eyes and uttered a prayer in his mind. He wants to be with his Mama.  I felt a tight quench on my stomach as I saw a woman, on a red trench coat, sashayed her way on the room. There's a satisfied glint on her eyes as she scanned the children, crying to be brought home. She inhaled through the smoking pipe she's holding on her right hand, then a devilish grin curved her red-tainted lips as she puffed the smoke out.  A little girl, on a cute dress, and a big bow on her hair, held the woman's hand.  "I want my Mommy," the little girl cried.  The woman bent down then caressed the girl's face with her free hand. She gave the little girl a soft expression. "Please?" the little girl sobbed.  "Aren't you a lovely child?" the woman cooed. She caressed the girl's hair, held her hand then stood straight. "I'll bring you to your momma, because you asked nicely," she sweetly said at the little girl.  I saw how the little boy stood up then ran his way to the middle-aged woman. He pulled the side of her trench coat. The woman looked down on him. No! Stay hidden! I desperately warned him, but I wasn't heard. I pulled my own hair in frustration. The boy should just stay out of her sight! He'll be damned!  The lips of the woman parted as she looked down at the boy. She gave a glance at one of the goons. The man who took the boy's dog approached the woman. She handed her the smoking pipe then she crouched down, took the face of the boy in her both hands.  Her eyes sparkling while looking at the face of the little boy. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart," she breathlessly uttered.  "I also want my Mama and my Papa. Please bring me to them," the little boy murmured. The sides of his lips tugged downwards.  "Oh, sweet pea. Someone as beautiful as you shouldn't cry," the woman cooed. "Hush, my munchkin," she softly said then gently caressed the face of the little boy.  I tightly shut my eyes. He shouldn't have trusted her sweet gestures! He shouldn't have let her deceive him! I was in another room when I opened my eyes. The face of the little boy lit up with dreaded expression as he looked at the lifeless bodies piled up in a spot. They were butchered like animals, robbed by internal organs and their chance to live their lives.  These people were demons! I can feel my whole body shaking with anger.  The little boy remained motionless as he's been dragged by another stinky man. He was dragged back at the room where he came from. His lips was quivering and his little body shaking with fear.  On his head, he's repeatedly calling for his Mama.  "You said you'll take me to my Mommy! I want my Mommy!" the little girl hysterically cried.  The little boy ran away, because he saw how a big fat old man ripped the beautiful dress of the little girl. A part of his mind told him to ran off, but he was frozen on his track when he saw lifeless bodies.  He was forcefully dragged by his little arm, and was pushed hard on the couch beside the woman on the red trench coat.  "Behave, baby. Because next time, your pretty face won't save you anymore," the woman warned with a sweet smile on her lips, but the tone she used was a contrary.  The little boy swallowed a sob then he sat up straight beside the woman, both his shaking hands on his knees.  He bit his lip when he saw how the little girl was forced to lay on her back at the bed. She was naked and her hands were held down by one of the bad guys. The old man was grinning hard as he forcefully parted her legs.  He abused the young and fragile body of the little girl. I felt a tight clench on my chest as I heard the little girl's cries for help. She begged, she cried, and she said that it hurts. But the old man didn't listen.  The little boy tightly shut his eyes, as the little girl's eyes met his. The old man forced his penny on her flower. The hysterical cries of the little girl died down, until a roaring laughter of the old man filled the room.  The little boy opened his eyes, only to find the lifeless body of the little girl, blood on her legs, and eyes still open, asking for help.  The woman beside the little boy pinched his chin, then turned his head towards her.  "Be a good boy, sweet pea. If you don't want to end up like them, understand?" she sweetly smiled.  The little boy wants to cry, but he's so afraid. With his body shaking in fear, he carefully nodded his head.  Freaks! f*****g Pedophiles! Murderers!  I was too enraged. My blood rushed on my body. I want to kill them! They're demons! I curled my fingers on my hair then I shut my eyes tightly.  And when I opened my eyes, I was already on the little boy's place, face to face with the woman with a sweet and gentle smile on her lips, but with a soul as black as the night.  I was panting real hard as I tried to catch my breath. I raised from my bed then raked my fingers through my hair. I can feel the sweat on my body, and the tingles under my skin. I ruthlessly shoved the sheet away from me then jumped off the bed. I went straight to my bathroom then went under the shower.  I let the cold water washed my anxiety away.  That f*****g dream again! Until when will it chase me? I angrily punched the wall in front of me. As I saw the blood dripping on the white marble, it all came back to me, and it took a toll on me. I found myself curling up at the corner of the shower room, just like how the little boy did in the corner of that forsaken room. Shaking in fear. Praying for his dear life to be saved.