9 YOKE OF WINGS

THE FORGOTTEN ONE 1.3

His face expressed genuine belief that whatever he said was true as he asked, "What sin are you talking about? She's my daughter; I've given her life; can't I take it back?" His eyes showed his genuine belief in what he said. Mateo couldn't take it anymore of his creepy talk so he took out a small thumb sized bottle and handkerchief from his breast pocket removed its cap by rotating the it between his thumb and forefinger. The sharp knife still resting on the neck of the murderer. He poured the contents of the bottle into the handkerchief. Just as he was about to do press the handkerchief on Eric's nose, He asked again, "Eric you know you are going to die one way or the other why don't you tell me one thing before you go?" Eric looked at him in his eyes curious as to what he wanted to ask he nodded his head and told him, "hmm what do you wanna know?". Mateo was impressed by his calm stature and asked him in a grave tone, "How many people have you killed?" Eric looked at him again and snorted. "As if I remember! But... but if you want to estimate the numbers, it wouldn't be less than 200 I guess.... may be more. I dunno" After saying this Eric became silent again. Mateo didn't waste his time again with questioning a lunatic. He pressed the handkerchief in his hand on Eric's face. Eric fainted after 15 seconds of squirming around but still not daring to make any bold moves due to the presence of a knife on his neck. Smell of flesh decay drifted around and made Mateo nauseous he looked at the box and walked in front of it. He tried to move his hand forward to open it. But couldn't bring himself to do so. But still with shaky hands and heavy heart he moved forward to fulfil his morbid curiosity and also to look at his beloved wife and son for the last time. He opened the huge box with his unconsciously closed eyes. The view that came in front of him was horrid to say the least. He saw a body which was cut into pieces with just the head remaining unharmed except that it was all bloody. For the first few seconds no sound came out of Mateo's mouth. "Aurora!!!" Soon a bone chilling howl escaped his mouth with grief oozing out of it inside that dark environment just silenced by the booming thunder and bright flashes unable to reach that small dark corner. It seemed that darkness itself was wallowing for the loss of something invaluable. After some unknown amount of time Mateo gathered himself and stood up with shaky legs. Soon a thought flashed inside his mind which he just ignored until now. "where's my son..." he thought. He straightened his back as if someone has pointed a gun there. He knew that in this situation he shouldn't have any hope. But hope is all he had for now. So he made a dash towards the door from where he entered. At some point it seemed that he would injure himself by falling down in that dark environment but he didn't care. He moved from one room to the other checking everything by overturning them. It is said that in a specific situations humans can show extraordinary power. And by watching this scenario it felt that it was true. As he found no trace of his son on the ground floor he made a dash toward the second first floor where he and his family slept together on a king sized bed which he personally bought. He ignored the blood stains which were on the stairs. He even ignored the scratches embedded on them as if someone was dragging a person who was fighting for his life, probably it was his wife Aurora. He opened the bedroom door and started searching for his son by overturning things again with the same vigour and energy. He found him nowhere. His heart started turning cold after he failed to find his son. At the end he looked at the big bed and tried to overturn it but he failed because of the weight of it. At last he bent down in a crawling position and there he saw it.