Chapter 2
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Chapter 2
Walter now had a new family—a wife, two girls, and a boy. I wondered if he remembered my mother and what he did to my unborn sister. Wonder how I knew my mother was pregnant with a girl? I can’t explain it either, I just knew when I first saw her pregnant it was a girl. Maybe it was the glow in her face that told me because it was different from my brother when she was pregnant with him, or the way she carried her in her belly it was different from carrying a boy. Somehow I knew, and I also knew my mother always wanted a girl, but thanks to this son of b***h she never got to live to have her.
It was Halloween and I knew it would be the perfect time to walk right up to the door of Walter Jackson’s house. He wouldn’t even recognize me with the black death mask I was wearing. You know, the ones they wore during the time of the plague. I thought it was fitting for the occasion. I waited till the people trick or treating slowed then I walked up, knocked on the front door, and waited.
Walter opened the door, holding a bowl of assorted candies and homemade cookies. He looked at me with that mask on and for a split-second I believed he knew who I was. Because when he saw my mask he dropped the bowl he was holding and almost dropped his cigarette out of his mouth. I think for the first time the black soulless eyes he had turned a deep brown. Almost as if his soul had already died and left his body. Hahaha, I can still see the look on his face in my head. That was the best day of my life. And the worst, because after that killing was in my blood.
I took advantage of the situation, thinking quickly as he dropped the bowl. I slammed him in the chest with my hands, sending him to the floor. I didn’t care if he was home with his family or not. I bent down, stuffed a rag in his mouth, and turned him over so fast he didn’t even know what was happening. I tied his hands and lifted him in the air. I could feel the excitement in my body; my blood was pumping through my body fast and I could feel the change coming.
I looked into his soul when we locked eyes. I didn’t know at the time that skin walkers can steal the faces of a person and absorb it into their body. And I did; I became what he saw as his father and I absorbed into his body the pain he bestowed upon me. That mark he covered on his neck was not the only mark he had on his body. His whole back was covered in wounds from the whip just like the wounds on my back and neck, but for some reason mine healed fast. Walter’s had scarred and that is why he wore a shirt from that night on.
I carried Walter out to a small shed he had in the back yard and tied him up. I told him what he did and once again I became my mother’s face and absorbed into Walter’s body so he could live the pain she endured when he stuck that knife into my unborn sister.
After several minutes, I stepped out of Walter’s body and watched him take his last breath. With his last breath he thanked me for what I did. Since that day, it changed him. He never forgave himself for killing his unborn child. He was so drunk at the time he did that to my mother and unborn sister he didn’t know he’d killed them till he saw it on the news.
He called me his hero, something I never in my life would think he would say to me. I felt sorrow for what I had just done to him.
I left Walter lying on the floor of the shed that night and never looked back. when I got in ol’ red and drove till there was something in me that said I needed to stop. This was days after and I found myself in the desert of New Mexico. Funny thing was that I had never felt the comfort of home since my mother died until I stopped ol’ red in four corners of New Mexico.
I looked out the window of the truck; it was pitch black with billions of stars in the sky. I opened the door and walked out into the desert a few hundred feet and fell to my knees. I knew in my heart I was where I supposed to be. I was on the Navajo Reservation, where the legend of the skin walkers originated.
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