BROKEN PROMISES

**PROLOGUE** "Ba... baby please... don't..." the woman tried to drag herself away from her attacker. She looked at her lover and felt nauseous as the lifeless battered body lay across her. The toxin from the poison was acting faster and the knife in her chest had punctured her lung, filling it with blood. "Baby please... you know I love you right? What did I do wrong?" she asked hoping to coax the attacker into not killing her. Never would she have thought that karma would get back at her like this. A soft giggle sounded and she lifted her eyes to the cold blue orbs that stared at her. They were dark with lust for blood and revenge. Reaching gently for her cheek, the cold fingers wiped away the tears saying, "Aunt Lily, you said bad people need to be punished. You and Tom were bad people and I have to do what is right. You hurt uncle but I won't hurt you. I will just send you to better place of peace... or maybe not." The woman started sobbing but the eight year old had already decided. He made the woman drink up the wine he had infused with the poison." You're a monster. A demon! I hate you! I hate you... brat! "the woman shouted in fury and the boy chuckled, his eyes gleaming with humor." Oh aunt. You are so nice. Thank you for signing the documents. I am sorry I didn't play fair. Anyways, let me put you out of your misery, " the boy said and took out the knife from the woman's chest, before driving it into her heart. He then kissed her cheek and whispered," No one messes with uncle. For him I won't be a demon, I will be the devil, " The woman finally slumped dead, a peaceful shadow on her face. The boy lay her down and took the knife to the before slicing his skin all over. Still smiling, he inhaled the scent of blood and petrol and got the lighter out. Holding onto the documents, he lit the lighter and dropped it on the vintage carpet, lighting up the room in hellish flames. A gust of wind blowed through the windows fanning the flames and the little boy laughed in the roaring of the flames and got out through the back hidden door to his parents' house. He washed and dressed, leaving no traces of evidence and counted for thirty-five seconds. "Thirty-four, thirty-five!" he said and then loud explosion was heard from the already burning playhouse. The house caved in as the servants started screaming, while raising the alarm. As help came, the little boy smirked as the flames glowed a bright light on his face." So long aunt Lily and I hope you enjoy your stay in hell," he whispered to the darkness of. death