Eighteen Years Ago
In the small town of Camilla, a stranger named Christian scurries down the street which smelled of fresh rain. He looks for the right house, while trying not to get confused with where he is going at this late hour of one.
He halted in front of a house, a house that was old and broken. This was a house where the paint shed off the exterior walls, a house that no ordinary person would have noticed. He checked the address on a scrap of paper. A look of relief washed over his face, but was soon followed by an expression of remorse. He started toward the house, yet, instead of walking to the front door, he crept around the right side of it.
He found a cracked window and peered inside with saddened eyes. The baby was just on the other side. All he had to do was slip his arms and snatch her from her crib and his task would be complete. He took a deep breath and muttered a phrase inaudibly. Slowly but surely, the musky window began to rise, squeaking on the way up.
The baby was lying peacefully and silently in a crib that didn’t do her beauty justice, for it was old and weak. The room was empty except for the crib and a baby monitor sitting in the corner of it. In the distance he could here the low buzz of a television.
He was began to shake his head with disapproval. This is wrong, he thought to himself. But if he went back without her he’d surely be punished for his failure.
Slowly he grabbed the baby and cradled her in his arm, and began to walk away. But before he even took his third stride from the window, a blinding light blasted him from his left. Someone in the next house over had turned on a light.
“Hey!” A man’s voice screams. “What are you doing?!?”
Christian was in a panic and was about to lose control. All he could do was stare back at the man who had caught doing his deed. The man looked at him with a hatred that burned in to his soul. He didn’t know what to do, he had been seen and there would surely be consequences for this. Without thinking, despite all he had been taught by his master, he teleported away before things got worse.
