User:LightningStrifes

Lucian

Lucian Fermoy Fegan didn't like this at all but he had no choice in the matter. He grabbed the rifle that was leaning against the stable, all the while trying to ignore the bastard of a father of his who was smirking at his son. Lucian cracked his left hand nervously as he faced the situation head on trying to put on a brave face but failing miserably. There was no turning back now, he picked up the gun. Now it was time to be a man about it because for fucks sake he was sixteen years old!

But.... it still broke his heart when he tentatively took one step forward to the horse.

His horse.

The horse that he helped deliver birth first handed, raised, trained and took care of. He named his horse Cerise because of the color of her coat was a dark red color that it almost resembled blood

"Come on boy! I haven't got all day!" yelled his father, who was getting more and more impatient by the second. Lucian just simply ignored him as he continued to stare down at his helpless horse who was tied to the ground. Her eyes seemed to be pleading the boy to not do the deed and that was when Lucian lost all of his nerve and began to cry. It was also by then that his father finally snapped. He marched over towards his shaking son and pushed him on the ground roughly. The boy stared up at his father with both fear and sadness in his eyes. But his father didn't pay attention to that, instead he turned towards the horse who seemed to be giving off a more hostile aura about it then it did moments ago.

"Never send a little girl do to a mans job. REAL MEN DON'T CRY!" his father spat out to the boy venomously. Those words wounded the poor boy and it only made him cry even harder but his father ignored his son's cry's and focused back on to the horse who was now thrashing about on the ground madly, desperately trying to get away from its impending doom. Lucian stopped his crying and looked at his father almost pleadingly not to do it but he knew it was a fruitless attempt because he saw that blood thirsty look his father would exhibit whenever he was out to kill the animals that live in their farm.

His father lifted the gun and with percised aim, shot the horse right in the middle of the head. The shot was loud, almost earsplitting as Lucian covered his ears while trying not to wail again once more. There was blood splatter every where in the once cleaned stalls. Some of it even got onto Lucians thick black boots which in a panic mode, began to furiously scrub off with his bare hands when all of a sudden he felt a strong hand grab him by the collar and slam him into the walls behind him. Lucian yelped out in pain once he felt something blow onto his face one after another until finally it stopped and he looked at his father in complete fear. His father still had that murderous look in his eyes when he peered at his own flesh in blood.

"Since you loved this horse so much, you can sleep with it for rest of the night." His father said triumphantly as he shoved his son onto the corpse and immediantly shut the stalls so his son won't get out.

Darkness soon enveloped around the poor frightened boy and the dead carcuss. It was by this time that Lucian tried to desperately get away from the corpse of his once beloved horse as much as possible which wasn't an easy task to do since the stall as fairly small and the horse inhabited majority of the space leaving poor Lucian a small amount of room to 'sleep' on. He huddled into a small ball against the wall while wrapping his brown cape tighter against his small framed body to guard it from the now freezing cold temperature. As the boy closed his trembling eyes, images soon flashed behind them.

Each one of these images were horrible then the last as they continued to flash into his mind. Bodies spewn all over the place, human heads attached to animal bodies, and worse of all there was that horrid sound that screeched into Lucian's ears so much that it practically bled his ear drums.

The images and sounds startled Lucian so much that he was finally able to open his eyes once more only to be astonished that between the cracks below the stalls doors light was streaming through already.

In a mist of panic a single thought rang into the poor boys mind: Is it morning already?

Feeling a bit cramped in the small stalls, Lucian painfully got up on both of his legs and walked towards the doors only to discover that it was still locked and chained up. His father never came back to unlock the doors some time in the early morning. He wanted his son to suffer. This wasn't a test of becoming a man but a cruel and sadistic behavior towards his own bloodline. Humans have the ability to suppress their horrid memories and store them somewhere else in their brain and away from their subconsciousness so when Lucian pressed his forehead against the wooden door, more images flooded into his mind once more but this time more gradually. An image of him as a toddler and his father came into view first, in the image his father was making him walk but his small legs were clamped with those ankle shackles you see on cartoon prisoners.

The shackles made it really hard for his toddler self to walk and every time he fell down, his father would pick up a large wooden horsemens pick and hit his sons hand with the hammer side of the weapon while screaming at him to get up and try again. A few more images blurred past Lucian's eyes until they stopped at another scene where his father was beating on a five year old him with the same weapon and all because Lucian said he liked the color pink more than the color blue. As these images progressed, Lucian's sanity was deteriorating and was replaced with this inhuman anger within himself as he stood there not moving an inch. This continued to another day or two with him just standing there, eyes still shut closed and teeth bared while ignoring the scent of death that was coming off from his once beloved horse. At least he wasn't afraid though when the door finally opened making him stumble a bit from not sitting down for a long time and landed right on top of his fathers boots. The man, repulsed on having to even see his son was about to kick him off of his boots when all of a sudden the boy immediantly got up and smiled up at him. To any outsider this may appear to be a innocent smile but something about it was quite off and it made the old man shiver with slight unease which made him grip the horsemans pick tighter behind his back.

"Hey dad!" Lucian said to him like he just came home from a long day at school. Like usual the old man ignored his son and looked behind him only to still see that the dead horse was still there the way that he left it along with his son. The only difference was that thanks to the heat, the rotted flesh of the corpse was melting off of its bones and progressed to seep into the floorboards below its body. The sight of the thing, let alone the smell made the old man gagg and kneel to his feet. While he did so, he unwittingly dropped the horsemans pick in the process and began to upchuck onto the grass in which Lucian picked up the weapon immediantly. After the old man was done, Lucian began to speak once more.

"Doesn't Cerise look pretty dad?"

The old man turned to his son, about to say something to him but soon failed to utter a word when he saw the weapon in the boys hands along with that creepy fucking grin on his sons face.

"Son, what are you doing?" His father finally asked.

Lucian's smile grew wider, "I think she looks pretty." That was the last thing his father heard before Lucian rushed at him, half hazardly chopping off his head.

After the deed was done, Lucian then proceeded to his house only to come back out with a huge sawing knife and various other tools. He sets them besides his fathers blood soaked body and begins to remove his fathers skin from his bones all the while singing to himself.