At Shadow's Gate

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[font=Arial Black]Prologue - Part II

[font=Fixedsys]Filled with pain, anger, and torment...

[font=Times New Roman]I awoke. Covered with dry caked blood and salty tears, I saw my father step over me. He picked up his coat and put on his shoes, before loudly slamming the door.

For the moment, I lay on the floor, shuddering at tiny bursts of pain. Slowly, regaining strength, I got up to survey the damage...looking at my right arm.

Doubling over again, I threw up on the floor, sickened by what I saw. I quickly shoved my arm behind my back, unable to look at the grotesque manner in which my poor arm had been mutilated. Even from my quick glance I had seen the horrid way in which my arm bent unnaturally backwards, shards of white erupting from the twisted elbow.

Remembering my mother, I shoved aside my pains and quickly ran into my room, remembering to use my left hand instead of my lame right arm.

She lay on the bed, unconscious, again a puddle of red on the sheets. However, this time, upon her face were numerous bruises, black and blue, blotting out her beautiful face.

With all our phones destroyed, I rushed to the Barton's house, my neighbors, jamming my left finger into the doorbell.

"Eh? Who's there?"
"Mr. Barton! It's me! Aaron Eaton!"
"Aaron? Good ta see you. Let me open this door. Martha?! Dear Aaron is here to see us. Ain't that nice?"

The large opened, salvation behind it.

"Good to see you Aar-AHHHH!!"
"George? What's wrong? I'm coming. It something wrong with dear Aaron?"
"My goodness, boy, what happened to you?"
"Whatsamatter George, oh hi Aaron - OH MY GOODNESS."

The jolly couple, no longer so jolly, stood at their door, staring at the wrecked piece of flesh that was Aaron Von Eaton.

"Mister and Missus Barton! Please help me! Daddy is acting all weird and he did something very naughty to Mommy!"
"Martha...go call the hospital and the police now. I will go check on Cynthia Eaton."
"Oh my goodness, go, hurry, I'll get the police and a ambulance here immediately."


Together we burst back into the Eaton household, and George Barton immediately pounded his way to the bedroom. Bursting through the door, he saw what had happened, and immediately pushed me out of the door, as if he was trying to protect me from something. He brought me to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet, and after a quick rinse, began to evaluate my elbow before running back and grabbing a towel with some odd odor on it.


I awoke with a start, finding myself in a strange world. Instead of my colorful house, I was in a white cell. A young woman with a white uniform, almost blending in with everything else, smiled and held me down.

She explained how I had undergone surgery, how they had tried to save my arm. How it was already too badly damaged for far too long to have done anything. How the infections I got while laying down on the dirty floor had severely damaged it. How my mother was going to be alright. How my father was in jail. How...how....how...


That night, I sat upright in my bed, examining my metal arm. It ran all the way up to my shoulder, which had to be partially replaced as well. Strangely, I felt no remorse for my natural arm. I practiced taking the arm apart and applying a synthetic skin like covering on. The arm looked like an natural arm with the synthetic skin on. It responded astoundingly fast to my natural desires. Marveling at the electronics of the arm, I examined it for an hour, before finally, exhausted, I turn in for the night, content that both my mother and I were safe. The two guards standing at the door smiled, bidding my a good rest and a safe day tomorrow.


How I wish they were right.

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TDL Dark pretty much hit the nail on the head..

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