Watching, The knife rested on his hip and oddly silent right now, The network ran through his mind, Many different voices speaking at once a swimming stream of noise, He saw her and smiled.
She had come out of an ally. Quincey's Mind raced, The whore yes she would be the one. Her blood would soak into the ground and make it a holy place.
He gathered Darkness to him hiding from the people that might see him, He followed her. She took her time a slow walk almost as if she was ashamed of what she had done, She stopped in a store he watched her, Diapers and formula.
He found it strange. He was standing next to her. The knife for some reason stood silent. Out the door and upstairs of the same building. She had not said
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He stared at the child she had picked him up, Small and needy, dependent on this whore, soon she would be dead. He thought and others would care for this child. He raised the knife towards the back of this whore holding her child. That when he saw it, the child's eyes looked right at him as impossible as that was.this child could see him.
What did he want, why could he see him, what was this feeling?
“I love you Peter and one day you, will be proud of your mother” She kissed him on the head and laid him down before moving into her room. The fool on the couch stirred and rolled over.
Anger boiled in Quincey's heart, For all his father's failings, he had always seen that his mother was treated well, even though he had taken to whores beds rather than hers. The baby looked at Quincey once more, his eyes caught Quincey by his unbeaten heart. Their It was now clear what he must do the knife needed all their blood, all of it, He traced the skin of the child with the tip of his knife, The eyes that watched him, Quincy, stared back poised to kill the child.
“No," he spoke softly
“Is someone their” her voice called out and came into the room. She carried with her a gun this whore would fight to defend this child she was worthy for the new