Emma Goodwitt’s Casual Note: The Pathetic Childhood of Ian Blake (Part 1)
Author’s warning! this passage contains bloody and mentally disturbing plots. Think twice before you read. Every setting that seems problematic has a reason related to the main storyline. Grammatical mistakes may appear for reasons. Informal modal particles and punctuation are used in dialogues.
An anonymous note, written in the third person, was found in the 1980 Blake family file inside the Maghuting Police Force Headquarters. The handwriting was kind of messy cursive. The following shows the original content of the note:
In the early morning of 31st October, a young couple named Blake, living in a rural laboratory, were carrying out medical tests. Their nine-year-old eldest son, Ian Blake, had just left the bathroom when coming across the main laboratory. He heard someone speaking inside. Ian stopped outside the laboratory and was curious why his parents were up so early. Every day, they’d been working until midnight since they started that project. How can they survive long periods without getting any sleep? And actually, what are they up to? He really hoped that he could get into the lab one day.
Curiously Ian stuck his ear on the paper birch door of the laboratory and tried to listen to the dialogue between his parents. A while later, his mother’s voice was heard first, ‘Humph, when is this experiment going to end, sweetheart? I’ve been standing for like three hours. I cannot feel my legs anymore.’ Then his father replied, ‘Me too. But as chief operators, keeping an eye on the experiment process is our mission and responsibility. We must persevere! Hmm…C’me here, Diana.’ This is the first time Ian had heard his parents speaking this gently since he could remember. He felt like there was something intriguing going on behind the doors thus, he continued listening.
‘Aw~ you pervert! Wait!’
‘Didn’t you just say that you couldn’t feel your legs? Then how can you finish the experiment well when you are running out of stamina? You see, I’m helping you with it… ha!’ ‘Not before the experiment is over. We’re still gonna observe the chemical change!’
‘You’re kinda right…I will save some potential energy for you then…’
‘Ah, watch out for the foetus inside me… aw… gentler…’ The dialogue had come to an end. It was followed by discrete sounds of kissing.
Hearing the noise produced by his parents, Ian seemed to be struck mentally. He whispered to himself, ‘Better to be neglected.’ And he headed to the bathroom through the pitch dark corridor.
After he dealt with this physiological trauma, he turned back to his room to continue with his sleep. Just then, the air unexpectedly turned cold. He wondered, rubbing his hands, trying to produce heat, ‘Oooh… why is it getting so cold all of a sudden? Never mind, never mind, just pop back to my room ASAP.’
Just as Ian sped up in the dark, he suddenly sensed himself hitting something with his head. He reckoned it was a wall, so he stepped back and turned ninety degrees to the right in order to keep walking. He couldn’t imagine that he would run into another obstacle—now this is the true wall. Then what was the first thing that he hit? He turned around and found a small box of matches inside his pants. One was taken out, ignited, and held in front of his eyes…
With a quanta of blaze in the dark, an oddly enormous figure facing him came into his sight. That figure seemed to carry a massive grudge and shouted to Ian, ‘GIVE IT BACK! GIVE IT BACK! GIVE—IT—BACK—TO—ME!’
‘AH—’ Ian felt like his heart was about to stop but he soon realized that he should not make disturbing noises in the middle of the night. Therefore, he covered his mouth with the other hand immediately before he was about to lose control of his mouth. Right after that, he constrained his fear which was almost at bursting point and anxiously asked that figure with his eyes shut, ‘Wh— Wh—Who on the world are you? I—I don’t think I can recognize y—you and… I didn’t ow—owe you anything.’ That figure sneered, ‘Ha, look what your bloody parents have done. Once, my lovely daughter, my clever husband, we all lived peacefully together as normal human beings. Now you tell me, why were they sacrificed for the experiments of your cruel parents, even though there is no rivalry relationship between our two families? Huh?’
‘Y—you can still talk to me ca—calmly… right,’ Ian answered acting chilled. The match turned into a coal-black stick as several seconds passed. The moment it went out that huge figure was once again out of his field of view, leaving only a woman’s high-pitched voice producing anxiety that he had never experienced, ‘Alright, now there are two options left for you. Either you return both my daughter’s and my husband’s lives, or you find me something that has the same value as their lives. However, if you can’t give me either one…’
The voice paused for a short period, then was released all at once, ‘Your soul will become my sacrifice!’ The moment the sentence was finished, Ian could sense a breath filled with strong hostility coming towards him. Without further consideration, he dashed the opposite way from the original direction he was facing. In such an interval, he didn’t even care whether he was going to hit anything in his way. The only hope was that he could get rid of every obstacle, turn on any light switch in this house, or find another light source…
As he continued to run, his angst got extremely intense making sure not to make any noises. He meditated in his mind that the existence of that trembling being could be erased from this universe. On the other hand, yet deep inside his heart, he faithfully wished he could help her to escape from her agony. Two contradictory thoughts caused a sticky situation, which he could not reach his greatest ability to run away though he badly hoped he could do so. At that moment several blinding light beams emerged without direct human factors.
In a split second, the entire corridor was lit up, except for the laboratory where the light beams were blocked by its door. All these light beams were engulfed by endless darkness a few seconds later. Ian was shocked by this scenery. After his anxiety was gone, he slowed down his pace and tried to find the light switch with his weak sense of direction.
So warm, so sacred.
‘Click.’ A sound made from the switch in the living room was followed by a current passed through the tungsten inside the light bulb. He turned his head around abruptly and saw a solid woman figure standing not further than three meters away from him on this right.
Ian was terrified by her again that he stepped a few steps back. Looking more closely and clearly, he saw a young woman with blond hair. The woman stared at him with a face full of grief, emitting only sadness that made a huge contrast against the past enmity. Ian separated his trembling lips again, asked, ‘Wh—what just happened? Who are you? Why are you in my home? And why don’t you… chase after me anymore?’ The woman said, ‘Do you want me to, then?’ Ian hadn’t get over from the horrifying experience, ‘N—no, thanks!’
The woman said to him, smiling, ‘Sorry about scaring you just then. And thank you for removing the jinx on me,’ she cleared her throat, started to explain, ‘This is a long story to tell. I’m afraid I could only tell you briefly. Oh, you should have acknowledged some of your family history, right?’ Ian nodded with hesitation. She continued, ‘But do you understand why your parents carry out experiments, and what kind of experiment they have been conducting? It seems like you are completely in the dark. Poor child.’
Her expression looked dignified so suddenly, ‘Five years ago, they signed a contract with a stranger. It was written that they would gain something called “happiness” if they agreed to conduct experiments of genetic modification using human bodies other than themselves. There was only one condition, which was the basic rights of life of some family members would be seized and forever irreversible. Under the situation which they knew their siblings had all agreed, they signed it as well. Since then, they’ve been abducting, kidnapping and forced-dissecting innocent residents who lived near. All of them were sacrificed for those experiments. Among my family, my daughter was the first to be abducted. Also, because of her disappearance that night, my husband decided to go outside and look for her himself. Ended up he was the second one who didn’t come back. During these three days of waiting, I had sent several messages to his phone. Still, he didn’t reply at all. I was really worried and couldn’t stand waiting at home alone anymore; thus, I went out to see whether anyone in the city had seen them. Humph, who knows I instantly felt pain right after I stepped out of my house without understanding why? It finally comes to my next, and last memory clip before I died—the creepy faces of your parents.’
Ian frowned while listening, then asked her again, shuddered as he thought this woman could give anyone goosebumps, ‘So are you not a true human indeed? How do you know this much?’ She replied, ‘This is not curious at all, alright? When your parents were dissecting my outer tissues layer by layer using scalpels, I found my will free to go. Therefore, I got out of my physical container and started to stay in the lab in order to observe what the hell they were up to. Oh, you might not know this. The labs in your home are full of wills of people who passed away. Haha, those sensual guys always love watching what your parents do over here. What’s even more marvellous, only free wills can see each other. Ordinary people can’t sense us at all, no matter in what way. Yet you seem… gifted at this? Anyway, I got on with them and learnt a bit about your family through lots of communication. Although they have already told me wills are hardly strong enough to be able to control objects in reality, so it is impossible for us to search for past data to investigate, I still held a strong belief that I wanted to find them. My mind lost control gradually due to my longing to meet them again. Since I failed to look for them in here, my thoughts were turning negative, and I started to reckon your parents had lost them. Apart from that, I tried to attack your parents several times but it was merely no use because of the weird force fields on them. The hatred which was built inside me over time was converted into a stronger will, and it took over my normal acts. So that is the reason you saw what I was.’
The woman sighed deeply after she finished talking. Then she confessed to Ian with her sorrowful expression again, ‘Okay, I admit that I desired to kill you, the supreme offspring of them. Yet I could never expect you actually had the ability to purify evil spirits though there are no eccentric force fields on you. I’m totally shocked. Well then, you don’t have to worry about me hurting anyone else from now on. I’ve already figured out why I can’t find them here—they have escaped when the front door was once opened and reached their own will abode in another dimension. All thanks to you. Could you open the skylight window for me, please?’
‘Is this serious… Miss blond hair, you must be kidding…’ It seemed like Ian wouldn’t like to accept what she told him at that moment. He ambulated back to his room with a mind half-filled with doubt after he closed the skylight window and turned off the light. On account of his unsuppressed curiosity, he tiptoed and tried to peep through the air vent on the paper birch door when he passed by the main laboratory on his way——there on the light brownish-red operating bed was a human corpse whose abdomen was cut opened, with Ian’s father pouring a bottle of liquid labelled ‘concentrated hydrochloric acid’ into it and Ian’s mother holding a scalpel, both standing aside. Bloodstains scattered over the white floor. At last, Ian, who had seen this scenery felt his mind collapse. Tears were dropping continuously down his chin. He murmured to himself once again, ‘Dad, mum, why… do you do this? What about the great studies you told me before? So that’s why you always go out… it all turned out to be lies…’
One thought on “Emma Goodwitt’s Casual Note: The Pathetic Childhood of Ian Blake (Part 1)”
“Curiosity” is really harmful to someone else, I think the parents of Ian should really stop their “CURIOSITY” and stop killing people. (sigh) Why are people on the earth so cruel and selfish? Anyway, I am looking forward for the next part XD.