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?’
