Victor F: Reanimator

(A Horrid Fan Fic of a Cherished Feature)

Written by: Janice Ghost Hunter

Chapter Fifteen:

Patricide

While they waited for Thalos to call Toshiaki's phone, the group sat in Toashiaki's living room talking about the plan they would have to execute once Nassor returned to his house and met with his father. They knew an altercation of some sort was going to break out at any time now. Elsa kept watch for any signs of a cop car going down the street. It could have been Nassor and Thalos's father heading home from work. No such vehicle had been spotted just yet. Victor could feel his hands turn cold in nervous anticipation. He wiped his hands on his pants and observed the barely visible beats of sweat return on his fingers and the palms of his hands. He wiped his hands again and leaned forward, looking at Elsa.

"Hey, I was just thinking… were the hell is Edgar?" Bob blurted out. Victor was a little surprised at his language.

The others looked around the room, realizing he was missing.

"Victor?" asked Elsa, turning her head to face him.

"Do you know where he is?" she added.

"I don't know. He's been acting real weird lately. He went out real late last night in the rain all by himself. I think he's upset about his Mother, but I'm not too sure anymore. Everything has become so bizarre since he got the news that she died," Victor answered, looking at each of their faces as he spoke.

"Well, he's a not oura prolem righta now. We can catch up to a him later," Toshiaki said as he leaned forward in his chair, lacing his fingers together while looking down at them. Victor just nodded. It was probably best to let Edgar have his space for now. It wouldn't do any good to try and locate him at this moment anyways.

It was a few hours before finally the phone rang. The sun had already set and yet another thunderstorm had begun to roll in. When it finally did everyone in the room fell dead silent. Toshiaki looked at the others as he answered the phone.

"Hel… hello?" Toshiaki's voice squeaked a little.

Those within earshot of the phone felt their blood run cold. They all could hear the panic and desperation of the boy on the other end of the line. Amid the screaming, sounds of a great and terrible struggle could be heard. Toshiaki was frozen in his place, holding onto the phone numbly to his ear.

"OH, HURRY PLEASE! HE'S KILLING HIM! HE'S KILLING HIM!"

And then the phone went dead. The phone slowly slipped from Toshiaki's grasp, hitting the floor with a thump. A split second later, everyone in the room bolted out of the front door and ran down the street towards Nassor's house.

It didn't take very long for them to reach their destination. As they crossed the lawn they could hear glass breaking and furniture scraping across the floor. 'Dear God, let Nassor be alright, let Nassor be alright, Victor chanted in his head.

It was Toshiaki who kicked in the door, allowing the kids entry into the house. They had not advanced past the main hallway into the living before they stopped abruptly in their tracks. Each had a direct view to the horror taking place before them.

Thalos was shivering beneath the remains of a table that has two of its legs broken. He was trying his best to make himself look as small as possible. He looked at them with tears pouring down his cheeks and his hands over his ears trying to keep himself from hearing the appalling sounds of a blunt object hitting flesh and bone.

As they surveyed the rest of the room their eyes fell upon the body of a fully uniformed police officer on the floor, his face completely unrecognizable amid the large amount of physical damage done to his skull. Glowering over the body was a tall lurching boy with jet black hair. One of the legs of the broken table was in his hands, caked with fragments of meat and hair. The boy continued to hit the man on the floor with hard steady blows despite the obvious fact that the man was completely immobilized.

The entire group witnessing the beating was frozen solid from shock. They all had come prepared expecting to be intervening on Nassor's behalf, but it was he who was the assailant. There was no doubt in any of their minds that the man on the floor was his father nor was there any doubt that the man was dead.

It was Victor who found the courage to step forward albeit with great apprehension. Perhaps Nassor was acting out only in self defense, he seasoned. As Victor stepped forth, Thalos made a dash toward the cluster of onlookers in the hallway and hid behind Toshiaki. The small boy held on tightly to the Asian boy's leg as he looked on in total fear at his brother.

"N... Nassor?" Victor said as he took yet another step forward. When Nassor heard Victor's voice his shoulders became tense as they twitched upward. He turned slowly to the sound he just heard.

The entire group went slack jawed as they looked upon Nassor's face. His skin had become even paler than before, looking ashen. His lips had turned a nauseating shade of blue. They noticed how his fingers were now completely black as he held on tightly to the leg of the broken table Thalos was hiding under. As Nassor's eyes gazed at their direction, he looked completely out of it as his eyelids hung half closed over his yellowing eyes. His pupils, which now had become an unnatural milky white color, did not appear to be looking directly at any one of them. As he turned his entire body to face his friends, Victor stood his ground though he found it impressively hard to do so.

"Nassor… what happened?" Victor asked as his lip quivered, becoming emotional over seeing his friend in such a state.

He looked on glassy eyed at them not saying a word. He began to take a few steps forward, causing Bob and Elsa to retreat backward in response. Thalos moved to stand next to Victor. Cowering before his older brother, Thalos's knees were shaking but he spoke very clearly.

"Nassor! Why are you doing this? You killed Dad!" Thalos managed to say while crying, his words choked with trepidation.

Nassor stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes opened wide as if he realized what he had just done. His white pupils studied the terrified face of his little brother. He then looked back at the body of his father, then down at the hand that was grasping the table leg. He dropped it and then examined his blackened fingers in horror.

"Nassor… what's happened to you?" Thalos's tone of voice was grave.

When Nassor looked back at his brother, his expression became very bleak and sorrowful. He raised his arm as if to ask Thalos to come to him. He moaned as his lips moved as if he were saying 'come here'. Thalos shook his head, hiding behind Victor. Victor then realized that the sound that had emanated from the tall boy had not come from his mouth, but a bit lower, around the area of his neck. When Thalos rejected Nassor's gesture, his eyes became down casted. As he focused on the floor, his eyebrows arched upward and he gradually dropped his arm down. A thick black fluid began to ooze from the edges of his eyes, streaming down his cheeks slowly like melting wax from a burning candle, falling onto the floor. He was crying black putrid tears. His shoulders lurched a second time as though he were sobbing. He looked at Thalos one more time while mouthing the words 'I'm sorry', another moan manifesting in his throat. He then unexpectedly turned and exited the room, disappearing quickly from view behind a wall.

"Nassor! Wait!" Thalos called out as he began to follow. Victor grabbed the small boy's arm and walked with him in Nassor's footsteps. Victor looked into every room they crossed, expecting an ambush. None came. The others followed suit, carefully walking around the bloodied dead man on the floor. They followed the trail of black greasy stains on the floor until they found Victor and Thalos.

Both boys where standing just outside the door leading to the backyard of the house. Looking around, they could not find Nassor.

"V… Victor… where… where is a Nassor?" Toshiaki whispered, looking around nervously, suspicious of every shadow his eyes fell upon.

"He… he's gone…" Victor said as he looked towards a wooden fence that separated Nassor's yard from an alleyway. It had a few fresh black splatters on it, evidence that Nassor scaled the fence and fled down the passage. Elsa turned to Victor.

"We have to call the cops, now!" she exclaimed, her hands were shaking.

"Yea… you're right. We have to. Thalos, where is your phone?" Victor said, turning to the small shuddering youth.

"It's… this… way," he pointed.

Thalos sobbed. The poor child looked on once more in the direction his brother must have taken. He wiped a few more tears from his eyes and turned to reenter the house. The others followed him inside.

Once back in the living room, Thalos picked up an old cord phone and began to dial the number that he knew would contact the New Holland police department. They all hoped that someone would answer quickly. New Holland was a small peaceful town and on weeknights such as tonight there would only be one officer on call serving as dispatch, patrol, and responder. As he dialed the numbers, Victor stood beside Elsa. When he saw her trembling hands he placed his hand on hers in an attempt to comfort her. When Thalos punched in the final digit, he handed the phone to Toshiaki. Toshiaki put the phone to his ear.

"It's a ringing," he said as he looked at his friends.

Everyone's hearts dropped when they could hear the sound of a cellular phone ringing from within the room. Each turned their heads slowly around, their fears were fully realized. To their horror, the dead man on the floor was the one who had duty that night. The children stared at the corpse, feeling the gigantic wave of despair wash upon them.

Victor looked at Thalos.

"D… do you have any other numbers for the other police you Dad worked with?" Victor asked, trying to grasp at any possible solution.

"No… I don't know their numbers," Thalos whimpered.

Victor looked about the room, breathing rapidly as he desperately tried to devise a plan. As he tried harder and harder to come up with a solution, his thoughts became garbled and unfocused. His confusion irritated him. He ran his fingers through his hair and grabbed his skull, closing his eyes shit tightly. A tear rolled down one of his cheeks.

"I think we have to finish this on our own, guys," Bob said, his face becoming grave at the realization there would be no help for them. Victor snapped his head to look at Elsa when an idea had surfaced in his mind.

"What if we told some adults about all this! They can help us!" Victor exclaimed as he blurted out the plan.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Victor. You remember a few weeks ago how everyone panicked with the whole pet incident. Nassor needs help. I think that he's either snapped from the pressure his Dad had him under or he has become very ill. Remember how they wanted to kill Sparky when he saved me from that damn cat? They would sooner burn him at the stake than help him!" Elsa explained. Victor had wished what he was saying was false, but he knew this to be all to true.

All of them looked down. They had run into a wall at every thought in their head. There would be no help. There would be no salvation. It was many minutes before anyone even moved. Thalos his behind Toshiaki again, peeking at the ruined remains of his father as he began to sob again.

"We will have to make a a good solid plan if this isa going to end well. Nassor is a sick" Toshiaki said with great uncertainty. It was as if he were trying to convince himself of Nassor's actions. Victor shuttered a little as the evidence started to pile up in his head about what might have happened. He felt sick. He very well could have been the source of all this madness.

"Yea… it would have to be," Bob added. They began to discuss what actions would have to be taken if they were to capture their friend without harming him.

Meanwhile, a bit further down the alleyway, Nassor had finally stopped running. The black fluid continued to flow forth from his eyes, taking different paths as they ran down to his chin. He sank down to his knees, unsure of what he was turning into. He clutched his fists tightly and slammed them down on the floor as hard as he could. He wept for a short time and then fell quiet. Lightning flashed in the sky above him.

Just behind him, Edgar approached. His face was sullen and he held a large knife in his hand. He cocked his head to the side as he looked at Nassor's still form.

"Come on Nassor, we have things to do," Edgar's voice echoed against the walls of the ally.

"There's a group of kids playing a few blocks down. It might be a small birthday party. The boy with the red hat is there and a few of his friends. I think we really should bring them balloons," he droned on, voice completely cold and unmoving.

Nassor turned to look back, his white pupil-ed eyes wanly made contact with Edgar's. After a moment of silence, Nassor stood up. A few drops of his black tears fell to the floor. Edgar turned around and began to walk towards an opening between a few houses that would lead to a street. The street led to a small strip mall where a party store was located. Nassor obediently followed behind him.