A TOKEN OF HIS AFFECTION
By Melissa L. Webb
The creature silently passed through the hole in the fence making its way towards the farmhouse. Darkness surrounded it, coating it in a second skin. It had a message to deliver and its master would help it as much as he could.
Avoiding the moonlight, it moved across the yard and up onto the back porch. Its nose twitched in the air as it checked to see if he was inside. The boy was indeed. It could sense each beat of his heart as if he was standing right there.
Following the porch around the side of the house, it searched for a suitable crack. It found a broken window hidden beyond a tree at the end of the house. The hole was tiny, but just perfect for it to gain entrance. Scurrying up the wall it slipped in, thinning like the darkness around it.
Emerging into the house, it twitched its nose again. Reaching out with its senses, it checked to see if anyone else in the home was up. It grunted softly in delight. The only soul still awake was the one he was about to corrupt. There would be no interference tonight.
It moved quickly, its furry brown paws moving in a blur. Reaching the boy’s room, it pushed its weight against the door, opening it wider.
“Mom?” the boy called, his voice sounded timid in the stillness around them.
The creature moved forward, jumping up on the end of the bed.
The boy squeaked and reached out for the lamp next to him. “Who’s there?”
It’s okay, Ralphie. I’m a friend.”
The boy switched the lamp on, bathing the room in light, gasping at the sight before him.
The creature stood on the end of the bed on all fours, its heavy brown fur matted and dirty. Its face was a different story. Completely devoid of any fur, smooth pink flesh held two eyes, a nose and a mouth. This wasn’t a face anyone would expect on a raccoon-like creature. It was a human face.
The boy sucked in air to scream but no sound came out. All he could do was stare in terror at the unnatural thing in his bed.
“Don’t be frightened,” the thing cooed in a voice like glass stuck in a garbage disposal. “I’m here to help you.”
The boy sat there, mesmerized by its words. He knew he should run to his parents, he wanted to, but he couldn’t make himself move. “Help me how?” he managed to whisper.
“You are a special boy. You will grow up to be one of His. I’m here to get you started.”
The boy stared in silence. He couldn’t believe what he was witnessing.
The creature moved closer, light reflecting brightly in its milky eyes. “You will be a shining example of chaos. Destruction will reign down where you walk,” it whispered. “You will spread sadness throughout this land.”
“But…” the boy whispered back. “How do you know this?”
“I have seen your soul,” it hissed, coming to stand right before him. “It is as black as the God who chose you.”
The boy looked down at his new furry friend. It was starting to all make sense now. He knew he wasn’t like other kids. The things he did while no one was looking, they were just who he was.
Raising a paw, the creature placed it against the boy’s hand. “I am a Token and I deliver this message from the Old One who claims you.”
The boy felt a surge of power course through him. Traveling up his arm, it seemed to engulf his very core.
“Be who you were meant to be,” the Token spoke. “Live in his name.”
The boy felt himself nod as the creature pulled away from him. “I will,” he replied huskily, as if all the moisture had been drained from his mouth. “I’ll follow my true nature for you.” His mouth slowly turned up in a twisted grin. “And for my new Lord. May the world suffer in His name.”
The creature turned and jumped down from the bed, leaving the boy to his dark thoughts. Running quickly through the house, it slipped back outside as quiet as the night around him. It had more work to do for his master, more people to anoint. It grinned as it went, exposing rows of needle-sharp teeth. How it loved delivering messages.
© 2011 Melissa L. Webb
If you would like to know more about Tokens and the master they serve; check out Weaver of Darkness.