They would become his.
But this was unacceptable.
A screaming baby was not what he had bargained for. Maybe he should have left the child behind. He had thought about it, but he hadn’t been able to do it. He had been compelled to bring the infant along. It seemed important that the woman and her son both be here. He didn’t know why, but he trusted his instincts.
A shriek filled the room.
For a moment he thought it was the woman, but then he looked up.
“Wh-why is he doing that?”
“Doing what?” The woman sounded confused.
“H-he’s flying.” He swatted at the air as the flying baby zoomed right for his face. The infant was zigzagging across the room up near the ceiling. He backed away, but wherever he went the child followed. He dropped to his knees and cowered in the corner.
The baby must be evil.
He couldn’t think of any other explanation.
He had to put a stop to this.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and concentrated. In his mind, he imagined grabbing hold of the flying baby and throwing it back down onto the table.
Then slowly he cracked his eyes open.
And let out a huge sigh of relief.
It had worked. The baby was on the table again, still crying, but at least he was staying put.
“Please, let my son go,” the woman begged. “He’s just a baby, please don’t hurt him. He never did anything to you.Inever did anything to you. Why are you doing this to us? I just want to take Timmy home. Are you going to kill us?”
“Yes,” he answered, he saw no benefit in lying.
“Then please, just hurt me, let Timmy go. He’s just a baby, he can't identify you or testify against you. Just take him and drop him off at a hospital or a fire station or a church or any place where he’ll be safe.”
“I can't.”
“Why? Why can't you let him leave? Why do you want to kill a little, tiny, helpless baby? Just let him go, please. Please. Don’t hurt my son,” she screamed. She was sobbing now and attempting to claw her way out of the box.
Ignoring the thrashing woman—there was no chance she was getting out of that box so he didn’t have to worry about it—instead he went to the cupboard.
He might not know why the nursery rhymes were important to him, but as soon as he saw people in his mind, he knew they would become his victims and exactly what nursery rhyme fit them.
He had something special in mind for this woman.
Something he was very excited about.
In the cupboard he picked up a jar. He took a moment to stare at what was inside it.
It was perfect.
He walked back over to the box and looked down at the woman inside. She was pretty. She had an oval face with delicate features, large, long-lashed brown eyes, and wavy dark brown hair, he certainly found her attractive, but that didn’t sway his decision. Her baby was also a handsome-looking child, he had his mother’s long-lashed eyes, and his head was full of soft little waves.
A normal person wouldn’t even consider harming an infant, but he wasn't a normal person.
He unscrewed the lid, and the woman began to squirm and attempt to see what he was doing. “No. Stop. What are you doing? What is that?”
“It’s a little friend for you.” He held up the jar so she could see what was inside.