Bruce followed his eldest son out the hospital wing, he who had looked after him for so long in his old age. The tears streaming down his son Donald’s face, he was anguished and torn apart by the grief.
If Bruce could tell him he would tell him to “man up” or “stop being such a wally”.
Suddenly without warning Donald looked to his right where Bruce stood and held his are out. Bruce put his hand over his sons and suddenly Donald’s body was glistening and sparkling.
Donald never noticed or showed surprise at this so Bruce assumed it was just for his eyes. His son let out a little snicker.
“Don’t be a wally” he said aloud sobbing and smiling through the anguish. Bruce smiled and let out a little giggle, he knew his son would be OK.
His son slumped to the ground and kept crying, his hand over his head as if to hold the grief up that dragged his head down.
He could hear voices far away, children’s voices asking “Where’s Grumpy Granda?”. The voices he knew were Donald’s two small children, he would miss them alot. They had his cheeky ways and a good sense of humor.
A little hand touched Bruce’s, right next to Donald’s slumped body was a little girl no less than eight years old.
“My daddy misses me very much!” she said putting her arms around Donald. “If only he knew how lovely and pretty it is! I miss him and my mummy too, they will have fun with me when they get here”.
Bruce was in shock at the little girl, her hair in curls and little bows going up and down in plaits. Her blue dress immaculate complete with pure white socks and little shiny blue shoes.
“Maria?’ Bruce asked.
“Yes I’m Maria, at least I think so. I’m waiting for my daddy so I can get my new name” the little girl giggled and smiled. She twirled like a ballerina, full of fun.
Bruce thought of this little girl, 8 years ago Donalds wife Sarah had a baby. The baby was delivered but was still born, her name was Maria. The same little girl he was speaking to right now.
The little girl looked at her daddy, her smile evaporated and became thoughtful. She looked at him and then to Bruce.
“He misses us lots and lots grandpa” she looked a little sad “he doesn’t know how happy we all will be!” her sweet voice stated. the smile was back and she twirled and giggled.
Bruce could not help but wrap his arms around the little girl and hugged with all his might. how precious and beautiful she was, with tears in his eyes he smiled. he was coming to terms with his new life.
“I wouldn’t be too happy if I we’re you!” snarled a voice, Bruce stood up and put Maria behind him. he saw a black cloud just near the far wall where the room Bruce died.
Snarling like a dog emitted from this cloud. Maria came out from behind Bruce’s back.
“It’s the bad people grandpa. don’t worry, you are safe” her voice confident.
A long arm came out of the cloud with sharp talons and spikes that looked like hair. it laughed maniacally and cursed obscenities.
Donald shook from his sobbing and stopped concentrating, the creature whispered negative things and Bruce saw that Donald was agreeing as if they were his own thoughts.
He started hitting himself in despair, the creature laughed as it’s arm came ever closer to Donald. it’s full body was emerging from the black cloud, Bruce saw horns and gnashing teeth. Red eyes glowed with hatred and malice. Bruce went forwards, he instinctively had to protect his son.
As Bruce walked forward the dark cloud shuddered, the demon fixed it’s eyes on him. it started to swipe at him but could not touch Bruce, it seemed he was protected. it spat at him many times and cursed obscenities once again.
The cloud was getting smaller and Donald had stopped hitting and believing the demons lies. the demon roared one final time and was gone as soon as Bruce got to it.
“You’re brave grandpa! I love you!” Maria yelled excitedly.
“Thank you Maria, I love you too!” he ran to her and picked her up, the twirled around and around the hospital wing. Her dad unknowingly saved from the forces of evil.
Maria left him a few hours later to go explore the world. Bruce wanted to see the other family members, he dreaded if another demon appeared.