
One day the fog was thinner than usual, like he was almost alive again, and as he groggily opened his eyes, he was surprised to see her standing there beside his bed.
“Good, you’re awake,” she said frankly. “How are you feeling?”
Before Jeremy could reply she continued. “I hope you’re up for a little excitement? Today is your birthday, after all, and I have something very special in store for you.”
She bent down and pulled Jeremy forward off of his pillow. “Let’s make you a little more comfortable, shall we?”
A cold shiver ran down Jeremy’s spine when she touched him, like the hand of Death itself was upon him. A second later, she ripped the pillow from behind his back and slammed him down hard on the bed. Everything went completely dark as she covered his face with the pillow.
As Jeremy struggled for his life under his mother’s force, the adrenaline pumping through his veins shook him out of his mental funk and brought him back to reality for the first time in a year. He kicked and flailed wildly with all of his might. But a young child, even when fighting for his life, is no match for a maniacal mother hell-bent on revenge, who is willing to do anything to exact that revenge, including killing her own son.
Then suddenly, the darkness was replaced by a brilliant white light, divine and serene, as Jeremy felt his last ounce of will draining away. He was ready to surrender completely. But just as he was about to push the last breath from his lungs, the pressure on the pillow suddenly withdrew, and he instinctively gasped life back into his body.
He threw the pillow from his face just in time to see his mother’s body picked up and slammed into the wall in front of him with a bone-crunching thud. A wail of pain and fear erupted from her as she slumped to the floor in a huddled mass. Her respite lasted only a second, however, for then she was yanked up a second time and sent flying across the room, this time crashing into the door, but instead of slumping to the floor after the impact she was reeled back to repeat this blow over and over again.
Even though Vizibir hadn’t been seen during the attack, there was no doubt he was behind it, and he wasn’t going to stop until she was dead. He raised her high in the air, her feet dangling a few feet off the ground, her eyes wide with shock and bleeding. She shook violently for a second as blood started to pour from her mouth, then she dropped to the floor like a broken rag doll. Her body twitched and shuddered for a few seconds before falling lifeless.