LTROI-Film

Eli . . .

Eelii . . .

Footsteps on the cold stone of the darkened hallway

Coming for me, coming in the whistling dark

Run and hide, hide where He won't find me My feet go pitter patter

The flames flutter in their iron flickering shadows they cast

Try one door then the next but they're all locked, pull and pull but they won't open

Growing louder getting closer I'm so afraid

(St. Michael the archangel defend us in battle . . .)

Chapter 15

11 AUGUST 1983 – 9:30 p.m.

Maria woke up in the dark, sticky-mouthed and a little cold. As she turned onto her side and pulled the blanket around herself, she felt the slight tug of the band-aid on her left arm, and recalled the events of the previous night. Oskar and Eli had drunk from her, and later had fallen asleep with her. She opened her eyes--where were they now? She was alone on her mattress, but--

. . . she was not alone. What was that sound?

THIS STORY IS NOT FOR GENERAL AUDIENCES. IT CONTAINS FOUL LANGUAGE, REFERENCES TO SEXUAL CONTACT WITH MINORS, AND VIOLENCE.

One possible Eli, still 12 (more or less) looking at monstrous 40something Oskar.

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::burp::

Man, that was good. Omigod that was reallyreallyreally REALLY good! The girl was still alive, and so BIG! I'm full! I won't even be able to eat again for at least a day!

I hate being small after waking up from a long sleep. I hate being weak and not able to do things for myself. It's really nice that Oskar brings food for me when I sleep like this.

No, that's not right. It's not nice. It's necessary. I've had problems when I slept like this before and didn't have anybody to look after me. BAD problems. People haven't changed one bit in all the time I've been alive, not really, it's just that when I was really a little boy, people believed in things like this a lot more easily. They can still believe easy enough. People who say I am so dangerous oughta try facing a mob with torches and pitchforks and hammers and screwdrivers! Get enough of them together in one spot, doesn't matter how strong or fast I am, or how good I am with my claws. I'd just be done.

Yvonne could only see Erik staring open mouthed out the doorway, from her seat on the couch, “Eric, what are you doing invite her in!”
Eric’s head suddenly cleared a little upon hearing Yvonne’s voice, “I’m sorry, how rude of me come in, come in.”
The woman smiled and stepped through the doorway, then sat on the opposite side of the couch as Yvonne. “Hello… Mrs. Eriksson I presume”

“Yes, who are you, and what is this about?” Yvonne said coldly. “I hope you haven’t lied to us and you really are a reporter. You look much too young to be a detective”

11 AUGUST 1983 – 8:13 p.m. Danderyd

The minister spoke the words to the steady beep of the cardiorespiratory monitor and poured the water onto the infant’s forehead. It trickled down his temple until it was caught on a folded pad of clean, white cloth. “I baptize you in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”

January 31, 1983- Gothenburg, Sweden

It had been almost four months since Oskar had first seen Eli on the jungle gym. A little over three months since they had fled Blackeberg together. Every night was as amazing as the last. They had enlisted the help of a homeless man in order to rent a small, one bedroom apartment, near downtown Gothenburg.