The Cipher: Locks and Keys

Lockey's eyes glazed over, his mind drifting back through the fog of time. Images flickered, a disjointed montage of his childhood, as he continues to share more glimpse into his past.

One fateful evening, a sober air settled over the house as Lockey's father, Llyod, brought home a mysterious guest.

The doorbell rang, and Lloyd moved to open the door. "Hello there, Mr. Lloyd," the woman greeted, her white coat hinting at a medical profession "Hello Mrs Katherina", Llyod Greeted back.

From the hushed whispers and furtive glances exchanged between his parents and the stranger, Lockey knew something was amiss. An unsettling feeling churned in the pit of his stomach, his fury mounting with each muffled word.

Overhearing the conversation between his parents and the doctor made Lockey furious.

"An we have a deal", Llyod said with a justification on his face.

Luck comes in and ask "what is happening here mom, dad who is this woman" His mum replies with a smile "Oh it's nothing, The doctor here would examine you that's all"

Disgust twisted Lockey's features as he turned his back on them, retreating to his room. "I always knew they were never good parents," he seethed, his eyes burning with a fiery rage. "How could they do such a thing?"

His anger reached a fever pitch, his vision tinged with red as he struggled to control the storm brewing inside him.

That night, a darkness settled within Lockey's heart, and he resolved to put an end to it all, the suffering and lies. As he steeled himself, a key materialized in his hand, transforming into a blade— a close inspection, it reminder him of the kid life he'd taken.

The door creaked open, Lockey moving closer as thunder sounded. His eyes looking like one who thirst to see his enemies falling at his feet has he moved closer.

Lockey's mother stirred, her eyes widening in terror as the cold metal pressed against her throat. With a single, swift motion, he silenced her forever.

Lloyd's eyes darted to the gruesome scene—his wife's lifeless body and Lockey, standing above her, hands stained with blood.

"What have you done, you wretched child?" Lloyd cried, his voice trembling with fear as beads of sweat dripped down his face.

Lockey stepped closer, his icy gaze fixed on his father. "Don't come near me," Lloyd begged, his voice shaking with terror. "Stay away from me, you son of the devil!"

Lockey remained unmoved by his father's pleas for mercy. "I'm used to it," he whispered coldly, his words laced with venom as he leaned closer to Lloyd's ear. "Those words are what I hear every day. Maybe I won't hear them anymore if I silence you, too."

The chilling sound of the knife slicing through the air punctuated Lockey's words In the doorway, Lockey's brother bore witness to the carnage, horror etched upon his face. "Why?" he choked out through sobs, his gaze locked on Lockey's dispassionate figure. But Lockey offered no response, the weight of his actions settling like a heavy cloak upon his shoulders.

Lockey covered in the blood of his parent looked to the doorway to see his younger brother standing.

Lockey's brother bore witness to the carnage, horror etched upon his face. "Why?" he choked out through sobs, his gaze locked on Lockey's dispassionate figure. But Lockey offered no response, the weight of his actions settling like a heavy cloak upon his shoulders.

The sound of approaching sirens pierced the night, drowning out any response Lockey might have offered. The harsh red and blue lights danced across the walls as the police arrived, responding to the panicked call of a concerned neighbour.

Lockey made no attempt to resist as the officers took in the gruesome scene, their faces twisted in shock and horror. "Hands in the air!" one of them shouted, his voice trembling at the sight of the scene wondering if a kid could actually do this.

As the cold metal of handcuffs clicked around his wrists, Lockey's brother watched in silence, tears still streaming down his face.

Their paths would cross again, but for now, the events of that fateful night hung heavy in the air, a reminder of the darkness that had once consumed them.