Shattering Humanity-Chapter 88: ’Tear It Out, And Throw It Away...’

["The Nephilim were on the Earth in those days, and also afterward..."]

{More than two and a half decades before Leviathan’s Invasion}

In the cold city streets, snow is lightly falling on the quiet night.

A little boy, no older than 10 years old, with two red eyes, is sitting outside of a public bathroom. He is shivering with just a dirty torn sweater and cargo shorts.

The disturbing muffled sad moans of a woman and the voice of an aggressive man can be heard from inside.

Man: "Yea, you fuckin whore, take it. Fifty bucks is all it takes, you homeless slut, and you have your kid outside? Bitches with no self respect like you are just holes. Ohh, that’s it now lick my-"

The little boy covers his ears and is tearing up, he walks away until he can’t hear the muffled sounds.

He looks up at the dark sky, snow falling on his face.

Boy: "I wonder who’s up there making snow, and so much of it too. They must have all the time in the universe to do nothing but make snow."

The little boy stops looking up and then thinks, looking at the ground with a light coating of snow.

Boy: "Or maybe they only know how to make snow and they don’t have much time left to share their creation with the world."

Behind him the door to the public bathroom opens and the man inside steps out untucking his shirt from within his pants and tosses money inside.

Man: "Whoops, I only walked out the house with 30 bucks. You were nothing special anyway, 30 dollars is what you’re actually worth, be lucky you got that much, whore."

The woman comes out of the bathroom, her hair a mess and tears in her red eyes. She grabs his arm to stop him.

Woman: "No, you can’t-"

The man backhands her and the woman falls back.

Man: "Don’t touch me, you filthy skank."

The young boy runs to her defense.

Child: "Don’t hit my mother!"

As the boy goes to punch the man, he gets kicked in the ribs and falls, clutching his ribs. The wind knocked out of him and he’s gasping for air on the ground.

Woman: "Nephilim!"

Red and blue lights are flashing and the man runs. Two police officers walk up to the woman and her injured son, still struggling for a full breath of air.

One of the cops is an older and overweight veteran cop.

The other, a younger, slimmer rookie.

The cops both flash their lights on the mother and son with matching red eyes.

Fat Cop: "Well, speak of the wife of the devil. This is the one I was telling you about, deputy. Come on, slut, I’m first. You’re lucky it’s only two of us today."

He grabs the mother by her wrist and drags her into the same public family bathroom she had just exited. The younger cop looks down at the sad, injured, homeless little boy. He smirks and without hesitation, he kicks the child on the ground. Nephilim lets out a high pitched groan from getting the wind knocked out a second time.

Young Cop: "You can thank your ’Devil Father’ for that one, kid. It was a present from my now dead father. If you ask everyone in this city, his death penalty, wasn’t enough of a punishment. I hope he’s watching from Hell. As my Captain fucks his crying wife and I kick his weak son."

Nephilim is whimpering on the ground in the fetal position as the cop steps on his head. His mother’s crying moans and the disgraceful officer can be heard from inside. Now the child is being forced to listen.

Fat Officer: "Ah Yeaaa, take it. Here it comes bitch. This is for all those people. Your. Husband. Kiiiiiiillllllled!"

The child opens his teary red eyes, the snow stopping and the bright full moon peaking through the clouds. The foot still on his face but stares at the bright beautiful moon, as if nothing within the past hour ever happened.

The younger cop gets irritated and raises his foot above the uninterested and injured kid.

Before he can bring the boot down on the child’s face, the bathroom doors open and the fat officer stumbles out, wiping his pants off, the stain still noticeable.

Fat Officer: "Since I only got a week left on duty, I gotta except as many of these freebies as possible. Alright your turn. Ah, I see you’ve already taken a shot on our ’Spawn of Satan’ here. Let’s trade off. My wife has been pissing me off lately with plans, and since I can’t beat her, you’ll have to do."

Under the bright beautiful moon, on a cold, late winter night, the sounds of a young child getting beaten, and his poor mother being taken advantage of can be heard, echoing into the sky.

Underneath the corner of a highway overpass, a badly beat up Nephilim, his left eye swollen shut and his violated mother, sit in the safety of the darkness. Hidden from anyone trying to hurt them.

Nephilim speaks very softly and weakly, in pain.

Nephilim: "Mommy, why do those guys get to do that stuff to us?"

MaMa Neph: "Because we’re weak, Nephilim. We can’t fight back and if we do, we’ll be dead. I go into the bathroom with those men and let them mistreat me because I’m not strong enough to protect you, myself. If I refuse, they’ll hurt you."

Nephilim: "But they still hurt me."

MaMa Neph: "I know honey, I’m sorry. I’m a horrible mother, no matter how much I sacrifice, I can never be as good a parent as your father."

The curled up woman, silently weeps into her knees. Nephilim doesn’t get why his mother talks differently about his father than the cops who abuse him.

Nephilim: "Are you saying, MaMa, if I get stronger than those men, we wouldn’t get hurt anymore?"

MaMa Neph: "No matter how strong you get, there will always be someone stronger and more powerful or with more bodies to throw at you. The more power a man has, the easier it is for him to get away with his sins."

Nephilim looks defeated by his mother’s declaration of surrendering and acceptance to being the target of humanity’s evil.

MaMa Neph: "But, there are ’10 Rules’ all strong men must remember, to never let that power corrupt him. Do you want to hear them, Nephilim, dear?"

Nephilim snuggles up to his mother while she tells him the "secret rules".

MaMa Neph: "Rule 1. Nobody comes before yourself. You are the only ’you’ in existence and nobody else controls your life decisions.

Rule 2. Do not allow someone to believe their life and happiness is more important than yours.

Rule 3. Do not take life for granted, make a name for yourself that leaves a legacy for others to honor and attempt to better it."

From the underpass, Nephilim looks up at the moon peeking through the clouds as his mother continues.

MaMa Neph: "Rule 4. Remember to always have a day off once in a while, not just for yourself, but for those who love you.

Rule 5. Make me and your father proud. No matter what those people say about us, remember you ARE your parents, but at the same time you’re your own person. Your life, is MY ’hope’ that you can accomplish ’something’ in existence.

Rule 6. Humans don’t hurt other humans, they especially, never kill another human. Easy right?"

Nephilim thinks about it for a second then nods.

Nephilim: "I think I got it Mommy, humans shouldn’t hurt each other. It makes sense."

The mother smiles and finishes the list.

MaMa Neph: "Rule 7. If you ever fall in love, don’t break her heart. Be the best person you can, around women, my son. Rule 5 will be broken as well, if you purposely hurt a girl who fell in love with you.

Rule 8. Don’t steal from others. Even if nobody suffers from one act of petty theft, the next time may not be the same case.

Rule 9. Don’t be a liar and don’t be a tattle-tale, nobody likes either. Mind your business and be honest when it’s needed.

Finally, Rule 10. Don’t let someone else’s lifestyle convince you that the same lifestyle is the best for YOU. Jealousy and greed are reasons wars happen. Did you get all of that, Honey?"

There is no answer and she looks down at a sleeping, beaten, 10 year old. She smiles and leans her head on his.

MaMa Neph: "Good night, my ’little giant’."

The next night, outside of the same public bathroom, Nephilim with his left eye still shut and bruised, with his mother, is sitting on the concrete sidewalk. Their breath is seen with every exhale and Nephilim’s mother sees an approaching vehicle and gets disappointed.

MaMa Neph: "God damn it. I need money, not these guys."

A cop car pulls up and the fat cop exits by himself this time.

Fat Cop: "Ok bitch, get in there."

Nephilim’s skinny mother gets up and sheepishly looks at the officer.

MaMa Neph: "Do you think, maybe, you can give me twenty dollars, or anything, please. My son needs to e-,AHHA!!"

Before she can finish the sentence the cop back hands her. Nephilim stays silent, gritting his teeth. Then the officer grabs Nephilim by the back of the sweater and the kid is unfazed.

Fat Cop: "That’s against the law, are you trying to solicit yourself to a cop for money? Because that’s a prison sentence waiting to happen, and where would your little boy here go if you went to jail?"

The cop tosses the child to the ground and grabs the mother by the throat.

Fat Cop: "Now get your useless holes in there!"

He’s choking her into the bathroom but then, from behind the officer, the child calls out to him.

Nephilim: "Hey Fatass, I don’t care about being a ’good little boy’ anymore, if you’re hurting me and my Mommy...."

The cop turns around to see the 10 year old child with only his right eye open and left swollen shut, with a gun pointed at him.

Nephilim: "...and the only other option is to be the ’bad boy’, to make sure my Mommy doesn’t get hurt, then that’s what I’ll be."

The officer lets go of the woman as he reaches down for his gun, but realizes the firearm Nephilim has, is HIS firearm. When the cop had grabbed Nephilim, he used his pickpocket skills to swipe the glock off the irresponsible cop.

He tries running to his car but Nephilim fires the first shot. It hits the cop in the leg and he shrieks in pain, falling to the ground. He radios in to dispatch from his body radio, while crawling to his car.

Fat Cop: "Officer down! Officer down! I’m at th-"

The ten year old kicks the older man in the mouth, his dentures fly out and blood covers the face of the old and probably close to retired cop. The man is now cowering to the child, his blood on the pavement.

MaMa Neph: "Nephilim, NO!"

He puts the barrel into the fat cops mouth. The man is whimpering and only able to breath through his broken nose with pitiful wheezes.

Nephilim: "A message to the man who has done unspeakable things to my mother and spoke ill of my father, claiming he’s in Hell. Well, if he is there, I hope this isn’t your only humbling repentance and he gets to beat your ass for eternity there too."

Fat Cop: "Pleeshh dowwn’t, I’mmm shho-"

*BANG* *BANG*...*BANG BANG*...*BANG*

["If your right eye causes you to sin, tear it out, and throw it away." Matthew 5:29]