He couldn't move.
He couldn't scream.
He stared into the lifeless eyes of his mother as she stood there in front of him. Time froze for what seemed like eons. Cody was completely horrified.
His mother's mouth hung open, blood stains giving evidence of internal bleeding, exiting through the mouth. Her pupils were black as night, and they held no emotion whatsoever, and her skin was pale, as if she had been sick for years.
This was not his mother. Not anymore. She was gone, and yet here she stood.
Time ran once more, and Cody realized that his mother was coming towards him, arms reaching out, snarling and growling like some kind of fierce animal. He fell backwards, and pushed himself away, sweating hard, and heart beating fast. She wasn't fast, but he wasn't either as long as he was on the floor. He pushed himself hard and quickly stood, but he banged his head on his brothers bunk bed. He was momentarily stunned, and he lost his balance. He caught himself before his face hit the floor, turning to face his mother as quickly as he could. That was when he realized he still held the machete. No, I can't do it... how could I? She's my mother! She got closer to him, as he pushed himself backwards one more. She's not my mother... not anymore, and whatever she is now, is trying to kill me. He stood once more. He had never killed a person, let alone an animal. This was frightening.
"Oh God... what do I do!?"
Cody felt a peace come upon him as he held the machete. This was the right thing to do.
He stood his ground, his mother five feet away from him. He held the machete in position.
Four feet.
Three feet.
Two feet.
She was in range. A tear fell from Cody's eye, and he swung the machete.
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