24 hours before the brown out.  “GUS! GET IN HERE QUICK!”, a diresome shriek echoed throughout the house. Gus still freshly back from his bus route and tired from his shift slowly got out of his recliner.  “I mean, what could Darla be yelling about?” His wife was always the panicked type. And well, Gus was kind of a slob. Overweight, wearing his mustard stained work shirt still.  As he rose he looked around the room, the pictures of his family hanging on the wall. His boy Ellys’s trophies sitting on the fireplace mantle. Glinting a new. Ellys cleaned his trophies every day with pride.

    Gus walked up the stairs, his wife yelling more and more panicked with each passing step, and every breath.  As he reached the top of the stairs he looked for her, panning his head from the left to the right, his bedroom, the entrance to the bathroom, Ellys’s room, and Ellys, convulsing on the ground, white foam pouring from his mouth.  Gus was no longer unmotivated as he rushed to the aid of his wife Darla and their son Ellys. His body was cold, to the touch, Gus couldn’t feel any heat on his body at all. And a distant look in his son’s eyes were one he had never seen before.  Quickly he reached for his cell phone and called 911.

    “This is 911 dispatch what is your emergency”

        “It’s my son!  He’s pale, foaming at the mouth, and freezing cold to the touch”

    “Sir, please don’t panic, give us your address and we will dispatch immediately.”

        “Yeah, its 33 Haven Street, just east of Perth Avenue, please help!”

    “Sir, the ambulance has been dispatched, can you please tell me any other symptoms?”

        “Yeah, his eyes are glazed over and he isn’t responding”

        “Oh my god, he’s bleeding from his ears now, please god help.  HELP!!”

    “Sir the ambulance is on route, try and stay calm.”

    The ambulance arrived 7 heart stopping minutes later, Gus shaking himself with fear, his son, his one and only son, the reason he got up every day.  Unlike his wife, his cheating wife. He lacked care for her anymore, the only feelings he felt were shame, shame that he was with her. Shame that he couldn’t bring himself to divorce her.  Shame that she chose to humiliate him, and all he could do, was suffer her mistake. His son was the only reason he let himself live. And now fear of losing his son, gripped his every fiber of his being.  “What happened. What happened”, Gus muttered. “What Happened to my son! What did you do to him you bitch!”, he yelled at Darla.

    “I didn’t do anything you bastard!”

        “Oh yeah!  Then why is our son in the ambulance?”

    “I don’t know what happened to him, one minute he was fine, the next, shaking!”

        “I don’t believe you, if you did something, I will….  I will….”

    Tears pouring from his eyes he climbed into the back of the ambulance and closed to doors before Darla could climb in.  “Stupid bitch.”, he spoke softly as he brushed his sons soft hair with his hand. “It’ll be Okay Ellys. It’ll be okay.”.  The ambulance drove quickly and on its way to the General Hospital, passing Jareds Gas and Go, Gus couldn’t help think about his bus route, and how he couldn’t afford to miss a day, and how he couldn’t let down his passengers.  The people who he grew to know as his ‘morning’ family. Jack and the rest who seemed to genuinely care for him. It was a glib way to look at his life, but outside of his son, his job was all he had in the world.

    “Is he going to be okay?  Is my boy going to live?”, he asked the EMT.

        “I don’t know sir, but we will do our best!”, he replied, monitoring Elly’s Vitals.

    “Thank you, I.. I just don’t know what I would do without him.”, Gus responded slowly.

    The rest of the ride to the hospital was uneventful, Ellys’s vitals were low, but okay.  He stopped foaming at the mouth but the look in his eyes, they remained distant and wrong.  The blood from his ears long since crusted and turned a putrid black colour. This was not right, there was something definitely not right.  The EMT’s transferred Ellys from the gurney to the hospital bed and rushed him through the ER where doctors were already waiting to inspect the boy, it had been a quiet night.  Very few had visited the ER that night.

    “Hi my name is Dr. O’Reilly, I’m going to look over your boy.”

        “I’m Gus.. His dad, is he going to be okay?”

    “I don’t know yet, but we will find out.”

    Silence ensued while Dr O’Reilly looked in his eyes with a flashlight.

    “We have to move this boy now”, he said abruptly.

        “Whats going on?”

    “Something is drastically wrong, the blood in his eyes are coagulated.”

        “What does that mean?”

    “I don’t know, I have never seen anything like this, we need to investig…”

    He stopped as Ellys clamped his teeth down on his arms, blood pouring out of the doctor’s arm and all over Ellys’s face as Ellys ripped and tore at his fleshy arm.  A sadistic look befell the face of Ellys and a horrific screech screeched out as the doctor screamed in agony.

    “My Arm… My Arm!  He bit me! NURSE!”

        “Oh my god!  Ellys what did you do?”

            “RRRRRAAWWWLL”

    “Ellys, whats wrong?  Tell daddy!”

“NURSE!!!”

        “RRRRRAAWWWLL”

“NURSE!!!”

As nurses rushed into the room they attempted to restrain Ellys to the bed.  His flesh tone pale with dark patches, his veins distended from the skin and black, and the screams, the horrific screams Ellys bellowed, none alive had ever made before.  Once he was secured to the bed, the nurses quickly tended to the doctor’s arm, which was gaping wide open, flesh ripped away muscle torn, and pouring blood over the floor. The doctor, face sunken from lost of blood, collapsed.

The nurses rushed to put the doctor in his own bed, and without hesitation another doctor was there patching up the wound.  But the damage was already too far gone. Within moments, the doctor’s eyes fell dark from blood loss. Soon after his body turned cold, and then started to convulse as putrid black bile poured from his mouth.  Then still, no more movement, no more sound.

“Oh my god.. Oh my god, Ellys, what did you do?  You killed him.”, cried Gus.

    “Sir, you should leave, we need to get your son secured.”

“What do you mean secured?”, Gus responded angrily.

        “RRRRRAAWWWLL”

    “He is a danger to himself, and others, did you see what he just did?”

“Yeah I saw it, I. I am terrified.”

    “Just go, leave and let us do our work.”

    Gus looked over his son one last time, afraid to get near him as his Mouth was still full of the flesh of Dr O’Reilly, and the look, the horrific look, no words could describe it, nor the fear Gus felt for his one and only son.  Getting as close as fear would allow him, he whispered, “Son, if you can hear me, it’s daddy, I love you, please, come back to us. Don’t let whatever this is win. Don’t let it take you. I will be back after work. I’m sorry I have to go, We cannot afford the medical bills from this, I don’t know what I am going to do.  But we will make it through. We will make it… Daddy promises.” With one final look at his son, Gus winced and walked away, the hurt in his heart over having to leave his son there, nearly unbearable.

    Gus slowly walked outside, and waited at the bus stop for the bus to arrive, he knew he was only going to have a short while before work.  With a quick look at the sky, he knew he was going to head straight to work, as the morning light began shining through the tall buildings. “How will I make it through this day.  How will I forget what I saw. How… How can I make it through this day knowing what I know..” he thought to himself. “Killed. He killed him. One bite. He tore so much flesh. My god the blood, the flesh torn.  That scream.”