Responsibility . The state or fact of being accountable or to blame for something. For me responsibility is taking care of my younger brothers. But now it's to save my daughter.
My name is Ryan Porter. And as the first born son in my family I think its appropriate for me to clear things up...about everything.
Its quiet in this old house. An empty house full of memories. Just like home...the old one I mean. Mom and dad's home....or they're old home. It's sad to know they're gone. I mean everyone dies eventually so we all knew it was coming....but that doesn't change the fact that it's just too sad to see them go. Yeah...I saw them go.....I was there when it happened. The "heart attack". That's what the paramedics called it. Sure they went into cardiac arrest but that wasn't just a "heart attack". I saw what happened. I saw "it". That "Thing" took them. And I was powerless to stop it.
I had been tagging along with some strangely unique philosophers and archaeologists or a digging excavation in China. Things got crazy and everything was said and done I got a call from mom to comr home. So I got on the next flight to Georgia and when I arrived mom and dad were waiting for me in the living room. I remember it as if it were yesterday. Dad was normally stern and serious while mom had been peaceful and serene. Though when I saw them then the roles had been reversed. I've seen dad so softened and mom so hardened in all my life.
Mom spoke while dad gave me sad eyes. He had seemed older that time I saw him. The wrinkles were more noticeable. While mom held a certain ageless look about her. it seemed unreal. They didn't even give enough time to speak. The way they were sitting was serious enough to keep me quiet and wanting more information. My time as a traveler taught me that if I wanted to learn I needed to stay quiet and listen closely. In my adventures 7 times out of 10 my life was constantly under a hammer and nail. And though a blind man held the hammer the nail would eventually hit its mark. Even though this was the case I enjoyed my adventures because it made me knowledgeable, stronger...and yet the look they gave me...the eyes I saw....it was as it I had known absolutely nothing. I've never felt so weak.
"He's coming. We don't have much time." mom had said. Such a stern tone. She went on about the mythology of the Keetoowan people. Underworld was the key. The Dark is not the true enemy. He is darkness. Also something about the Spirit Warrior, the elements, and 4 spirits. Anything she said after that is a blank. All I remember is how everything got dark, screaming, unknown psychotic laughter, I think I heard fighting and then it was quiet. "Listen" that was the last time I heard dad's voice. A calm and yet stern whisper. The light come on and mom and dad are gone. I check their bedroom and see them lying there. Faces frozen in fear. It was as it they screamed to death. I didn't what t ok do at first. I touched their faces. Pale and cold. I began to scream and then cry. I called for an ambulance. The rest is history. I got my brothers. We went to the funeral and moved here.
I received a call a few weeks ago from a past flame of mine. She use to travel with me. Her name is Kim Rayner. We graduated high school together and we felt the same way about the world. How we wanted to explore it and that there are things in this world that are unexplainable. And we've seen them....both good and evil...Anyway I'll just get to the point. She's claiming the last night we spent together six years ago I had gotten her pregnant. At first I thought she was lying but unlike all the other girls she's honest...plus she showed photos and such. The child is six years old and she has my mom's eyes....that's crazy right? It is. What's even crazier is why Kim didn't tell me. Why wouldn't she? If the child is mine why shouldn't I know I have a daughter or is expecting? She's my child just as much as she is Kim. Though if I ask a feminist about this they'd say "because it's her body she can do whatever " yatta yatta. Yeah...I dont care about that. I looked up Kim's new home and found that oats actually located in New Seyuta up in the mountain area. Kim always did dislike the modern world so her living in the mountains is not too crazy. Especially because her silly father always take her hiking.
I walk put of the house after leaving a note for my brothers
"Taking care of businesses. Be back soon."
Hmm....too suspicious.
"Tying up loose ends. Don't wait up."
What is this a Liam Neeson movie?
"Be back soon."
Vague...probably a lie....maybe it isn't. I mean I don't plan on being gone long but things do happen. Though I dont expect either of my brothers to be back anytime soon. It's about 6 p.m. Son is doing his grand opening for his Restaurant, Drake's working on some case, and Cal is... hmmm....probably hanging that girl by the name of Tsula. Or Yona, I doubt he's with Ya'no. Not after what happened a good few weeks back. I don't know the specifics but I think he cursed her out. She had to have done something because Cal is much to chill a guy to overreact. Honestly I feel bad for not believing him when he told me about the creepy things happening in the house. But In my defense he's a prankster through and through. I mean as depressed as he's been lately he's already accomplished TP-ing houses.
I haven't really been in the lives of my younger brothers but I hope we can all sit down at some point and talk out our issues. We haven't been able to sort out what happened with our uncle. Yeah....back when I was still in high school something happened with David, dad's brother. It was crazy. But that's a story for another time. Now...I have to see Kim and our daughter.
I close the door to the house.