I will never let the monstersss win again

He has no mouth, and he must scream.

Stony, the body hangs from the chamber of the ceiling; unsupported, it did not shiver in the cold for the garage door was closed, oily waft sweeping entirely between the vehicles. The body hangs head-down, attached to the underside of the drywall by the sole of its right foot, and from under the lantern jaw, its acidic spit pools down like a long stalactite. Near, nearing, the head of a small child, with hair gleaming brilliant and fine.   

After a period of standing still, waiting for an answer, when nothing but silence persisted, he heaved a sigh, a mutter of "Damn that boy" automatically leaving his throat as he made way for the garage, only to be halted, as hand comes to rest on the door handle. In a worrying development, the same feeling of concern that drove him to wakefulness returned anew, along with a searing, painful prickling along the back of the neck, that felt like a warning.

A warning that danger was close at hand!

But alas, before his mind could parse this meaning, it was far too late, as the door was already swinging open, revealing his precious son, rooting through his comic book collection, completely oblivious to... the devil, closing in!

"My god!? Billy! Billy, get back!" Catalysed by fear, Connors bull-rushed towards the unsightly creature, scratching up a car sponge along the way as he hurled it at the monstrous intruder, desperate to capture its attention.

So long as the man inside you is who he is, you won't win, lizard lips.

edit; hmmm...

reblogs from different blogs seen on op blog - first branches though (so expected)