Children of the Cult

Henry Evans. The “good” son. He even had his own movie with the same title. The blonde killer kid from Maine. You may know him as Scar-Face, that’s his infamous nickname he had received from all the scars he got on his face from the cliff accident back when he was twelve. He was never supposed to have survived that accident. The cliff was at least three hundred feet high. Yet somehow, he did, and now he’s been on the run for years. Now at eighteen years old, Henry Evans is one of the deadliest assassins in the United States. He’s known to be one of the highest ranking members of the Cult of Thorn and the Children of the Cult. He’s been wanted for many years, and yet nobody has been able to track him down. He’s been sighted a few times, usually in colder states, but due to “lack of evidence,” Henry hasn’t been able to be caught and still runs free today.

Have you ever wondered how Henry’s life had came to be? Ever wonder how the he managed to survive the fall? Ever wonder how Henry and the other Children of the Cult are where they at today? Here’s how it all started…

December 20

Rock Harbor, Maine

Henry was falling.

His eyes widened in horror the second she had let him go. He let out a loud scream of terror, a scream he could not stop, as he was falling down onto the rough rocky end of the cliff. As he fell to his demise, Henry wondered how all of this had gone so wrong.

Henry was certain Susan was going to save him. He was her son, after all. Why wouldn’t she save him? Besides, he doesn’t deserve to suffer from a fate like this. Henry doesn’t even deserve to die. He was actually one of the only human beings who are worth something and whose life isn’t worth taking. But no, that ungrateful bitch decided to save Mark, who she barely even knew, over Henry, her own son.

As he fell closer toward the bottom of the cliffs, Henry wondered if things couldve really been different between him and his cousin, Madk. He imagined him and Mark being brothers and partners in crime. Killing people and animals with crossbows and causing traffic accidents for fun. Murdering and torturing people for fun. Mark burning his house down in Arizona and killing his Dad just to live with Henry and the rest of his family in Maine, and then killing off Wallace, Susan, and Connie afterwards.

He could’ve had it all, and so much more. How much? Henry would never know, but it could’ve all happened. But it just wasn’t meant to be.

Henry had taking a liking to Mark from the start. Even before meeting him, Henry had been delighted to hear that Mark was staying earlier that day and had spent hours making two identical paper maché masks, so they could be brothers. Henry had always been a loner all his life, unable to make any friends. He desperately longed to have a true friend, a true brother or sister, that was exactly like him. He wanted a real partner in crime. Someone to go kill with, someone to raise hell with, just for the fun of it. That someone could’ve been Mark. If only Mark was like me, he thought.

Henry’s eyes shot wide open as he found himself laying splat on the huge rock.

What the fuck?! How am I still fucking alive?! Henry thought to himself. There’s no fucking way I could’ve survived this. That cliff was too high up.

Henry sat up on the rocks, not having any difficulties doing so. Despite how high up the fall was, Henry somehow had not only managed to survive, but he hadn’t managed even broken a single bone in his body. His back still remained in perfect shape. He even moved his arms and legs to check if they had somehow broken found that they were still in perfect condition. Unfortunately, Henry was not completely unharmed by the fall. The rock had still managed cut into Henry’s skin, resulting in several deep gashes all over his face, neck, and back. His face had been slashed open like a sliced up watermelon. Identical cuts were around Henry’s neck, and even bigger gashes have been marked all over his back, although nobody could see it because his sweater was covering it. Henry could feel the fresh, hot red blood trickling down his face and onto his chest, staining the front of his favorite sweater. The back of his sweater was now entirely stained, the red stripes now burgundy and the green stripes now a brownish-maroon as even more blood oozed out of his body.

As Henry looked down at his hands, he saw they were covered in blood and decided to look down at where he was sitting, seeing that he was covered in a large pool of his own blood. Henry gingerly felt all over his back with one hand and found that the back of his favorite sweater had been completely soaked.

Suddenly, Henry felt more fresh, hot blood trickle down his face, followed by a sharp, stinging pain pulsate through his body all over and had to bite his lip from crying out in excruciating pain. Henry wanted to pain to stop. He wanted it to end, but the pain wouldn’t go away. Fuck! Make it fucking stop! Make this motherfucking pain go away! His mind thought as the pain only grew worse.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! The voice in his head screamed and cursed in the worst fucking pain possible as the waves washed over him, the ocean salt water stinging his cuts all over his body.

Finally, Henry couldn’t take the pain anymore and let out a scream of agony. This was the worst fucking day of his life ever. Why did things have to be this way? Why did his mother choose to save his cousin, Mark, over him? His own mother. His own fucking mother let him nearly die and suffer a painful fall to the cliffs. This was all her fault. That bitch needed to fucking pay for it. Mark too. And Connie, and Wallace. Henry would fucking kill them all, he would get his revenge no matter how long it took him. He was determined to finish what he started, and that was to kill.

The next wave Henry off his balance as he literally crashed into the sea. His whole body was on fire now. Every single one of his cuts and gashes were now excruciating pain as they stung like hell.

Henry swam across the shore to safety as if his life depended on it, cursing the ocean every moment as the salt water stung every single one of his open wounds. Eventually, he arrived at a small, deserted beach on the coastal town of Rock Harbor, the town he’s lived in all of his life.

It was a good thing nobody else was out on the beach today. As Henry emerged from the water and started walking towards the beach, he resembled something much more like a sea monster than a regular pre-teen. Drenched in seaweed from head to toe, his body entirely soaked from the ocean salt water, Henry could’ve easily been mistaken for a sea creature of sorts. The blood smeared all over his face, neck, and hair, as well as the bloody scars that looked as if they had been slashed all over his face made the blonde pre-teen look even more horrifying. This would be extremely difficult to explain how Henry, a twelve year old kid, had been washed up on the shores with scars all over his face. It just wasn’t something worth explaining.

As he finally started walking to the shore, Henry sighed to himself in relief. He was grateful to still be alive at least. He was grateful he hadn’t died from the fall, or even worse, paralyzed for life with every single bone in his body being broken. Besides all of the scars that now marred his body and from bleeding out to death, Henry was in perfect condition.

Thank fucking God I made it to safety at least. Henry thought to himself while coughing up a bit of salt water in his lungs. It’s fucking amazing I’m still alive. I should’ve fuckin’ died from that fuckin’ fall. Henry said to himself while picking the seaweed out of his hair. Anger and hate suddenly surged into him as he remembered all of the previous events leading up to the fall. His physical appearance had been permanent destroyed with scars all over his face. His favorite red and green designer sweater, matching red scarf, and designer black jeans had been ruined by the ocean water. It was all Mark’s fault. Henry had never experienced this much animosity and anger for someone. He wanted to fucking explode.

Henry stomped his foot into the sand and let out another scream of fury. “Fuck you Mark! You fucking bastard!” Henry screamed in fury. “I will be back! Just you wait! God, I fucking hate those losers! I’m gonna fucking kill them! All of them will be fucking sorry!” Henry screamed in rage, not even giving a shit if someone heard him. He was mad as hell, and is now determined to do whatever it takes to get his revenge, even if it meant killing his entire family. He could slaughter the entire town if that’s what it took. Henry didn’t care, the only thing he cared about was seeking his revenge.

I especially can’t wait to kill that bitch of a mother. I’ll make sure she’ll be sorry that she EVER let me fucking fall! She almost KILLED you, Henry! SHE ALMOST FUCKING KILLED YOU! The voice in Henry’s mind screamed. God, I’m gonna fucking kill them all. Mark is gonna fucking regret ever fucking with me in the first place! But I just need to wait and be patient, but pretty soon I will be able to get what I want. I’ll fucking slaughter them all, even if it takes me twenty years.

Henry took several deep breaths, taking some time to control his temper, because if he didn’t, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do, and he needed to remain calm for now.

Henry shook his head in disbelief and scoffed. “God, this is all one terrible accident. Worst fucking accident ever.”

Henry just shrugged. “Accidents happen, all right. I don’t deserve any fuckin’ accidents, though.” Henry said out loud as he continued walking towards the sand.

“Just you wait, Evans family. Henry is coming to get you,” he said out loud while laughing maniacally.

Once Henry arrived at the beach, a wave of exhaustion hit him.

Henry was now completely exhausted, with almost no energy left inside of him. Swimming all the way from the cliffs to the beach had worn him out. The exercise had left him completely drained, both physically and mentally.

Maybe I should lay down. Take a nap. The voice in his head spoke.

No, he thought back. I have to keep going. I have to go find shelter, get my wounds bandaged up.

Henry knew he couldn’t stay here. His body would be discovered. He would not let that happen. Before he could do anything, Henry collapsed onto the sand, lying flat on his back, soaking up some sun as he laid on the sand. After only a few seconds, Henry closed his eyes and faded into unconsciousness.

Two hours later…

Rock Harbor, Maine

Dr. Giggles had found Henry’s bloody body laying on the sand. His face and neck had looked like they were sliced open. Blood was all over his clothes. The white sand Henry was currently laying on was now stained red as blood was smeared everywhere. He kneeled down on the sand and checked Henry’s pulse. Fortunately, Henry was still alive. He was unconscious, but he was still breathing.

Dr. Giggles carefully scooped Henry up and carried him back to his car. Once he got settled in himself, he started the journey all the way back to Haddonfield, Illinois.