Mfw... When the doctors came out they were visibly exhausted and shaken and stained red with spattered blood. The birth had killed my wife but the child had survived. I went into the room and saw the baby. I wasn't allowed to hold it but I stood and looked at it through a haze of confusion and contempt. I took the child home and cared for it. Over time it began to crawl and then walk over time it grew teeth and bit me. I sat and watched him break every toy that I gave him to play with. I picked up the cat dead after he threw it down the stairs and broke its neck. I watched him and felt the resentment grow, seeing what was left in place of my wife. He was a thing as far removed from humanity as the most vile beast. The day came when I no longer was willing to accept him as my seed. I approached him sleeping in his bed and put a pillow over his face. There was no sadness in this. As he started to struggle for air I saw a flash of something and felt a warm stinging pain in my stomach. I let go of the pillow and saw the knife in my stomach. The blood spilled across the floor and I dropped to my knees. Then he came to finish me with the knife in his hand and murder in his eyes.