Traveling in time can be mind-blowing, especially when it leads to vital
information missing from your private movie's screenplay.
So when Elisa saw herself as an infant in her cradle,
smiling hesitantly at her, she was stunned and full of radical feelings.
“Could this be of any good?” she thought while leaning her arms towards her
younger self in order to feel the sensitive juvenile heartbeat.
Her grip was almost as big as the baby's whole body but it
didn't seem to mind this strange penetrator, on the contrary,
it was heartily smiling and stretching its little hands to grab a
finger of the hand on its belly. “What should I do?
Killing it is certainly the easiest way; it would instantly erase all
the dreadful consequences of my true nature.”
The baby was now giggling and showing its best moves to
impress the perplexed visitor. She was absorbed in contradicting herself
when it suddenly prolonged its tiny arms and sharp nails began to grow,
antennas came out of its ears, its eyes became totally black
while one sting appeared from its back. Once the transformation was
complete, the baby levitated although it could barely fly as its wings were quite
small; nevertheless it nearly managed to make it to the girl's head.
This whole scene had completely disorientated her.
“It's either now or never” she pulled herself together and reached for the knife
in her backpack. It kept on flapping its wings and the distance grew closer
but she still couldn't reach the knife. She raised one hand to push the baby
away when she felt the silver grip finally slipping in her palm.
You won't have the chance to attack me.
I will do it myself by killing you and so, erase all the hideous things I have
done in my miserable life.
But while talking, it sat on her raised arm and closed its wings.
She did not make a sound nor moved. This out of the blue
movement really took her by surprise. “Why did it stop the
attack? It is not like me.” The creature that bore resemblance to a huge
wasp slowly took its original shape and cuddled the shocked girl. “What if?”
Could I be good?
She thought aloud, staring at the yawing baby which seemed so tranquil.
“With the right guidance and support I could change my entire past. Make everything
Come on kiddo. You are coming with me.
And with a loud bang the nursery room was empty and quiet.
Ten minutes later, a woman walked into the room with a bottle of warm milk in her
hand. She saw the empty cradle and the curtains of the open window which were
shivering in the light evening's breeze.
She screamed at the top of her lungs in a heartbreaking voice,
nearly falling off the window's ledge.
My baby flew away! Have you seen my baby?
She was committed the very next day and remained institutionalized
until her death fifty years later.