In the cold night of Christmas eve sat an old woman , peace that wasn't found anywhere in this town was only found on her face.

She sat there rocking back and forth in her chair the sound of the crackling of fire was like a melody , a peaceful one .

When she heard the sound of small footsteps a small smile drew her way to her face , she opened her eyes to see the most beautiful olive colored eyes she'd ever seen.

"Grandma , Merry Christmas" Lucas said in a cute little voice , the orange hue of the fire was dancing across his chocolate colored skin .

"Merry Christmas to you too honey"

"is it story time yet?" he said hopefully and his grandma smiled warmly at him she couldn't refuse .

"it is lu" once she said it he clapped his tiny hands together and climbed quickly sitting on her lap.

"One day there was a man named Redfield , he was a good man , always treated everyone nicely but his parents were bad people who treated people poorly , so when they died they started to bully young Redfield "

"but...but he had nothing to do with it! His parents were the bad guys not him!" Lucas was furious and sad , he never really liked bullies not that anyone did.

"I know honey they were also bad , but nobody Is entirely good right?" she asked and he nodded sadly.

"and then when he grew up , all his girlfriends were bad people who were very mean to him and even when he died he didn't die normally he was killed"

Lucas gasped in shock "S..somebody killed him?" tears welled up in his eyes the old woman felt a bang of guilt but she knew it was necessary evil , she counted on him to stop all of this , she counted on him to be brave enough to stop him.

She nodded and he began shaking with silent sobs " but..but..but that was just so mean" he said in between sobs.

"I know honey people are mean but he became even more mean"

"h..how?" he rubbed his eyes slowly.

"when he died he didn't rest in peace his soul roamed everywhere and still is , he started getting revenge on people who hurt him , he tortured them and killed them and then he started chasing after everybody whether they made a small mistake or a big one-"

"Mom!" a man entered the room running for crying Lucas , he held him in his arm rocking him back and forth and patting his back hoping he would calm down a little.

"how many times should I tell you mom no to tell him that BS , he's just an eight year old boy" he exclaimed at the old woman , she knew that such stories weren't appropriate for kids his age but like said before,

It was necessary evil.