Del 2

The Walkers were special, almost as special as Mr Keeler, but not quite. Still, they had much in common with the latter. They pretended a lot, so as not to stick out too much. They knew how important it was for them not to be discovered by any sort of authorities. The Walkers were a sadistic kin. They knew this as well, to the full extent, and they enjoyed it.
Sadists were not uncommon in these days, au contraire in fact, so the thing that made the Walkers so special was exactly how sadistic they were.
Normal sadists feared them, and shunned away just by the thought of them, and what they liked doing. This increased the Walkers’ pleasure even more.

Jonathan was the pride of the Walkers. Yet he was also their greatest shame ever. Jonathan was a messiah of sorts, born to bring change into the family. It sounded good before he came to the world; they liked change. This particular change however, was not what they had expected. Especially the Elders did not approve of the changes to come.
At the moment of his conception, as is custom for the birth of every Walker, he was given a live insect. A mosquito in this case. He looked at it, having not screamed the slightest since leaving his mother’s womb, and slowly started pulling off its wings. The Walker family (naturally, the entire family was there to see the mother-to-be writhe in pain) looked at little Jonathan, their newest fallen cherub, with joy.
However, the joy was short lasted, for a moment later Diana Walker, Jonathan’s mother, looked at the window and caught sight of the sole thing her family feared. The very nemesis of their kin for generations.
A spider. She screamed, and the others laughed in glee until they too saw it, and started screaming as well.

They all screamed, except for little Jonathan. Something that, if anyone had paid any attention, should have raised a few eyebrows. All Walker babies had arachnophobia in their genes, making the sighting of a spider during this ritual spell imminent death for the newborn. The first test was not to scream, the second to torture the given insect. A spider should ruin it all. But it did not, for Jonathan never screamed. Instead, he stretched out his cute little demonic right hand towards the spider, his eyes glowing with a seldom witnessed intensity. The spider started off towards the bed. Augustus Walker, Diana’s father and the youngest of the Elders, jumped out of its path and yelled hoarsely, sounding like a crazed martial arts fighter. The spider scurried as quickly as its little black legs could carry it, up onto the bed. At this point, Diana fell off the bed, dropping Jonathan on the sheets.

“NO!” she cried, reaching out a hand for her spawn, but not daring to get close to the spider. Now the family members, all of them pressed against the walls of the small room, started noticing the lack of a certain scream. Jonathan’s scream. Even the twins, Edwina and Herbert, sensed that something was wrong.
The silence was total, not a breath dared to be drawn. 23 eyes were staring intently on the baby and the spider. Jonathan stretched out his hand anew, and the spider leapt onto it. It covered the hand completely. He held it close to his face, examining the animal with curious eyes.
After a short while he looked at his kinsmen gathered at the far corner of the room, and showed them what his finding. There was a general outbreak of gasping, a thud from aunt Giselda fainting onto the floor, and sounds of crying and sobbing from the twins.

Jonathan, now sitting properly on his bum, looked at the spider once more, after which he placed it neatly on his left thigh. Half the members of the family fainted during what happened next, and few of the remaining remembered anything afterwards. Only the Grand Elder, Gustav, witnessed the entire scene, or almost the entire of it.
What happened was this. Jonathan grabbed two hairy legs and then, without hesitation, ripped the spider apart, limb from limb. The first two were quick pulls, but the rest… It took over 15 minutes until the spider was without legs. Gustav, having the most tuned in soul sense, was shaking. He noticed Marcus fell to the floor, and heard him make retching noises. All pleasure from this was totally negated by the fear. Jonathan never stopped smiling.

Apparently, there was no more fun to be had with the spider any longer, so he ate it. This was too much for Gustav, the demon with a heart of diamond, and he fainted. Jonathan threw back his little head and laughed maniacally, as maniacally as a baby now can laugh, his mouth full of mashed spider.
It seemed that the spider had had her body full of unborn spider babies, for such things started to flood out of Jonathan’s little mouth in the hundreds, and he laughed even more. Luckily for the Walkers, not one of them was awake to see this. Jonathan finished chewing and his eyes flashed red. His soul sense was already perfected, so had he been mature, he would have got an orgasm from the sheer joy all suffering in the room brought him. Instead, he just laughed.

The Walkers had long since developed a sixth sense, called a soul sense. With this, they could feel the mood of any living beings soul. A normal person would have been driven mad by it, but to the Walkers this was a blessing. Every day they sensed misery and agony, for the world was a rotten place.