[ WP ] You can understand babies . Most days are just adorable , until one day you pass a mother on the street and overhear her baby plotting to kill her .

`` I have a gift. 
 
 Well, to be honest, thats a major overstatement. Let me try again, I have a quirk. 
 
 I work as a baby sitter, and have gained quite a bit of credibility in the area as the go to for infant care. The secret to my success is that I am able to communicate with infants. 
 
 Its not exactly what we would call talking, but I am able to sense a baby's intentions and needs. For simplicities sake I will say that I can read their auras. 
 
 Babies are adorable, except the one. 
 
 I recall it was five years ago on this very day, a warm November evening. I was out for a walk with my Doberman, doing circles in our favorite park. It was at this moment that I walked past a woman cooing over the baby. 
 
 There was something terribly wrong with the child. The piercing blue eyes seemed too intelligent for a mere infant. 
 
 I rushed through the rest of the lap, slowing down only when I passed the woman again. This time, I heard the baby whisper when held close to his mother's ear. 
 
'I will end you.' 
 
 _____________ 
 
 I shadowed her for three weeks, learning her habits and routines with her infant. It was nearly a month after our initial chance meeting that I kidnapped the babe. I never even learned his name. 
 
 I took him to my basement, where he giggled and stretched happily. Closing the door, I began to speak to him. Nothing I said could gain his trust, or get him to talk. It was only after I brought up the instance in the park, the baby opened his mouth and began to laugh. 
 
 This was no child's laughter, this was the laughter of an evil from ages long past. It began to speak. 
 
'I have been borne of a human vessel. It was satisfactory, but I have a mission to undertake. One that was written by the stars and the Gods past your time.' 
 
 I began to tremble, the baby began to laugh harder, hacking up rivets of blood. 
 
'I am Alpha and Omega, I am the watcher and the watched, I am the end to begin anew.' 
 
 The laughter filled my head to bursting. 
 
'I am the beast with a million names, I am the evil that awaits in every spurned human heart. I am the Anti-Christ.''' 
 
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 Sargeant Dowell bit into a powdered donut through the asylum's one way mirrored interrogation room. Officer Yung walked up and took a donut from the open box. 
 
 `` What's the case?'' Yung said through a mouthful of Boston Creme. 
 
 `` Some kook thinks he killed the Anti-Christ. Swears he can talk to babies. Unfit to stand trial. Damn shame too. That poor child...'' 
 
 Yung nodded absently, putting his donut down. Somewhere in the asylum, an infant cried for his mother. 

