| Chapter 2 �. Little Timmy sat playing with his toy truck, a present from his mommy, the theme song of her favourite soapies echoing through the living room as she done the ironing. The tune was cut off as the familiar blue, white and red screen replaced the image of Justin and Justine fighting bitterly. �This is a streaming freedom video bulletin�� Timmy excitedly hid the remote, slipping it under the couch as his mommy came into the room. She didn�t like Timmy watching EyesOnly, fearful of how the images and messages would influence his impressionable mind, but Timmy wanted to watch EyesOnly, if only just once, after all, he was almost five, a big boy now. �Timmy, honey, where�s the remote?� his mommy asked, tossing cushions aside in a borderline frantic search. Timmy grinned innocently at his mommy, poking his tongue into the gap between his front teeth. Sighing, his mommy turned to the set, trying in vain to change the channel or turn the set off, the broken knob twisting uselessly beneath her fingers. �Peace. Out.� Timmy grinned triumphantly; he really was a big boy now. Under other circumstances his mother would have laughed, but she was busy assessing the situation. Timmy seemed fine, talk of murder and death not affecting the little boy. The screen flickered again, the image of a man�s back filling the screen. Timmy was surprised. Johnny hadn�t said anything about this when he was telling him about what EyesOnly said. The man moved, making visible the site of a woman�s shoulder and arm moving beneath him. He moved again and Timmy heard the woman moan. �Oh. Oh My God�� Timmy�s eyes widened as realisation hit him. Horrified, Timmy�s mommy lunged forward, pulling the power cable out of the wall socket. The screen went black. The woman had been saying her prayers, Timmy knew what that meant. �Mommy� Timmy called in a small voice, �was� was that man killing her?� His baby eyes looked imploringly to his mommy. �Yes. Yes he was� his mommy answered, �Now go to your room.� |