I was walking quickly, the trees would grab you if you didn't walk fast enough. The trees grab you and the darkness swallows you whole. Vines give you lashes, pictures would scream your secrets and light, light oh lights given the chances they would burn out your very soul from the bottom up, That's the way it works, but no one else seems to mind or even notice when the branches reach out to them, trying to pull them back. When I try to help them, the people who the branches try to steal that is, they look at me as though i've gone mad.
No,no I'm fine,the rest of you are just ignorant. Dropped a bit to much on your head as a baby I see, hmmm? Ha! Well it doesn't really matter does it. The doctor say I have a disease after all. I don't though, they just think I do because there jealous that i'm smarter then them. Yes that's it. Anyway. I. Have. A. Story.
It all started back where I was 'born' back in my home city-country. Well it more or less started with the with the creation of the universe which in fact caused a lot of problems later on. Back to the story apparently we're the only ones left. What was the name? Yes, it was Periodica. The farthest back I can remember is seeing the nine of them in "the Cage". Now this part I remember very, very clearly, I lived for this moment every year, well every year until the city got blown up, ha! You see, once every year nine "contestants" on the month of November supposedly wins contest, they are then put in a truck and sent out on a vacation. After awhile we started getting smarter, the people never came back, maybe their inereds where ripped out and used to help anyone who could afford to replace a heart or lung. Maybe they were used in experimentation, altering human DNA or turning them into something…different. I'm still not sure because I wasn't in control until after my little story happens, would have been a hilarious past time though, hm! While the people get smarter so did the government, throwing the "lucky" winners into what I told you was "The Cage" not letting them escape and shipping their screaming, peasantly faces into the armored truck. Lets begin shaaallll we?
The nine of them stood stone cold faces showing no expression, who knows how they got there some received the normal 'You've Won' card in the mail, which means the family comes together to mourn the loss of whoever's name was on the card. Some may have been the son or daughter of a man in debt, someone who could not pay and this was a price they have no choice to pay. Maybe one of the men in uniform just decided they didn't like your face, attitude, the way you carried your self and just through you in the lot.
A nice sized crowed had gathered around the cast iron bars of the cage. Some laughing and mocking the nine captives and some friends and family reaching outwared tears flowing down their cheeks leaving wet trails in there wake.
The mourning and ridicule usually last about an hour or so before the guards come, break up the crowed and throw the captives who knows where.
Now children don't get impatient. I don't come into the story until later, but it's not like i'm not watching.
They sat around the cell, an extrelly old fashion cell at that, staring, waiting, contemplating which of the lot would be easiest to take out. Neos sat next to his brother Kruptos on a poorly built bench attached via chain to the cold stone wall. The mood of the room was ominous at best, angry glares where exchanged, but words were't. What was the point in talking to the people you might just end up killing or end up killing you. Neos's attentchion was mainly directed to a fifth-teen year old, tattered white shirt, under a dark green worn down overcoat. Son of a man in debt no dout. He must have been the youngest one there, and most likely the one most afraid of his situation. He sat on the grayish dirt floor as far as he could from the others, chin resting on his knees, tears thereting to fall from his eyes.
Lets be honest, he was surrounded by bigger and scarier members of this cell. A woman about nine-teen, maybe, with menacing dark brown eyes and pitch black hair. Then a tall lanky man with sickly pale skin, he had messy almost green looking hair under the dim light of the one bulb in the room. Kruptos a tall newly twenty year old. A shady looking beggar with fingerless gloves and a skinny underfed body. Another woman, this one looked seventeen, with soft looking silvery-white hair and light blue eyes. A smaller man stood next to her with the same color hair and eyes, probably brother and sister. Lastly the man who stood by the bars of the cell door was huge, well muscled and the most intimidating one there, if he so desired he could probably crush your skull in one hand.
The clank of metal in the distance startled the group. Making Neos and the smaller boy jump. Kruptos stood standing in front of this baby brother who instinctively moved more behind him.
A small boy climbed through the open window which he removed the large metal bars from which had been the cause of the clanking sound. He wormed his way through the window and landed head first onto the dirt below. He sat up cluching his head in both hands.
"I should have brought a ladder."
"Or at least thought of how to land safely."
"Then again i've never been good at planing ahead."
The strange boy contiuded to talk to himself. The nine of them stared, was this a test? Does he know someone here? Why isn't he wearing any pants?
Well maybe not that last one...
As if he could hear their thoughts he turned his full attention to them. A bright smile plastered onto his face. He shoot to his feet and gave them a salute.
"Glenn Seaborgium, at your service, Ladies and Gents." his eyes glinted with excitement "and I'm bust'n you outta here!"
The crowded room was quiet as they inspected to the boy. It was the nine-teen year old woman who spoke out first.
"You're like eight, shorty," her words filled to the brim with acid "How is you gonna do anything about this hell?"
The boy looked offended " Rude. I'm twelve thank you ever much!"
He ignored further questions and slide the small duffle bag he was caring of his shoulder. He stuck with tounge out of the side of his mouth in concentration as he searched. "No, no, nope," the boy who said his name was Glenn couldn't seem to stop talking "Not that either, nope, nein, dehogy, hayır," a smile once again overtook the boys face. He turned to them holding a ring filled with keys "Yup! Siin see on!" He swung the bag back over his shoulder and headed from the lock at the front of the cell. He flattened out his brown,houndstooth pattern, baggy overcoat as he choose a key out of the cluster of new, old, big, small and some broken, keys.
The cell door swung open on creaky hinges, and the young boy flinched, looking around as if a guard was behind every corner and going to alert the other guards of his doing. When no threat appeared he slowly opened the cell door until with was open the whole length of the door. His smile still in place Glenn gestured for them to come out of the cell and into the dim hallway. The boy pushed the duffle bag up higher upon his shoulder and nodded his head to the left, a silent promise of successful escape. The five men, two boys and two women followed.
One of the men were extremely abnormal, the one that was tall and extremely pale with a hint of green looked like a man on crack, blood shot eyes and yellow teeth.
"Excuse me,sir," Neos talked just above a whisper, just enough for the man to here him. The younger one of the contestants who was standing next to him, the one with dark grey hair, shoot him a wide- eyed distressed look, obviously asking why he would draw attention to from the lanky man. Neos could only shrug to the grey haired boy as a response. The man being addressed stopped, mid-step and just froze, not moving from the position, completely halted. The rest of the contestants stopped as well, staring at the strange man, the man who seemed to be here with his sister stepped I front of her, as to protected her if the crack smoker was insane.
"Uh, sorry but who are you?" Neos whispered bravo quickly fading. The man spun on his heels, teeth bared and an insane glint in his eyes.
"WHO AM I?," he shouted, voice echoing through the tight brick hallway. The group flinched foreboding who heard the shriek. A paranoid look around and a sly grin "I AM KH-" he was immediately tackled to the floor in a cloud if grey and brown dust that was kicked up
Due to the thrashing.
"Who goes there?" A husky voice sounded somewhere in the labyrinth if dimly lighted tunnels.
They all froze as the man with greenish hair had when Neos had called out to him. Scarce breathing, no movement. The dull thud of boots walking on the dirt floor coming in there direction.
"Trespasser," the voice came again "I will not call out again passed this point, revile yourself or yourselves." He spaded the detail of immediately being jailed or sliced in half by the guard, as they often do to trespassers.
They still did not move, your ears were filled with your own hideous heartbeat.
Thump, Thump, Thump
Eardrums threatening to burst at any moment, cold blood pumping through every vein in all of there body's.
A light reared around a corner they had passed and then a lantern. Neos's feet were practically melted into the floor as a young mid-twenty man in a red and black prison guard uniform came around the corner. Complete nine yards uniform with padded shoulders, far to many buttons, according to Neos's taste anyway, and those stupid hats with a giant dangling white feather coming out of the top.
"What the-" the guard instantly stepped back at the sight of the escapees.
The same idea seemed to pass through all of there minds 'Run'. The skinny man, and the two others who jumped on him for trying to compromise there position, were instantly to their feet and making a break for it. They all were, from Neos's position he could here them running behind him. His heart sank, he couldn't move, fear was the glue that made him become one with the prison floor. Neos's eyes widened in horror, the guard snarled as he stepped closer to him, pulling a nine- millimeter hand gun out of the holster at his side.
"Little Punk!" He yelled, the gun raising so he would have the privilege of looking straight down the barrel of the last thing he saw.
A sharp jerk and Neos's feet were ripped from the floor. He went stumbling backwards until he regained his footing and was able to run along side whoever was gripping his hand so tightly. They were breathing much harder then Neos was, did he actually run back to get him? He could here the guard yelling, if anything it sounded like there were more then one guard running after them, which this being a prison ipso facto it was very possible. Even though he and his savior were likely to get caught if he wasn't paying attention all he could focus on for the moment was the soft, warm hand that held onto his. Then his attention turned to the body that the hand was attached to, they were shorter then he was, so that instantly knocked off all but one person, the boy with the dark grey hair.
They kept running, the guards slowing because of exhaustion, I'm sure they hadn't had this kind of exercise in a long, long time. The boy and Neos reached the exit to the tunnel prison and were surrounded by brisk air the moment the stepped into the moon light night.
Neos took a deep inhale as they stopped right outside the entrance, a few lamps light here and there but it was mostly up to the moon to give all the appropriate light. Neos pulled his hand away from the younger boys grasp, who turned to look at him with a questioning look before be realized he had been holding his hand. The grey haired boys face turned a darker color in the moon light, which gave off just enough light to see everything more or less. Neos smiled and entwined their fingers together, making the boy jump and look away, obviously embarrassed.
"Come on, cuties." The voice seeming to come from no where. The girl with blue eyes and grey hair stepped from the shadows, a sweet, unmocking smile on her face. Neos's smile didn't fade as he looked a the woman who was about nine-teen. With fingers still entwined with the grey hair boys' he headed from her, pulling him along.
"THERE THEY ARE!" A voice sounded, followed by the sound of uniform boots running in there general dirction.Neos turned to the younger contestant, without missing a beat he leaned over and whispered in his ear "Yeah, come on, Cutie." Without seeing they grey haired boys expression he pulled the boy along with the girl,into the alley next to the prison. They started running when the guards approached, the alley was dirty and grimy, no high class prison guards would be seen dead even walking through it, the perfect place to hide. Behind the four metal recycling cans it was then. Neos winced when he dove behind the silver trash can, maybe a little to forcibly dragging the younger boy with him. The three of them crouched behind the the can, Neos had given up holding the boys hand to support himself on his hands and knees as did the boy and they peeked over the side of the cans. The idiot guards ran right past them and the ally, if they wouldn't why would the escapees, right?
Once the guards past the beautiful young woman,with a gold and copper colored hair piece shaped like a rose, turn to them. "Hey, little baby's," she said dimples on her cheeks to match her Chesier cat smile." You may call you savior Scandia or Your Majesty, which ever floats your boat." A sweet laugh before she gestured them to follow her.
Neos was lead back to the Main Street at the end of the ally. Bright lights over took the gravel road, just a passing very shinny impala. They ducked while running across the road, hoping no passer by would see them. They did this several more times, trying to stick with the deserted ally's and ducking frantically behind something or freezing like deer in headlights when they heard footsteps or see the lights of a car driving this late at night.
The three of them made it to the chain link fence that blocked the outside world without to many mishaps. Unless you count the old woman who they almost scared to death by not so tactually stepping out in front of her while going around a corner. This area was mostly wooded as a sort of-park-I guess you could say. It was silent, no one had uttered a word since they met up at the entrance of the prison. Trees large cut down on the already scares light and the three of the contestants were forced to stumble around in the darkness.
"Yo, Ginger Kid." Scandia said amusement clear in her voice, Neos rolled his eyes and continued to walk.
"Yes, your Majesty the Queen?" He replied in a mock tone.
"What's your name, Ging-y?"
"What about you,shorty, got a name?"
The youngest contestant perkup slightly at the question being directed at him. He bit his lip before answering, nervousness making him forget the answer.
"Um," there was pause and Neos could tell he was unsure of his words " My names Silex, Miss." A polite and completely respectful sentence. Neos puffed out his cheeks in a childish manner,it wasn't like anyone could see him anyway, but why wasn't Silex talking to him?
"So how old are you, Sil?" Scandia was obviously trying to fill the uncomfortable silence as they continued to walk.
" I'm fifth-teen, Ma'am." Neo's heart sank,but a smiled rose from somewhere dark inside him. His heart sank because Sliex was just a kid, forced to be out here hiding from the government or in there having who knows what done with him. And with that thought he had his blood boiling in rage of someone even setting a hand on this kid who could barley talk without being a stuttering, nervous wreck. The part of him that was smiling was doing so for some unknown reason. Was there a reason he should be happy for this defenseless kid to be exiled along with him and his brother?
" What is a young kid like you doin' out here, Kiddo?"
Silence. By now they had reached a clearing in the wooded area, far from the guards, far from anything really. Neos could see the out line of a few figures in the distance. To the right of the figures was a bright light, a shining beckon in the darkness of reality, an escape.
"That must be them." Scandia replied to the silence. She received two questioning looks. " Oh, sorry," she said voice much louder in the quietness "It must be the gang, is what I mean." She clarified and stepped into the clearing raising a hand in salute, all gazes were turned to the approaching three. They all stepped into the light escaping the tunnel and there faces were all very familiar. Neos's gaze was immediately brought to his brother Kruptos as he let out a sigh of relief.
A short man walked straight up to Scandia the moment they were all close enough to be fully seen in the tunnel light.
"Where the - did you go, little Lassy?" His voice was a stern question. Scandia groaned
"I went back to get these baby little kids, Thallos." She pouted. The statement earned Sliex and Neos a intimidating look from the man, Thallos. The man pinched the bridge of his nose before nodding his head.
" don't go runnin' off on me again ya hear?" Thallos's voice was softer now and he looked upon Scandia with much fondness. He glanced over at Neos then Silex and gave a toothy smile "You've got some guts for going back for the kid, Buck-o." The statement meant for Silex, made Neos embarrassed that he was so afraid he couldn't even move, but also undoubtably thankful the fifth-teen year old didn't leave him to fend for himself against the guard. A shy grin was Thallos's response and at that moment fast foot steps came rushing out of the tunnel. Glenn sprinted out of the tunnel, duffle bag slipping from his shoulder "Welp, guys this is the way out of the city, right through this tunnel."
Now lets see, what are you thinking? Hmmmm, maybe something like 'Narrator, Narrator that's it just a free lance tunnel out of the city?' or 'Lame, there is no imagination here, just a tunnel to freedom? Boring.' Maybe your just reading and the way of escape has absolutely no meaning to you at all. If you are the person with the third idea just stop reading or get with the story. Now if your one of the fun people with the first or second idea I want to tell you that I wouldn't dreammmm of doing something like that. Freedom. Is. Never. Free.
Glenn was the first one back into the tunnel, they all followed trusting the boys sense of direction not to get them lost down here. A concrete floor long since coated with a brownish, green material that made footsteps sound like ripping Velcro. Each movement was a battle for footing. Step in the wrong place and you would slip on yellowish slim, clothes getting stuck to the floor and then comes the battle of ripping your body from the floor with your clothes more or less intact. The tunnel looked a lot like the prison. Leading under ground, the bricks still a brown with a hint of orange somewhere inside.
Half way through the tunnel and Neos had so far escaped with no incidences, until the slipped on one of the puddles of disgusting slim.
"Ugggh!" Neos practically yelled. "What is this stuff?" He demanded to know. His cotton jacket seem to be the exception to the sticking rule, for it refused to separate from its new love interest, the floor. Neos had fallen face first and couldn't seem to jerk his body up hard enough to break free of the slim. Upon close inspection the slim looked more like cloth hairs, secreting a slim fluid. Neos wasn't impressed, he continued to tug harder, Scandia smiled fondly at his struggle. A resentful sigh and Neos slipped out of his black zip up jacket. Freezing air excitedly rushed up to met his skin, all warmth leaving his body . Neos tried to forget about his loss and stand up, his legs wouldn't move.
" Oh come on." He scowled at his pants for being glued to the slim. " I'm not, and I repeat, not taking off my pants, someone help me up." He made a grabby-hands motion a his brother, Kruptos took a step forward, but before he could reach him Neos was ripped free from the slim. He was roughly held by the back of his shirt as he struggled against whoever pulled him up.
"H-hey!" He trashed his legs around, slowly slipping out of his shirt " Wait, wait, wait. Put me down!" Once the sentence had passed his lips Neos was dropped back to the ground. The Velcro noise ripping as he turned to see whoever gave him assistance.
Behind him stood the giant man from the cell, "Tungsten, help short boy." he bent down and ripped the jacket from the slim's grasp.
"Whoa," Thallos said in mock surprise, "It spoke!" he laughed. The beastly man, Tungsten apparently, speared him a glance before handing the black jacket to Neos with a grunt.
"Thank you?" Neos replied to the kind gesture, but Tungsten was already moving forward in the tunnel, the gripping slim no match for the beast's strength. Neos looked at Silex for any indication of what to do about the situation, but he younger boy just gave a slight smile and a shrug. They continued walking, no on spoke, only the sounds of ripping material as they walked. The tunnel seemed to have no end, they continued to walk and eventually took up a very slow walking pace, the effort sucking away their energy.
Every attempt Neos made to get closer to Silex ended up in a failure. Someone always got in the way, weather it was his own brother, Kruptos, Scandia, and once even Glenn. The one time he got close Neos managed to get one word out of his moth to catch the youngers attention and imidiatly lost his footing. Embarrassing enough, Silex actually helped him back up. Red faced he said nothing and nodded his thanks to the boy before heading back to his position at his brothers side. A grey hole appeared at the end of the jauntily lit tunnel. Neos mustered all his streghth for a sprint to the end of the tunnel. Loud and painful sounding rips echoed into the tunnel.
"He's such a little kid." Kruptos stated with a smile, Scandia and her brother smiled back a him before Scandia started run after Neos. A race to the end of the tunnel, a race for who would get complete freedom first, a worth reason for a race. Neos managed to get out of the tunnel first, Scandia right on his heels, they both stopped apon reaching the outside world. A grey tinged the sky, and lit up a world completely different from there own. This one was horrible, a grey city, a fallen empire. Neos jumped down from where the tunnel had exited. In the place of stairs a statue head, it looked like a woman. The green paint had long since turned grey and were her eyes had previously been, or where they were support to go were now the home to hundreds of spiders. Neos made a face at this, and Scandia jumped down from the head next to him, holding her dress down. There would be no peeking here. As she inspected the head with fascination Neos ventured slightly from the tunnel to look farther around. A shiver went down his spine, the moment he came out to that accursed tunnel he felt as if something has had it's eye on him, someone was watching you. He turned to Scandia and by the way she uncomfortably rubbed her shoulder she felt it too.
They both jumped as they heard a loud thud of something hitting the ground. The two sprung around both with serious faces. Scandia burst out laughing .
"Sil!" she snorted between giggles "You scared us to death!" The boy looked hurt by her words and looked down to the ground and then up again mouthing the word 'sorry'. The three of them were braver together walking out farther then they would have alone. Sticking there hands places they really shouldn't because of dares, like into that busted up old window or into that spider-web covered hole. Soon Glenn joined them, brought running because of the laughing he wasn't a part of. The feeling of being watched didn't go away, they only learned to ignore in in the ten plus minutes they were left alone. Tall buildings left crumbled, iron supports sticking out in weird, dangerously sharp ways from buildings. Cars were left on the street, now covered in layer upon layer of dust, doors left open, suitcases still of the roofs, the street littered with chucks of concret. Glenn stopped in front of a building about seven buildings from the tunnel , it had or once had a faded red sign that read 'Lau nd y' some of the letters were obviously missing. The inside ceiling tiles where peeling and a layer of some kind of brown mold was growing in some areas. Various soaps and baskets littered the floor, Glenn plopped down in a chair by a broken window looking out on the street, Scandia sat not so lady-like on the next one over from Glenn's. Neos kept walking and jumped up onto one of the twelve pink and white washing machines, behind which was a beautiful painting of a lake and some various colored trees. Sliex came out beside him and examined the painting, Neos examined him. Silex was not much shorter then he was, but Neos being older couldn't help but taught.
"Need some help up, Silex."
The younger boy turned to him with a dazzling smile "Just Sil is fine,and i think I can get up by myself, but Thank You."
A pink tint rose on Neos's face but he hoped it would go unnoticed.
"Well, go ahead." he repied voice cracking slightly before he cleared his throat.
Sil hoped up onto the washing machine next to his and they all sat in silence. Neos looked over at Scandia and Glenn sitting on there faded rainbow colored chairs, Glenn wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and nodded his head toward Sil. Neos shoot him a disapproving look and saw that Scandia was also grinning at him like a mad man.
"Kids!" a voice called. Sil who was oblivious to the currant silent conversation being held while he took in the tree painting jumped, nervous as always.
"Oh," Scandia muttered " Thats probably Thallos." she stated, before peeking her head out the door. She screamed, and Neos as well as Silex jumped to there feet. Scandia quickly backed up from the door and made a grab for a pipe resting on the floor. Once she had it in hand she turned to them. Eyes widened, eyebrows raised and her mouth open and closing as if trying and failing to find the word to say. "Scandia!" a man came around the building over to the entrance " What wrong?" Thallos glared at Neos and Sil and marched over to them "What did you do to her?" his words came out more of a threat then a question. The tone had the two of them frozen in place. Thallos got into their personal space, teeth bared and eyes expressing hate. "I said," he gripped Neos by his shirts color "What. Did.You. Do." Neos was about to start screaming bloody murder when Silex grabbed the older mans arm.
"Thallos, let him go," His face was serious and he was determined to not let anyone get hurt here "he didn't do anything."
Thallos's features softened on his face, his grip loosened and Neos instantly backed up. Scandia seemed to come out of her shock. She still showed the fear in her eyes but managed to say "I-it's fine, Thall." Her fingers were white still cluching on the pipe but she gave a ghost of a smile anyway.
Silex quickly removed his hand from we're it gripped the man's arm, he quickly stepped back.
"I-I mean please, please let him go," he looked guilty " I'm sorry, that must have sounded mean." The expression of someone who accidentally kicked a puppy half way across the room took over Thallos's face, even Neos felt bad. Because of him Sil feels guilty, Neos rubbed his hand down his face. Why did he always have to do something like this? Why couldn't he be normal and have a crush on a normal girl instead of a boy who's two years younger, while running from the government not to get there guts ripped out? Did that sound weird to anyone else? No? Just me? Okay then.
"I'm real sorry , Kid" he said, not really sure of what to say actually. He rubbed the the back of his neck before going to comfort his sister. "Let's go back to the others." He said steering her by the shoulders towards the door. Her eyes widened as she got closer to the door. She blatantly refused to leave, trying to forcibly remove her brother from her shoulders. She turned to her brother maniacal grin stealing her face once again.
"I'll need something sharper then."
"Sharp, for what?"
"Too stab it with obviously."
"Stab what?" Thallos sounded genuinely worried now.
"Don't know, exactly," she scoffed " but it's been watch us for a while now."
Neos's felt his heart stop. It wasn't his imagination then. Something was outside and it was watching them, waiting for them. He grabbed Silex's hand and with a determined expression headed for the broken glass door what used to be a Laundry Mat he assumed. Sil was dragged along on this bold journey outside easily enough and Neos took the first step out side. He looked around, eyes darting around to where Scandia saw it, then anywhere else it could have been. Nothing, grey fallen buildings, overturned cars, no living this until he looked towards the direction of the tunnel were the others were heading toward them. He turned toward Sil were he was still standing behind him, hand outstretched, fingers intwined with his own. Neos now facing toward him,smiled looking into the younger boys light brown eyes.
"Nothin' there." A good reason to be happy according to how Sil's face light up like a Christmas tree. Behind Silex through was something that caught Neos's eye. Glenn was frantically waving his arms around in the air trying to get Neos's attention, Neos raised his eyebrow as slightly as he could so Glenn would know he could see him. At the motion Glenn stomped his right foot and mouthed the words 'just kiss him already' or something along those lines. Neos looked back to Sil who seemed to notice that Neos was looking behind him and also looked. Glenn stopped and waved to Sil a devious smirk slipping onto his face.
"Hey, Sil come here."
Without a second thought Silex slipped out of Neos's grasp and walked dejectedly over to Glenn. Glenn stood on tippy-toes a whispered something into Sil's ear. The more he talked the bigger the smile on his face grew, the more Neos feared the worst about what Glenn was saying. Neos slid his index finger across his neck, a clear indication that Neos would kill him if he embarrassed him.
The mood had defiantly improved from the way things were a moment ago when Thallos could have tried or succeeded in killing him. When the ten of them had fully reunited in the laundry building the adults were all serious faced. Everyone had taken a seat somewhere or another. Anyone who didn't really have anything to contribute to the conversation which by that is Glenn, Neos, Scandia and Silex sacrificed there seat to one the the real adults. The four sat atop the washing machines and listened to the grown ups talk and plan. So far the only thing agreed on was to stick together. Some people, through whispers agreed Scandia was crazy or in shock from running from the city, either way she didn't see the figure.
"Scandia," Glenn whispered when the planning turn into a heated argument about we're to set up camp, stay or keep moving between Astatos and a posh looking man called Radon. "Your like nine-teen shouldn't you be in there talking to." She smoothed out her dress and shot Glenn an irritated look.
"'No way," she looked back over to the argument and rested her head in her hand. "Look how uptight those lot are." They seemed to be arguing about something like food and water at the moment. No one could get out a sentence without Radon interjecting and sharing his ideas that were horrible more often then not. Tungsten sat taking in all the idea and thinking them over, that or they just kind of flew by his head, it was hard to tell. One sentence out of the conversation had not gone unnoticed by the four that sat on the washing machines. Something phrased more or less like 'I say we leave the kids, they'll only be dead weight on us anyway.' The room turned sighlent, were they actually thinking about this? Thinking of leaving them behind? Thinking of sending them back to Periodica to lives as technical criminals, running from the law? The man the size of a bear spoke "No, kids stay." The verdict was final, no one wanted to oppose a man that could practically crush you into dust in a place with no laws. They breathed out a sigh of relief would Neos's brother Kruptos and Scandia's brother Thallos really vote to leave them behind?
Silence stretched far longer between votes. No one wanted to be here was the problem.
"There must be more people," Glenn stated to no one in particular "If they can build a city like this some of them can escape whatever killed them all off," The six of the adults nodded to each other before Kruptos stood.
"Looks like we're moving on," He said. Neos and Glenn high-fived "but you kids have to start taking this seriously. This place is not a playground and we are not playing." Authority clear in his voice he turned to the group sitting by the window, who were already standing. Thallos was the first out the door, everyone else followed suit. Scandia, who had had her pipe confiscated by Thallos, tossed the pipe between her hands.
" I thought Thallos took that away from you?" Silex asked, sounding interested in how she got it back.
"He did," she stated calmly " but I picked it back from him."
She shamelessly reached into her dress pocket and pulled out a wallet. "Picked his from him too." She put the wallet back into her pocket and continued to play with the pipe. Twirling it between her fingers like a baton, skillful fingers throwing the pipe into the air. She had a smug smile and an open hand until the copper pipe fell from its place spinning in the air only to hit Scandia in the top of her head. Her hands immediately went to the place on her head that took the most impact from the pipe, the loud clank of the fall to the floor sounded through the room.
Neos and Silex began to giggle. "It's not funny, you little brats." At Scandia's hurt expression Neos began to laugh harder and Sil was near tears trying to stop.
This may be there last few days. A lot can happen starvation, dehydration, inhalation of various poisons gases, suffocation via mutated or not wild animals, a very tragic and painful cultivation accident. See? A lot could happen. Who said they could have fun anyway?
The three of the boys ran after the group probably already half way down the street and Scandia strolled after them. Constantly looking around, she had seen something, no one believed her.
"So were all really sticking together huh, guys." Neos said with a bright, childish smile. For already being 17 his age wasn't doing much for his height, standing at around 5 feet 3 inches, Bright red hair and freckles dotting his face.
Perky little fobbing folly-fallen clotpole. I never liked him much anyway.
The small gang got to business on walking waiting and prolonging when they had to catch up with everyone else. It was fun talking to people mostly the same age and not worrying about what tone to use in certain sentences. People back in Periodica were easily offened, they were all highly respecting and that's what got on Neos's nerves the most. They mostly made small talk.
"So Neos, what part of the city did you live in"
The answer that Neos was from the higher class part of the city that everyone nicknamed the Inert was no surprise. Scandia was from the middle part of the city called the Metal. Little Sil turned out to be from the poorest part of the city the place everyone called the Semimetal. No wonder they had never even seen each other, they all went to different schools, ate at different places, lived one in each of the three sections of the city.
Scandia move from her place next to Neos, to his left side, letting Neos walk next to Sil. Silex had remained mostly quiet, smiling when some one would talk to him directly, and answering in as short as possible answers to their questions. If anything he looked like he was enjoying the company.
"Hey,Glenn. Where are you from?" Neos asked, he had remained mostly quiet which was weird for the kid who could shut his trap more then two minutes.
Glenn dreaded this question, he had hoped no one would pay him attention and ignore him as people usually do. He was from…somewhere different, somewhere that is frowned upon in the society they where all apart of until recently. They seemed to be okay, they seemed to be okay with a lot of things. Neos liked Sil, to Glenn's knowledge, they were both guys and Scandia seem to be okay with it, even though the very thought of it would sicken the people back at the ex home.
"Well," he know denying the question would only draw more interest to where he was originally from. " I'm from..." He couldn't get himself to say. All eyes where turned to him, patiently waiting for an answer as they walked. Glenn couldn't help but picture the curious glints in there eyes replaced by burning hatred fueled by truth. They whispered behind his back 'he's a freak' they would mutter the same. They wouldn't talk to him, they'd throw him out to be alone again. Like the last time, and the time before that. Glenn clenched his fist, finger nails digging into his hand, drawing crimson blood. Several drops sloshed onto a grey chunk of long since fallen cement. He tried to calm his breathing , they would be different, they had to be different. He took in a deep breath. The truth must be reveled.
"I'm from Metal, like Scandia."
Just not today.
The three of them continued there small talk, occasionally stopping to examine things lying on the ground. So far the three of them picked up a miniature rust covered car that read 'Hot Wh el ' across the bottom. A pocket watch that had its expensive looking glass coving cracked and tinted a brown color over the years, the watch had stopped at exactly 1:15pm. Lastly Neos had found a metal ring, encrusted with pictures of locks and keys, Which he had managed to bravely present to Sil as a gift. It was excepted with a smile and slipped onto the boys index finger. With spirits lifted he continued to stroll, arms spread out as he balanced himself on the curb.
The city was magnificent even after its prime when people actually lived there. Tall skyscrapers, technology advanced building that could have been seventy to four hundred years old. Car which are a high privilege back in Periodica, littered the streets and seemed to be common here. What wouldn't Neos give it see it up and running again?
Eventually, they reached the others. It was mid day now and Neos was now constantly rubbing his eyes trying to beat the sleepiness trying to cover him like a blanket. He yawned, the adrenalin of escape fading and his arms and legs feet numb. From the look of it Scandia had the worst of it, dark circles were starting to take there places beneath her eyes and she seemed ready to collapse at any moment. Glenn walked behind her seemingly lost in thought and twiddling his thumbs in front of his stomach. Silex shook his head, clenching his eyes shut then opening them again. The first signs of tiredness that Neos himself felt roughly ten minutes ago before he crashed. They didn't mention it to the older members of the group and kept up there pace.
They had long since stopped talking, talking took up way to much energy. He stayed quiet, listening to the adults talk about boring things like 'the future' of there small group. Maybe the future, as in tomorrow and even later today, would be more interesting if Neos didn't feel like he was about to keel over. His legs hurt from the long walk, each step was torture as the over worked muscle was forced to keep moving for however long this walking lasted. His feet felt like they were going to collapse at any moment, he had twisted his ankle far to many times and was walking with what was a most likely a psychosomatic limp. To distract himself from the pain he pulled out the poker watch from his jacket and began to close and open it repeatedly. It didn't take long before he started earning annoyed looks from the sound the watch was making. A never ending series of pops, clicks and squeaks. They weren't loud, not by a long shot, but no one said something had to be loud to be annoying. The sound eventually even got to Neos, the writer, director and producer of this horrid squeaking orchestra and he slipped the watch discreetly or more so not so discreetly into his pocket.
They walked for an eternity more, but in reality it was a quarter of the way down the block. Neos's feet stung, his legs burned, he felt numb and horrible all over. He couldn't tell what everyone else was feeling but it must have been close to what he was.
"Please, let us stop here for a second." He pleaded, it was still mid day and the older group members, the ones who seemed to be leading the way, stopped and conversed about it. If Neos cared more he'd eavesdrop on what they had to say about stopping. Since he didn't be made his way over to the shade of what may have been a flower shop. Metal carts with topped with dirty, cracked and broken plastic flower pots, filled with dry dirt. Through the surprisingly still intact windows there could be seen various colored pots and vases, unfortunately as everything else of color here it had long since faded. Neos slid down the wall onto the floor resting his head on the wall behind him. Just being off his feet felt like a luxury, all the tension built up over the day fading like the color on the skillfully crafted pots inside the store. He closed his eyes, already sprawled out on the floor he stretched his arms. He heard someone slide down next to him on the floor but didn't bother opening his eyes. It was the last thing he remembered before slipping off into a wonderful, cat nap on the floor.
Apparently no one bothered to wake him up.
He awoke with a large crack sounding. He shot up to his feet. It was becoming dark again, the sun was disappearing behind two tall building equal in height, memories of last night came flooding back. He turned toward the wall, very muscle in his body screaming to stop or slow down. A fire was lit inside the flower shop and Neos made his way to the door cautiously, cursing his leg for the pain it was making him go through. The pushed the door open, slowly just enough to look inside. Everyone sat around a small fire, they were all eating a can of something different. Scandia, who's back was facing him, balanced herself on her arms and through her head back so she could look at him upside down.
"Hey, Kid," she said looking much better, she probably got a short sleep in too. Neos gave her drowsy a look which.
"You were sleeping, so no one wanted to wake you up." Kruptos said mouth half occupied by was looked like beans. Neos walked over to where the group sat on make-shift benches made of fallen tree branches they had drug into the shop.
"Save you one." Scandia yawned. Neos sat down next to his brother and Scandia rolled a rusty looking can, with so sloshing contents across the floor. It nudged his foot and rolled back slightly, he reached down and picked up the can. The can's peeling and relatively shredded label read 'Beef Chunk Soup', he shook it.
"Is this stuff still good?" Neos asked, looking at the etched in date. "Expires in," he stopped "November 4, 2014?" The date was not familiar, rumor was the government restarted the date and started it back at zero. They also say they kept it at the pre-disaster date, no one was really sure and since they aren't sure no one cares and blows it off.
"Where'd you get it?" He asked pulling the pop-top lid and reveling what looked like chunks of meat, peas and carrot pieces swimming in gelatinous goop. He experimentally inserted two fingers into the goo, pulling them out coated with the stuff. He tentivly held them up to his mouth and caught the drippings with his tounge as they fell. Kruptos elbowed him in his side, a clear warning to stop playing with it. The movement caused what was on Neos's fingers to fall and splatter on his pants. He placed the can on the empty space on his other side, trying to get the goo off of his pants without using his jacket as a makeshift napkin as he would have normally done.
"Where do you think, Smarty?" Thallos blurted out "While you were taking a we bit of a nap some of us went looking for some grub." Neos didn't reply and dug a chunk of meat from the can, fishing it from it's jelly-like prison. He bit off a piece, it wasn't so bad. Oh, wait, yeah it's really bad. The meat old and long since inedible, he swallowed not bothering to chew it too much, the meat was falling apart and seemed to be dissolving in his mouth. The gamey, irony and sour taste making it hard to even stand the taste of it. He gave a full body shutter, eyebrows sewn together. He hoped better on the peas which he managed to fish out a small handful. They weren't bad, to say the least, starchy and mostly lacking in any flavor at all. The carrots didn't look safe to eat at all, after pulling one from the goo it was mushy and collapsing between his fingers. They were greatly discolored, very, very light orange barely tinted it and they had black tips on both ends. Neos took a bite from the center, avoiding to black tips, and had to hold back his gag reflex. Sliex, Scandia and Glenn had been watching him the entire time, savoring his expression of disgust. As Neos had been forced by his growling stomach and also by the look Astatos, the snake like woman, gave him to eat the supposed 'Soup'.
The fire had begun to dim and Kruptos stood, making his way to the pile of wood, that was in fact not there when he feel asleep. He grabbed two relatively large chunks of wood and tossed them into the fire, making the flames grow intensely bright and ashes scatter on the floor. The small orange light going out as soon as they hit the floor. Some fighting to stay lit, bouncing momentarily until they too went out. Even some ashes dying out and sacrificing there light before they can even touch the ground. The life or death struggle that lasted only a second or two, but existed none the less. That was probably what they were doing, fighting for life, but would go out no matter how hard they tried or how brightly they were lit. Once separated from their start they would reach there end, funny how that worked. After Neos had finished eating, the small talk began again, words trying to fill the silence.
"Scandia was adorable as a little lass." Thallos said a smile cracking his face. Scandia and Neos tried to ignore the conversation as best as possible, but to no avail. Somehow the conversation had evolved into the two of them as children, digging up old memories of the idiotic things they did as four year olds. Everyone except the snake woman and the lanky man, that Neos still hadn't learned his name, were listening. Laughing at the story Thallos told about how Scandia tried to ride down a hill on a skateboard and ended up face planting into the street. Silex was more or less interested in the stories which made Neos more red faced when Kruptos brought something up long since forgotten about.
"Are mom really loved cataloging all of me and Neos's memories," he started "but the only one that even now still really stands out was how Neos's first word was my name." He had a sheepish smile, something so small and trivial was one of his best memories. Sil turned to Neos and before Neos could turn his face toward the floor to somehow save him some of the embarrassment he could have sworn that was a smile Sil had on his face.
Neos pulled the pocket-watch out of his jacket pocket. The adults continued to chat and Neos had long since abandon he conversation . The attempt at filling the dead silence of the dead outside world was a complete failure, so why bother.
When the night came they crowded around in a small circle, the brisk air was cold against their backs and anywhere not exposed to the still burning fire but it was a safe and welcome hug to what could have been. Neos turned to Glenn and gave a small smile, the smile was returned from the boy. Glenn pulled off the small duffle bag he had been carrying on his back, rummaging for awhile before pulling out a box. A fond smile formed on his face as he looked onto his secret possession and started twisting the small crank on the side. By this time mostly everyone was lying down in the safety of the four walls, conceled from anyone or anything who could harm them. Outcast but safe, Glenn flicked the lid of the box open and a piano song started playing. A song mostly everyone in Periodica had heard at least once "As Many Times As Always" by a man from before the happening. Smiles began to break into the faces of the escapees, childish grins and happy memories returning.
It wasn't so bad was it? They could be dead or worse, and something worse then death could happen when one was talking about the Periodica government. The music strummed on, a quiet and cheerful little tune, but had so much effect on the mood. Good thoughts seemed to only come when the mind wandered before shutting off for a nights sleep.
Neos's eyes began to droop as he blow out a puff of icy, cold breath. Kruptos put a warm arm around him as he fell asleep, through he seemed all muscle and stern expressions Kruptos was a real softy when it came to his little brother.
HIs eyes sapped open as a twig snapped. A frightening sound in the dead of night, the music from the music box had stopped playing long ago and rested as well on the floor with the duffle bag. A quiet screeching sound in the distance, the wind picked up outside. Howling wind, the screeching got louder and now was the sound of somethings heavy breathing. He jumped as he heard a whisper in his ear, it was Radon.
"Hey kid, wake up." His voice was just a whisper "Do you here that?"
"Good. I'm going to check it out. Wait here."
The ginger heard the sound of Radon standing up as the old leaves from the flower shop crunched under his feet and crunched again and again as he walked. A clicking noise and the screech of metal on metal, wind howling and darkness was darker here in the woods. He curled in on himself, It was nothing, He tired to tell himself. The sound of wood creaking under weight and then a distant scream that could be made out a a 'no!'. Neos shot upright and jumped to his feet. The sound of someone sharpening their knife that was slow and then got faster and faster, an insane laughter, footsteps and then a scream, percing the night. It was pitch black and hard to see. Neos was about to scream, wake the entire gang up, something sounded like some one struck a match right next to his ear and things went black.
He woke up this time to a different song playing from the small blue and gold box. He didn't know this song and was paying more attention to that then someone shaking his arm. Neos's eyes were half-lidded, and he was vaguely aware of someone calling his name. The song still playing, and his head still swimming. Naive bliss, nothing was wrong when everything only half exists, half real and half a blurry black imagination universe.
He shot upright.
"Where is he?" He yelled in a panic. Sleepiness completely forgotten. His sudden outburst earned him the turn of a few suspicious heads from various places around the small camp sight.
"Where's who?" Asked a girl, who he learns her name as Scandia, in a sweet tone.
"Radon. Where's Radon."
"He's been gone since I've woken up."
Neos hurried to his feet and black spots smeared his vision. Rubbing his eyes he stumbled forward where the brother of Scandia caught him.
"Ahoy! You sure this one didn't bust his head on something and become a moron?" A low throughty laugh along with want used to be call 'a Scottish accent'. " I'm just joking with you, son." He patted him on the back and continued to laugh.
Running probably wasn't the best thing to try, but Neos needed to know where the man, Radon, was. Also what was the sudden ominous, seemingly deadly feeling last night.
Walking as fast as he could, nearly tripping over everything, he reached the end if the clearing they had stayed in last night.
"Radon!" His vision swam.
"Hey, hey, Kiddo!" The reassuring voice of Kruptos by his side, holding Neos's shoulders the make sure he didn't fall.
" something took him, h-he left and, and,"
His sudden outburst was drawing in the escapees. All with questioning looks, and some with realization written upon there faces.A few of the men stood from there resting place on the ground, seriousness written across their faces. Scandia also stood brushing small sticks and dirt off of her blue, white laced dress.
"Eh, where do you think 'er going, lass?" Said the once Scottish seeming man.
"With you, obviously."
"No ye aren't."
The young woman had the perfect example of disbelief in her features.
A chuckle " 'cause you be a lass."
Her face turned red, not because of embarrassment but with just pure rage. "Go eff yourself, Thallos." She said through gritted teeth, eyebrows knitted together. A few of the men were clearly trying to not laugh, cheeks puffed up and red faced and they cover there mouths with their hands. The snake-like woman was smirking, the most human emotion they could get out of her.
Scandia lead the way into the city as some of the others followed. Neos ran after them.
Once Neos had caught up with everyone else they were already half way down the block. 'It was the thing Scandia saw' he thought to himself. A click and Neos spun on his heels, bracing himself for fight or flight. Nothing stood menacingly behind him, knife freshly sharpened form the night before, but the clicking became a constant sound. A sharp pain in Neos's jaw alerted him that the clicking was just his own chattering. He gave a poor excuse of a laugh before quickly walking after the others who didn't notice his halt.
Silex looked a little bit nervous but that's probably because he always looked nervous. Years of living and growing up in the poorest part of town, Semimetal, had to have been tough. Constantly looking over your shoulder hoping not to be being followed be shady looking men or worse the thugs and get robbed and practically beaten to death. Neos would have loved to rip Sil free of all of that, brought him to him and his brother's inherited mansion in the middle of the city. Only give him the best and not care about the disapproving looks and whispers of the high class snobs that consisted of their neighbors, and almost everyone else after that. Now that they were in the same boat it didn't really matter, there was no going back.
They all kept walking. Neos trailing behind them on wobbly legs, the more he thought about it the more the situation was horrific. He hoped last night had been a dream, hoped Radon had just conveniently gone outside to use the washroom or look for food. He hoped for anything but reality as the group got to the end of the street. The wind slightly picking up just as they past a corner store, blowing the smell of rotting meat through them.
"Ugh!" Scandia yelled "What is that?" She demanded to know as she cupped her hands over her mouth and nose. The smell was putrid, as if an animal had been cut open and it's guts removed and tossed on the floor.
The knife sharpening in the night.
Realization of what this could be dawn on Neos. He was at the door of the shop, with black tinted one way glass, within a matter of seconds. He through one of the twin doors to the shop open and the smell overpowered him. He turned back, vomit rising in his throat but he managed to hold his disgusting dinner from last night down. There was no promise he would be getting anymore soon. Neos pulled his jacket over his mouth and nose. As did everyone else as the fermented air rushed free from the building and was replaced by clean, fresh air that was instantly tainted with the smell upon entering.
Despite the still very much lingering odor Neos hesitantly went inside.
A small hallway lead into a dinning room once you've rounded the corner. The sound of pattering feet in the next room over stalled him slightly but with the rest of the group following behind him he bravely step forward.
Rounding the corner he was met with a mentally scaring image that would no matter how much time has passed will never fade. A scaly creature with bulges of transparent flesh jutting out of it's back, filled with a brown liquid. The creature wasn't big, about the size of a cat, but that wasn't the frightening part. The animal, if it could even be called an animal, was feasting on a corpse, mouth unhinged and trying to rip off big chunks of the body. The corpse was Radon. Face frozen to show terror was the last thing that he had felt, other then the knife. Stomach sliced open and entrails laces around his body. The scene resembled what someone would do with flowers around a dead family members body in the casket. Resembled what Neos and Kruptos did when their mother had passed, filled her resting tomb with flowers. A sick joke.
Neos looked away from the body and over to the blood covered knife, laying next to the frog like creature. The odor intensified as he ventured closer to the body, the mutant growled at him, a low throaty sound that sounded like the creature was in pain from making it. Rationality didn't exist at the moment, Neos grabbed the handle to the blade and drove it through the creature, then the body. The sound the creature made was enough to scare any living thing, a series of loud screeches and thrashing limbs. Neos removed the knife from the animal, he turned to the group. Only Kruptos stood in the door way, leaning on the door frame.
"They couldn't take it," his voice was a calming whipsper. Much like how he would calm Neos down when he was a kid and would have nightmares about the early death of his mother. Knife still in hand he stumbled toward his brother. Falling into his brother's outstretched arms tears blurred his vision, the old pain of his parents death was still very much alive after all this time.
"It reminds you of her, doesn't it?" He said, sounding like the older more experienced brother he was "Just keep moving on, Bud, I promise you we'll all keep marching on."
He held his little brother close, very much reminded of the kids who stood by the twin graves, one old and one new, mourning there abandonment.
"Now come on." Kruptos said dragging Neos out of the building.
He wasn't going to cry. Him? No. He was a strong independent escapee who didn't need no tears blurring his vision.
He made his way outside, his brother standing behind him for support. Silex gave him a smile when he came through the twin doors before looking back down. Sil, Thallos and Scandia were all sitting on a small bench that was outside. Glenn was bumming around the street, sitting on the curb then getting back up walking around some more before sitting in a different spot on the curb. Everyone else had stayed at the flower shop or went out looking for Radon in a different direction, so to cover more ground. Neos slid the knife through his belt loop and walked over to the bench. Sil made a motion to stand and give Neos his seat but Neos pushed him back down onto the bench by his shoulders.
"It's fine, really." He gave the most suave smile he could manage. Silex nodded slightly before looking back at the floor.
They sat deflated for, any bravo that was showing earlier today had quickly vanished. Neos sank to the floor, using the legs of the bench as a backboard. He rubbed his hands over his face and just kept his hands over his eyes, willing this whole thing to go away.
"Let's go back," Neos could tell Kruptos's expression through his words. He heard the footsteps of the three sitting on the bench getting up.
"Come on, Neos."
Neos quickly looked up from the small patch of darkness he had created. Silex stood in front of him hand outstretched offering to help Neos up.
Neos took the hand with a gracious smile and pulled himself up. Once they were both standing, Neos still held onto Sil's hand, maybe a little longer then normal before breaking the contact and heading back to the floral shop. Astatos's scowling expression was the first thing they saw upon entering the shop.
That's right...they forgot about her.
She turned, flipping her black hair as a sign that she was enraged with them. No one bothered to make amended it would only be a piss in the wind. Everyone went there own way afterwards, sitting on the tree branch seats, tracing pictures in the layer of dirt on the ground, pacing around the length of the room. Whatever they did they were waiting for the lanky man, and Tungsten to return from the already completed search.
Mid-day came rolling lazily in, the sun warm the air and the two mostly silent men came through the door. Setting off a small little bell that Kruptos had found and fit back in it's original place above the door. Neos had been working hard to forget the events of earlier that day, willing them to be erased. He convinced himself it was a dream or a story he heard as a vividly imaginative child. The knife he told himself he found it while in the laundry matt yesterday and Kruptos allowed him to keep it.
"Tungsten and Khloros didn' find anyone." Tungsten said. Neos perked up at the new name, Khloros, the set of names where complete.
Neos did a head count of the team:
Astatos, the snake woman.
Silex, the nervous fifth-teen year old.
Khloros, the green haired man.
Kruptos, his brother.
Scandia, the nine-teen year old girl.
Thallos, her brother.
Tungsten, the huge and well muscled man
and lastly Glenn, the strange kid that is out in the wasteland with them for some unknown reason.
He made a mental note to ask Glenn about that later and smiled to himself. Just the nine of them.
"We should get moving actually." Thallos said, not wanting to stay here any longer. Glenn stood and through his duffle bag over his shoulder, his expression was a statement 'Ready to go!' it declared. Everyone else stood and Neos frantically tried to finish the small drawing he was working on in the dust. Lying on his stomach and already covered in the dust he had airborne by the constant moving of his fingers. With the final line complete Neos jumped to his feet to see his handy work from a higher point of work. A grand piano stared back at him next to it stood a butcher with quit a large belly who was branching a butching knife trying to reach out from the dust and pull you in. He smiled, not to bad if he did say so himself. Kruptos's voice drew him out of the trans the drawing had put him in.
"Were leaving,kid." He said " Don't want to stay around here to long.". Neos looked around the room, he was the only one actually inside the building. Kruptos stood outside waiting for him to get a move on and Scandia poked her head in side, waiting expectantly.
"Oh, sorry." Neos said, taking one last glance at his master piece and ran to the door.
They walked light, they really had nothing to begin with anyway. Still they didn't pick up any little trinkets that caught their fancy, they would only add up until they turned into a more of a burden that a meaningless little toy. Nature was beginning to reclaim what was rightfully hers and grow over the abandoned buildings with green veins and small plants growing up between the cracks of the side walk and street. The grey faded city was being to be claimed as a domain for plants of many different varies.
Kruptos and Thallos seemed to be a little bit on edge because of something. Scandia was nervous,always looking over her shoulder only to find Glenn walking behind her and when he saw he was being noticed he would give a bright smile. Silex walked next to Neos which made him feel the need to do anything he was doing to the best of his ability. Which was just pretty much only walking but he couldn't look dumb by tripping over his own two feet.
"What the heck is that?" Khloros, who against Thallos's advice walk was good distance ahead of them, stated in question like format.
It looked like a doll with a rattling tail was curled up into a tight ball, leaving its button eyes poking out and rattler shaking viciously. The toy was made up of different colored patches, probably stuffed with old cotton. Khloros bent down to examine it closely, turning his head as the gang approached him. He turned back towards the toy, it was gone. He brushed it off as his imagination, being more vivid and realistic as it had ever been even as a child.
They walked until it was dark, food wasn't a choice, there was none. They had reached the outskirts of city and decided to venture farther, into the neighborhoods and find a actual place to sleep.
A two story corner house was chosen as the current residents. It was old but looked sturdy and what wasn't old here. They turned the door knob and it was unlocked or was locked and time just made it easier to open. Neos experimentally flipped the switches attached the the wall next to the door. Surprisingly a low , steady almost inaudible sound covered the house. The lights flickered and went off, they flickered again and stayed on for a short period of time before turning off once more. Finally the lights flickered on and stayed in this condition, sometime dimming and treating to go out but not carrying out its treats.
A large living room at the other end of the door. A pale colored carpet, the house seemed fully furnished. Items littered a large portion of the floor, someone had leaven in a hurry. The living room lead into a smaller room, most likely the dinning room. The one on the other wall attached to the dinning room was a kitchen, sterling pots and pans hung from the ceiling rack.
"Me, Sil, Glenn and Scandia will take the top floor." Neos said ecstatic. This house greatly resembled where he and Kruptos had lived back in Periodica. Without the consent of the others he ran to the staircase, jumping over the personal items of however lived here before. Silex, Glenn and Scandia followed him. The floor boards creaking under there weight.
Something wasn't right here. The floor was clean of dust, yet some of the windows had been open slightly. The wood was still polish and looking new. These things could have been overlooked if someone wasn't actually trying to spot the flaws. Neos's stomach growled, the lack of food not doing well for the level if how much he cared. The upstairs hallway was dark but once the switch was located the hall reveled four rooms. Thallos, Kruptos and Tungsten searched the house, bottom to top. Behind every door, inside every room , every corner and under all the beds. Looked anywhere anything could hide.
The searched resulted in nothing, the house appeared to be safe and the adult down stairs were settling in. Laying on the couches or reclining a expensive looking leather chair to sleep on. The four upstairs, though provided with two upstairs bedrooms, a upstairs second living room and a king sized bathroom, all decided to sleep together in the same room. It looked like the master bedroom, the inside lined with Cushy carpet and a huge bed with four what looked to be maple wood bed posts. A sofa sat in front of a large not working t.v, at the pull of a lever it transformed into a quit large bed.
"Me an' Glenn will sleep on the couch" she announced, sleepy smile looking at the cushions instead of a flower shop's floor. Neos yawned and took the top comforter off the bed and handed it to her. The house was plenty warm and he didn't think the blanket was that much of a deal. Neos kick off his shoes, took off his jacket and climbed beneath the two blankets reminding on the bed, closing his eyes to enjoy the softness. It wasn't until he felt the slump of the matterice give way to another body did he realize who he'd been sharing with tonight. He cracked one eye open, looking at Sil and how he faced his direction, adjusting the pillow to be more comfy. He smiled to himself, snaking the arm he currently wasn't laying on over to Sil's side of the bed. Grabbing his arm and playing with his fingers. Silex didn't seem to mind much, he most likely had a younger brother or sister at home, actually once had a brother or sister at what was once his home, that did this a lot. Kruptos came upstairs a little more the a minute later to cheek if we were all in bed. He left turning off the light and only leaving a small amount of light from down stairs to find there way into the bedroom. He closed his eyes, Sil's presents making it easy to fall asleep. He felt himself slowing slipping into sleep before he fell in entirely.
Once again he awoke in darkness. A small pattering sound coming from the hall outside the room. They sounded something close to footsteps but not quit, the sound was slow, deliberate. The padding continued, away from the door. It sounded like it was at the end of the hall, the second upstairs bedroom, empty.
The door was pushed open.The sound entered. Sound was muffled but Neos could make out it was circling the perimeter of the room. It stopped for a brief second before exiting the empty room with a click of the closing door. The padding in the hall again, but only for a few steps.
The door to the upstairs bathroom, empty. The bathroom floor was lined with tile and the sound was much more clear, it sounded was similar the movement of a horse's walking. Except the movement didn't sound like hooves, but something softer, it sounded like-flesh. The movement circled the large bathroom before the click was heard. The padding continued to the third room, the upstairs second living room, empty.
Until this point Neos could only lay in the soft, plush, warm bed listening to the potential danger lurking in and out of the rooms. He reached forward, the blankets ruffling. The padding stopped and so did he. Frozen in time, not breathing, not moving, only waiting. After what seem to be a silent showdown the padding continued.
The living room door, had a more audible squeaking hinges. Neos roughly tugged on Sil's long shirt sleeve, the grey haired boy was pulled out of his sleep-world and into the real one.
"Ne-." Neos quickly covered his mouth. Waiting and listening for the padding, but the noise seemed oblivious and continued its march around the large living room. Neos felt Sil tense, hearing the sound he had slept through most of its tirade. The sound entered the hallway.
The door was back in place. The thing was in the hallway now. It was speaking, a quite and raspy sound.
"Going to find-it."
"Going to rip it apart."
"I will...rip off their limbs."
Sometimes it would giggle while explaining in extrodinarly vivid detail how it had a four step plan to: slice, dice, rip and repeat with another.
The steps were slow. Strolling down the hallway. It reached their already half way open door with a pause, a sound.
In the position Sil and Neos had moved into during the time they were sleeping they both had a clear view of the door. A-Thing- stood, no laid in the door way. The left half of what was proposed to be something of a human face had been separated what looked to be in a painful way. The separation looked like it had been done by car, the tire tracks were evident on the gory, maimed flesh that looked almost new. It supported itself on its hands, dragging the low half of its body around. The feet of the thing seemed to be hacked off and the legs shredded as if had been chopped into individual slivers. Pools of blood trailing from its legs. The insomniac smile of someone who had been awake so long there skin was peeling off. The smile lead over to the missing side of its face. The teeth, the large incisors that filled its mouth leading down the missing half of his face creating a grotesque sight.
Sil did something Neos in a million years, let only six seconds, would have not been able to get enough courage to do.
While Kruptos was looking through the room they were currently stationed in, the closet reviled a large black trunk. They curiously opened it to revel a collection of baseball paraphernalia. Sil had been especially drawn to a blue and silver colored baseball bat with a signature in the side that read 'Babe Ruth'. Silex had rested the bat between the night side table and the bed. He was planning to take it with him on the march tomorrow.
The creature, if your willing to call it by such names, entered the room. Using its downward facing palms as feet. The thing was smiling more, the smile so big compared to its half a face. Blood that resembled that of a road killed animal's seeped from its face, the skin cracking and becoming broken from the force of the smile.
When faced with the smiling threat that moved closer to the bed with ever oddly coordinated hobble Silex took hold of the rapped handle of the sturdy aluminum bat. As soon as the thing unhinged the half of its bloody jaw the bat made contact with its face. The creature hissed as it was flung half away across the room. With unnatural speed from its lack of legs the thing jumped tackling Sil to the floor. The unhinged jaw gnawed the bat in its mouth, a mixture of saliva and blood dripping from it. The bat, the only thing between Sil and the creature who was more or- yeah, more-trying to to rip out his throat. The violence toward Silex made Neos spring into action. The knife which he had tucked between the mattress and the mattress supports was in his hand in a matter of seconds.
"What-What's going on!" The voice of Scandia, they must have waken her up at some point. Not that they were really even trying to keep the noise down.
Neos only thought about her for a second before he was at the thing grabbing the shoulder of it and digging the knife into its back. The creature screeched but the blood curdling sound was not enough for Neos to stop twisting the knife around in its back. With another cry of pain the thing turned, digging what could have been twenty to thirty teeth into his forearm. Neos winced but the attack of the creature didn't last long. The creature jerked suddenly to the left, a loud thud sound happened at about the same time. The right remaining side of the creature's face was caved in, the indent of a baseball bat in the crushed skull. The thing's right eye was forced out of the socket by the impact and now hung limply, only attached by a thin string of black flesh.
Neos used his foot to kick it from where it still had its fangs sunk into his forearm. The creature slumped to the floor, still for a few seconds. Both Neos and Sil jumped back when the creature let out one final screech and used it's claws to rip off anything he could on his own face. When it moved on to its own throat it ripped off a chunk, stilling himself instantly.
They stared at it dumbly for a few minutes only to confirm its death. Neos turned his attention toward his bitten arm. He looked just in time to see two sharp incisors, which had broken off from that things mouth, disappear under the skin. His eyes widened and he looked up at Silex to see if he noticed, but he was nudging the corpse with the tip of his bat. He turned just in time to see Neos looking at him. He smiled, until be looked down at his arm which a few trails of blood had began to make there way to the ground.
"Neos," he said, sounding alarmed and worried. He probably didn't even notice the thing bit him in the heat of the moment. "Wait here. I'll go get something to stop the bleeding." He quickly left the room and went into the neighboring bathroom. He came back with a old cloth which he probably salvaged from the bathroom cabinets and a small cup of what water he could force out of the pipe for the sink. He came in and flicked on the light ceiling light, which gave off more light then the small lamp left on for the night. Scandia and Glenn rose from the couch they were on.
"Go get the others," Neos said as Sil patched up his arm. "We're getting out of here, it's not safe."
Scandia ran down the stair calling for everyone else to wake up. "What the." The bottom of the stairs the living room was desolate. The couches and chairs were obviously occupied earlier but the lights downstairs were on and the front door was flung wide open. She walked into the kitchen on high guard. "Thallos? Guys? Anyone?" She went back to the top floor to report the new.
" There all gone." She said, assuming the worst happened to her brother and clenched her fist, anger rising in her.
"Then lets move." Neos said, taking up the roll of temporary leader. He had a makeshift bandage covering the bitten area ,made out of a tore piece of the dark red bed sheet back in the bedroom. Glenn, Scandia and Neos where down the stairs and making their way to the door when Sil came down. He had the brown, leather bag that he and Neos had saw in the closet while looking through the baseball trunk. Silex, without a word, walked straight to the kitchen. The three poked there heads into the room. Neos still felt the rush of aderenilan coercing through his veins and was short tempered when Sil started opening all the cabinets and drawer. The leather sack was thrown on the counter and Sil started packing it with the content of the cabinets. Cans of vegetables, mince meat, and spam. Once the food was in the bag, Sil turned to the utensils drawer, filling the empty space of the bag with knives and fork. He latched the bag shut and through it roughly over his shoulder.
He walked over towards the living room. Picking up his baseball bat on the way. It dragged across the tile making an ominous scraping sound. Silex smiled, not he smile of the sniveling little kid from the jail cell back in Periodica but the smile of someone who fought a creature and saw the dead body of a man he had traveled with.
They went out the back door of the house. The sun was not due to rise until a few hours later, but waiting wasn't an option. The house wasn't safe, and the others were gone. Not a note, not a trace. The only sign they had once been there was the rumpled or reclined chairs and couches. There were no jokes then. Danger reared it's bloody and killing head at night and the city was showing its true colors. The air surrounded them, cold fall air. Neos had forgotten his jacket inside on the desk chair. He's wasn't going back for it, that was the house he became a murderer in. The creature wasn't human, but it seemed Neos had been changed in that house. Turned into something worse then the monster itself in that house. There was no regret nor remorse, but some part of his mind told him he had been wrong. Things hid in the dark, anything and everything hid in the dark. Hid in every building, under every upturned or abandoned car, causing the rustle in the bushes. They hid in the wind, they were the trees, they didn't only hide in the the darkness they caused it.
Neos could explain why only now did the darkness affect him. There was no light, the moon was being covered in a thick array of clouds. The night was overwhelming with its shapeless for and was becoming harder and harder to tread. The darkness would not turn to light, the bad things wouldn't allow it. 'Everything is alright.' He could here Kruptos say. Heehee Kruptos, his "brother" had abandon him. Not that it really mattered anyway. When hadn't everyone and everything abandon him? It was only logical that Kruptos would be gone next.
The boogie men chattered, and snarled as he passed them. Feeling numb and not caring he strolled past them. Something told him where they hid in the shadows, which ones would be to frightened to attack and the ones that could rip him in half.
Thoughts of suicide crossed his mind more then once but were would that leave the others, Silex. Something inside him was slipping, the adrenaline long since faded, unnerving thoughts entering his mind.
He saw a silhouette at the other end of the street, gesturing at him frantically, looking both ways constantly. Something about this man drew him nearer. Without checking on state of the three others he ventured across. His vision was not as accurate, blurring and white around the perimeter. Even so he made it across the street, when he looked at the man at a closer distance he wasn't familiar, he would not be familiar to anyone. Not what Neos was assuming used to be his family not his long stilled friends. It wasn't human, at night here nothing was human, he didn't even feel like a human himself. Black slacks, and a twill pattern jacket, covering a purple Black Sabbath t-shirt. The man was normal until you looked directly to his face. Eyes, nose, mouth, everything on his face had been scraped off. The skin grown back over it, creating a lumped uneven platform.
No fear, no expression, just silence. They stand while Neos stared at it and it just faced him with what he had left on his face. Neos didn't get scared, couldn't get scared. A sickening calm came over his body. No one. No one should be this-calm-while staring into this, this creature of the abandon streets.
"Abandoned." Neos's mouth moved without his consent.
The creature turned and with his awkwardly lanky body it took large strides. Stepping on each crack in the side walk. A long arm stretched behind the body, twisted in a unnatural way. Gesturing to be followed.
So he did. He followed it. Without fear and unsure if the others were following. They could have been, they could have gotten lost, caught, maybe they never existed in the first place. They walked, bedtime monster out from under the bed in every alley, reaching out to him, trying to pull him to them. Neos didn't stop for them, couldn't stop, his legs moved one after the other. Still Neos felt no fear, they walked down a neighborhood. Though they had been walking in one direction they made it to a familiar house. The two story house Neos had left from earlier. The sun had risen at some point and he saw himself and the gang enter the house.
"Me, Sil, Glenn and Scandia will take the top floor." Someone unfamiliar said ecstatic.
The creature tapped Neos's shoulder, directing his attention towards a crawling shape about a hundred feet or so from where they were standing. He walked over to it. He could hear it say something like:
"Going to find-it."
"Going to rip it apart."
"I will...rip off their limbs."
Then it would give a psychotic giggle. With the giggle it drew some kind of maniac rage from Neos. He brought his black boots up, then down on the things head, cracking it instantly.
Everything turned black.
The darkness was back.
Invading his skull.
Light shone through the window. Neos lifted his head from the mess of pillows. Ginger hair sticking in every direction and shirt ridden up exposing a small portion of his belly. The movement woke up Sil who was splayed out across the bed with his face borrowed into a sea of dark red pillows.
"Hum?" He sounded unsure of what was going on. He had the blank, buffering look on his face, most likely wondering where he was and why. The sun wasn't very high in the sky but was high enough that it could be safely considered to be eight o'clock. Neos stared at Sil as he fumbled around, obviously still half asleep.
Stop staring you creeper.
Neos jumped and then froze. " Um.Hello? Is anyone here?" He he said below whispered, not wanting to look weird if the voice was just his imagination.
Of course there's someone here.
The voice seemed to be in his head. Neos yawned and laid back down. If today was the first day of his insanity then you'd better be darn well sure he was going to sleep in. He pulled the blankets over his head and closed his eyes.
You better not be going back to sleep, PrincessLeah.
Some one nudged his arm and Neos pulled the blankets down just enough that his eyes were showing. Silex, with messy hair, gave him a smile.
"Good morning." He said
"Uh," Neos forgot what he was supposed to say in response "oh! Yeah, good morning." He smiled back and then resized how horrible he must have looked. Before he had a chance to concern over how he look Sil stopped smiling.
"Neos, do-do you remember that thing," he paused "that creature from last night?"
Neos froze, memory flooding back like lava erupting from a volcano and heading hungrily and exited toward a small village at it's base. Neos sprang from the bed, becoming instantly cold as the floor made contact with his bare feet. There was no mangled body by the door, there was no maimed corpse at the foot of the bed. The knife was not drenched in road kill color blood and neither was the baseball bat. Neos rubbed his eyes, glad to not see anything. Just a dream, but if it really was a dream why did Sil know about it? A second thought, what about the others down stairs?
"I'll be right back." He said, heading for the door.
"I'm coming to." Silex was out of the warm bed and walking closer to him. It really wasn't a question but a statement, an order.
Neos smirked. Would the Sil back in the Periodica prison cell be this brave? He douted it. They trotted down the stair case looking ahead into the living room. There were four adults still fast asleep on the chairs or couches, someone was missing. Sil and Neos checked in the kitchen, then the bathroom, the upstairs room and then the upstairs bathroom. Something steered him towards the front door, told him he'd find what he was looking for outside.
Actually I just told him to go outside.
Who even are you?
I'm your subconscious mind narrator.
And why haven't you talked before?
Because that's called breaking the fourth wall.
Then your breaking the fourth wall right now.
Oh shut up and go check outside, don't get sassy with me!
Neos when to the door, pushing it open. Across the street was where a large tree stood. Something long hung from a branch. Curiosity drew Neos closer, without shoes or a jacket he journeyed out into the yard. Someone stood next to the tree, seemingly admiring the hanging object. Neos ventured into the street, Sil right on his heels. He jerked to a halt in the middle of it. A body, a corpse hung from the tree. The face had long since lost all of its color, and was now an even paler color. The tree itself looked to be the suspect, one of its branches twisted around the corpses neck, over and over again. Khloros hung from the tree. He just hung, body limp and head hung, allowing he dark green hair to cover his eyes. The branch twisted around his next was covered in claw marks. He must have attempted to rip the thing of of him but to no avail.
Neos would go no closer. He wasn't afraid of the body, no, not at all, it looked almost natural hanging there, as if it was suppose to be there. His legs wouldn't move however, any movement would result in going backwards. He wasn't controlling himself, something else was. Something more experienced with these things, these creatures and it was telling him to go back. He tore his eyes off of the creature and stared down at his arm. The bite marks were still there, the skin had grown back over them but the scars still remained. Two slight bulges poked out from under his skin. He brought his hand up, skimming them across the marks. His fingers reached the bulges, hard, pointy, and so, so teeth like. He felt bile rise in his throat, the creature was inside him. That damned thing was contorting his thoughts and replacing them with its own. The man by the tree didn't turn, he just continued to stare at the hung man.
Without a face to see it was beyond normal that Neos could see the man smiling. Could sense the deranged smile the man possessed. What was wrong with him? A mutant? A monster? A freak of nature? He could have been almost anything. Maybe he was human, not a member of the living dead, not a creature somehow melted together with a human. Someone who was of the same species. Blinding hope drew him closer.
Neos's head began to ache. A sharp stabbing pain. The creature that now had a say in his judgement was fighting him. Neos forced one leg after the other. Dragging himself along, nearer and nearer to the man. He could hear Sil's constant protest, but kept walking. His vision began to swim, the monster now trying to force him away with pain. He walked through the pain, Sil was practically screaming at him now.The crack of bones sounded through his body, he did not make it to the man before he blacked out.
When you lose something important to you first comes denial. Kruptos ran through the city. Looking, praying, beveling he would find his younger brother. He shoved aside every single one of his emotions, he had to put on a brave face.Act like his brother was just hiding, hiding that's it. Neos and Silex were just messing with him, a practical just that had gone a little to far. He ran still an aching in his chest that would not go away.
Secondly comes rage. This was Neos's fault, this was Silex's fault. It was his own God damn, Satan blessed fault. With gritted teeth and a heavy breath Kruptos still ran. Head franticly turning from one side to the other in hope that Neos would be there, somewhere. Hiding in one of the buildings. Kruptos wondered when Sil would just come out and confess to the joke. He begged that Silex would say it was a joke.
Then comes that desperate feeling that nothing can fix. The one thing he had left was gone. Silex had ran into the house, waking everyone up, screaming and sobbing that something took Neos. The man by the tree, the tree that hung Khloros's body, had grabbed him. Sil had ran after him, after the man in the white and black checkered skinny jeans and a beige shirt with a bow tie. He thought himself a failure, no matter how fast he had run the man had run faster. He lost him when they turned into a back alley and by the time little Sil had caught up they had both vanished. He had run back tot the house, begging for help. Tears had been running nonstop down his face for awhile now. He didn't know what anyone else could do for Neos, but it had to be something, anything.
Once Kruptos had heard Neos was gone he left, running and yelling for his brother. There was no responce. The longer Sil waited, slumped down on the chair, the more hope he was losing. He told himself again and again Neos would come back, he had to come back. Scandia came and sat on the arm rest. She gave him an awkward hug from the position she was sitting. Sil didn't move, he still sat in the same position of his hand covering his eyes.
"He felt the same about you." Scandia said when she saw he showed no emotion. He looked up at her, eyes red with tears, he had a puzzled look on his face.
"Don't tell him I'm the one who let the cat out of the bag when he comes back though." She put her finger over her mouth in a you-didn't-hear-it-from-me motion. Then winked as she slid off of the couch. "And trust me, we will get him back."
They had a small dinner if the Spam and vegetables that were scattered around in the kitchen. Kruptos came back soon after dinner, blank expression on his face. He avoid any contact with Silex, not going near and and not even looking at him.
"We should get walking." Thallos said. He walked to the door and the others followed. Kruptos stalled momentarily before going along. Neos ran upstairs and grabbed his autographed bat. Once the weight filled his hand he turned to leave, Neos's knife laid on the bedside table. He stared at it for a long moment before grabbing it and putting it in his belt loop. He throw open the drawer and pulled out an old piece of paper, a pen with barley useable ink and wrote a quick note.
He ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. Silex came out of the house with a steak knife and a note. He closed the door and drove the knife through the note attaching it to the door. The handle vibrated due to the force of impact and he jogged to catch up with the others who waited on the sidewalk. No one asked what the note said, they didn't ask why he put the note on the door, they didn't ask why he had such blinding hope Neos would escape and return to them. They just began to walk. Not once glancing at the hung body and Kruptos not even acknowledging Sil's existence. They just walked.
Glenn had been oddly silent since he woke up. So had Astatos and Tungsten, something was defiantly wrong. Sil didn't care about the silence, he only stared blankly ahead of him looking but not exacally seeing. He continued to run the lines of the note over and over in his head. Wishing he could have had more time to think, wishing there was more he could have added. He should have wrote that there was still something he desperately needed to tell him, wanted to write and beg for him to catch up with him soon. If anything he should have wrote he would believe he was alive and that he would find him somehow. The rest of the day went by numbly and in silence.
It was to late to risk going into a house. To many room that the things could be hiding in, not many corners and hole and space. They settled for a small dinner with comfy booths and a small space. It was quickly checked over and when the search turn up nothing they either sat or laid on a booth they choose. Glenn, Scandia and Silex sat at one of the larger booths offering comfort to one another. The light from the skylight wasn't much but they whispered to each other only able to make out the shape of the others.
Sil was using his arms as pillows as Scandia toyed with his hair. Turning pieces into short braids and straightening it out using her fingers to comb through his hair. Glenn sat leaned against her with his feet up on the seat. He had probably been asleep for some time at this point. Scandia's fingers slowed, a sign she was dozing off as well .
At some point Sil had also fallen asleep, and he awoke standing fully straight on the floor of a rusted metal what looked like a bunker. Neos sat blind folded on a metal chair. Sil's eyes widened in horror.
"Neos!" He screamed "Neos I'm here!" The sound wouldn't come out of his mouth. The man in the beige shirt that took Neos burst through the door opening it violently and walked straight over to him. Sil was still unable to see it's face but the man paid him no mind.
He had a tool belt every pocket and holster was filled with sharp,shiny metal, Cutting knives, shards of glass, old rusted surgery tools. Neos twitched in his seat, tugging at the rope securing him the the seat. Strings of siliva had begun to drip past the chores piece of rope in his mouth. The man removed a rust butter knife looking instrument from among his tools. He jammed the thing deep into Neos's shoulder. Neos gritted his teeth, obviously not letting his captor get the enjoyment of seeing him in pain. Slender finger reached to the tool belt once more. He held a shard of sharp glass between two fingers, holding it in front of Neos's eyes as if show it off. This was strange because even if he was showing off his pointy toy his captive couldn't see it through the blind fold. The shard was embedded in his neck, this time Neos screamed through the gag. Blood began to flow from the entry wound.
"Neos!" Silex screamed. He tried to take a step forward, but he was petrified to the spot. They didn't hear him.
The man gently caressed Neos chin, an apology of sorts. Sil saw Neos pull his head back, trying to a avoid the touch. At the motion the man back handed him and grabbed a random instrument from his assortment, pushing it past the flesh of his thigh. Neos would have doubled over if the ropes had not steadily held him in place.
"Stop, please, stop." Sil's voice was now a broken whisper.
The man pulled out a pair of surgery scissor, pushing his finger down on the tip. He made a grunt of annoyance before striding to the doors of which he came through, the tool probably weren't sharp enough for his taste.
Neos lifted his head when the doors slammed shut. He looked right at Sil, he couldn't see him because of the blind fold and his attempts at shouting never managed to leave his lips, but somehow Neos knew he was there. What he did next made Sil wake up, tears streaming down his face. He just smiled. He fucking smiled. Around the gag in his mouth, with a shard of glass in his neck, a screwdriver in his shoulder and what looked like a dart sticking out of his leg.
It was morning and everyone but Glenn was awake. Sil upon regaining his ability to moving instinctively made a mad dash to we're Neos was in his dream, not fully awake yet. He ended up flipping himself over the table and landing on his back on the floor. The pain brought him to the real world and he sat up, tears in involuntarily streaming down his face and onto his over coat.
Thallos said nothing and walked over to hand him a left over can of Vienna Sausage as breakfast. He took it gratefully. Thallos ruffled his hair and walked back over to we're he previously was sitting. Silex ate his breakfast on the floor body to sore to stand up and sit in the booth. Stealing glances at Kruptos more often then not, he continued to eat. He remained quite until Tungsten spoke up.
"We should be moving."
Sil looked at him, disbelieving what the giant man had said. He said nothing, he couldn't say anything. They would think him insane if he says he saw Neos in a dream. They'd might think he was a kid with a crush on him and that's why he saw Neos in his dream. He was being tortured, because that was a great conversation starter. Silex was perplex so he decided to through caution to the wind and just shout it out.
"We can't leave!" He shouted. The outburst turned several he "I-I saw him. He was being torched." Sil had the attention of the entire room. Tears wielded up in his eyes, memories of yesterday coming back to him.
Kruptos stood. He looked at Sil for the first time since yesterday, hatred filled his eyes. His lips were twisted into a snarl.
"Don't you dare." The older man shouted "You killed him! You fucking killed him. You murdered him, you little piece of shit."
Kruptos started walking to him. Fingers twitching and teeth bared. Scandia stood as well, stepping in front of Sil and blocking him from Kruptos.
"Move!" He snarled continuing his tirade.
"No way in hell." She defended. Voice calm but features showing rage.
"Neos died, because of him!"
"Neos would die for him!"
"Don't act like you know more about MY brother then me!"
"At least I could tell your brother loved him!"
The room became silent. Scandia was breathing heavily, face red with anger. Kruptos looked at Sil from over her shoulder, the hate still burned in his eyes but there was also a hint of disapproval. He looked back at Scandia.
"No." He said simply. "Neos would never like a guy like him, or any man for that matter." He looked a Sil, directly in the eyes and said "I would kill himself before he even got close to him."
Sil didn't know why the statement that Neos would never love another man bothered him so much. It wasn't like he liked him or wanted to be in a romantic relationship with anyone, right? Silex stared blankly for a minute trying to process what had exactly had just happened.
Thallos came out from behind Kruptos in Sil daze, gently tapping him on the shoulder. The moment the larger man turned around a fist collided with his face causing Kruptos to jerk his head in the direction it had been hit. Sil walked to the door of the cáfe pushing it open and just walked out. No dramatic exits or fancy speeches that explode in the moment. He just walked out of the door then kept walking, not looking back with a scowl, then screaming profanity. Just left with a serious expression, having set in his mind to bring Neos back. Weather it cost him an arm, a leg, his entire body, he'd sell his soul or himself to the monster thief only to get Neos back.
The morning reviled some normal life. Well it was most likely normal life. A bird twerps as it flys. Assortment of rainbow colored feathers that were shining in the morning light. It flow over him and Sil followed it with his eyes, turning as the bird got behind him. The path behind him was unfamiliar, the diner was gone in the distance, the building that now took its place now were big buildings of many stories. Tall towering places with shattered windows and what remaining of the windows were dirty and covered in grime. It wasn't like he planned to turn around and go back, not unless he had Neos with him. So he kept walking, both eyes open and looking for a building hat even resembled the one in the dream.
Soon his mind began to wander, going naturally back to the scene back with Kruptos. 'Noes would never like a guy like him' the words seemed to echo in his head. Swimming and consuming all of his thoughts until he eventually just stopped oppressing it and let it come to the front. 'Like him' what did that mean? Neos was from a filthy rich family, did Kruptos think that was the only thing that mattered to him? That all he wanted was the money? Maybe Kruptos thought he was after his superior breeding and his pretty face.
Wait, pretty face?
Silex shook his head. No, nope he liked girls, nice cute girls from his own class like the people in Periodica always said.
You see, with people being in short supply the beloved leaders believed a man should be with a woman. Pass on the genes, the mutts of the lower class being together having mutt kids. Occasionally a really pretty man or woman would be sold off into the middle or higher classes in some cases. The middle class being with the middle class no exceptions, even if a richer middle class person was in position of a mutt they could not be wed. The rich could do really anything they wanted some of the richest men in the city were known to polygamy, having many beautiful and handsome women and men at there disposals. Sil had never wanted to have any part in the customs of the richer people. So at a young age he was taught that he should be with a girl of the same class. Being with a man, even looking at another man as something more then a friend or peer in the mutt society was practically a taboo.
What if Kruptos thought he actually like him to some extent? Sil focused his attention on the sidewalk. He didn't know where he was. Every time he tried to concentrate on finding, he swallowed, Neos, he'd get distracted again be his own train of thoughts. He didn't think of the guy in the metal torture box,no, he thought of the kid who greeted him with a smile when they escaped from the city. The guy who even after finding out he was from the lowest and poorest part of the city still treated him like an equal. Someone with equal say in matters as he or anyone else did, someone with there own opinions on the next corse of action or plan. That was something he was raised without back in Periodica.
The moment he was born the government chose his name, his future occupation, who he could be friends with the moment school started five years later. The government might as well chosen his favorite color and favorite food for as much opinion Sil grew up with.
Silex went back into that maze of a prison for Neos, without barely knowing him he risked his freedom for him. You could be sure he would risk his life going back for him again, now knowing ruffly who he was and the way he treated him.
The was still walking, not remembering if he had been walking in a straight line for awhile now or turning into random place while in his daze.
While he was lost in thought some subconscious part of his mind had been keeping an eye out of the rusty metal building. The search had turned up nothing yet but Sil was not needed anywhere but were Neos was at. No family in the group to watch over, no plans for whatever he would do with however much time he had in his life. All of his life plans where consumed the moment his father presented him with HIS congratulations letter. The one with his fathers name written on the envelope.
"I need to be here,Sil." He had said "I need to take care of your little sister and your mother." He lied. His own father traded in his son for his own life, he had forged his signature onto the replacement sheet. Sil's mother had screamed at him. Screamed why he would do something so awful and to his only son. His own father stated how Worthless Sil was. In truth his father was just very angry. Earlier that same week Sil refused his father in being sold off to a high ranking government official for a good sum of money. Neos refused. His father always said the same thing.
"Sil, it for your mother and your baby sister."
"You can't say no. What will happen to your sister?"
"Do you ever think of anyone but yourself?!"
"The two of them will starve if you don't do this."
He had gotten into such horrible things because of those lines. Stealing. Selling the things that had any value to him or value money wise. Getting any job he could, even the ones that paid so badly they should be illegal. Dropping out of school to save the money used on pencils and paper. Drug smuggling into different locations in the city. He sold his body more then once, coming back to their shack of a home with a extremely noticeable limp. He had even broken a few bones more then once when the customers wanted to be ruff, the broken bones where viewed as his fault. His father would end up yelling at him, maybe if you would have had a little more stamina or maybe if you had moaned a little louder.
No matter how hard he worked things didn't get better. His mother and sister got thinner and thinner, sicker as the days went by. After one harder day then usual Neos came home. He had walked to the middle class part of the city a over coat lined with crocaine and some other drugs. He had almost been caught twice and when he got the to meeting area he was greeted by a large man who seemed keen in renting him out for an hour or two. By the time he got home he had the sixty dollars from the smuggling job and a extra fifty from the man at the meeting point. His dad took the money with a look that said the money wasn't enough. When the time for dinner rolled around Silex's dad made a announcement from the kitchen.
"We don't have enough money for dinner today."
His mother and little sister seemed to just accept this and not say a word. He walked over to the kitchen.
"Dad, I worked extra today. There should be more then enough for dinner."
His dad pulled an expensive looking bottle of whiskey from the cabinet. The whole cabinet was filled with empty bottles of the expensive drink.
"Work? You being a whore isn't work." He took a swig from the bottle. "Anyway, I spent all the money on this." He held up the bottle, the took another drink.
Sil just stared at the bottle. Someone violent and angry took over his body grabbing the nearest thing, which happened to be a no surprise empty jar of pickles. He rose the jar and bashed it into his fathers'head, shattering it everywhere before he ran to his room.
His mother came in yelling at him. "What did you do to you father? He is the only thing keeping this family alive and you have the nerve to try and hurt him after all he's done for you?!"
What has he done for me? He wanted to yell. Make my life a hell hole while he sits on his ass all day recking in the money I earned to feed you? Wasting it on whiskey to get stone cold drunk and then beat you? He said nothing and looked down at the floor.
Neos clenched his fist at the memories. He didn't know why he allowed them to replace any positive thoughts. He tried to focus, even if it was for just a short amount of time.
Nothing around him looked like that. His mind began to wander, this time evil thoughts making their way down town, walking fast, they were home bound.
Neos was being slowly and painfully killed, by-by that thing that monstrous creature. There was nothing he could do, nothing in the whole Goddamn world. So he settled for just looking for the building. Guilt eating away and feasting on his mind,he could have done something to save him but he didn't. He couldn't.
He continued to walk but his vision was replaced with someone else's. He stopped, he could feel himself stop. Whoever this was looked, from their pony of view to be sitting down. He tried walking, his legs responded. He could feel the concrete under him, but his sight didn't move with him. Sil was in a daze, he felt numb, felt like himself in his own body but also someone else in theirs.
Without begin able to see he stopped, not wanting to run the risk of walking right past any building that could be familiar.
The room, Sil noticed, was large. The walls made out of-rusty metal. He still felt nothing. Not surprise, not shock or distaste. The numbness lingered. These weren't his emotions. These were Neos's. still the news wasn't shocking, he felt nothing could surprise him now.Whatever sick twisted things "The Man" did had turned him into this. An emotionless being.
It was one word, one broken hoarse sounding word, then the vision went black.
That was the way Sil's vision stayed for a long time. Just black, no light seeped through. He had the feeling if maybe he opened his eyes he would be back on the sidewalk. He didn't, he hoped the vision back from the torture room would come back on.
Eventually his emotions, not Neos's, came back. Hey had been back ever since the black out, but he had refused to acknowledge them. The sun had been in the sky for awhile now slowly dipping back down. Slowly, but it was moving. Silex opened his eyes. The sun took this as its chance for revenge for being ignored. It stung, but he didn't care. So he continued walking, the silence due to the lack of company. There was no one. At the thought of being alone for the rest of his days he could manage to stay alive frightened him.
He didn't know what he was doing. Didn't know how he could find Neos. He didn't understand the blatant need to get Neos back. Silex just walked, a lonely road. The only thing keeping him company was the shadow the sun was slowly creating with its diving movement. Once the sun had dipped down low enough he had someone to talk to. Someone to help fill the void. And the shadow seemed to talked back.
"Just keep going forward." He would urge.
"You'll find him, I promise."
"Turn here, I think this is the way."
Together we wondered. Guessing which way to go and what back alleys to skip over to the next street. This went on for a long while.
"Shadow?" He asked hesitantly.
"Why have you never shown up before?"
There was a long pause. No answer seem to be making its way to the surface anytime soon. So Sil just let it go. Together they continued on. The sun was sinking more, the company going to soon be gone. Just a dim outline of the shadow remained. He answered.
"I'm not real. I'm just your imagination. I'm here because you want me to be, but you will find him."
Before the night swallowed him he said one last thing.
" You have to find him," his voice was disappearing with him and it was a faint whisper "because you love him."
The darkness grabbed him and dragged him under, he didn't struggle, he was just gone. He stood next to where his shadow had been, not moving. After a long moment he kept walking. Dedication to the words spoken from either himself or actually his shadow he continued on.
The places he past always had something tapping on the windows. When he'd pass them without a single glance they sometimes shattered or had the angry screech of finger nail drug across it. Cackles and snickers could be heard from any dark alley and sometimes the seducing coo of a woman trying to coax him into the darkness. They seemed to be sirens of the dark. He cared for none of them and continued walking. After several attempts at using words of draw him into the alleys or rooms unlit by the moon light the sirens took on psychical forms. Beautiful women with brown, amber, and blond hair tried seducing him into the unlit spaces. Fake silent promises on there lips. They were beautiful, stunningly beautiful , but Sil had began to believe his shadow. The only thing that could tell him no lies, so if he said he loved Neos then he was going to believe that sentence until the day he dies.
The sirens were coming out farther from the darkness. Slowly stepping toward him, sweet smile bent on what was probably cracked and snarl formed lips. A amber haired, green eyes woman tugged on his overcoat. The hair twisted into curls, her eyes sparkling, and a gorgeous smile like she had just meet Prince Charming.
He felt a wave of guilt wash out him instantly. He froze and looked at her with a blank expression. What was he doing? He didn't even really know the answer.
The heavy steps of combat boot in the distance, just out of sight. A man stepped into a small ray of moonlight. Dark green military style jacket with a grey hood and a black t-shirt underneath. His blond and red hair making a strange color in the light. A small smile graced his face. Silex stared, he couldn't really help himself, he was the most beautiful siren there. The man turned around and headed back the way he came. This was obviously a trap, but Silex took a step toward the direction the man was heading. The amber haired siren, who at this point had draped herself on him, hissed disapprovingly at the movement. She grabbed his hand and tugged him in the opposite direction, towards the other attractive women. Sil slipped his hand from her grasp and took a few more steps toward the man who hadn't even looked back at him. A look of pure hatred flash crossed her face, lips twisting into a snarl, but she or any of the other sirens didn't make a motion to grab him again.
When Sil looked again the man had almost completely disappeared in the dim light. He jogged after him, trying to close the space between them. The strawberry haired man kept walking and eventually led Sil, who had caught up with him and was walking a cars distance away from him, to the main road. They crossed the street and the man stopped in front of an apartment complex. He pushed the door open and held it open for Sil to walk through first. The moment he would enter the siren, no matter how pretty, would kill him. His judgement was fogged and any realism that managed to sneak in was instantly replaced by the looks of the creature.
He could have run. He could have, but he didn't. It was a long moment of the man holding the door and Sil trying, and trying being the most optimal word here, trying to decide weather this was a good idea or not. It wasn't, but he finally swallowed and walked through the door. Then stopped, unable to see and waited to the siren to attack. The swung door closed and Sil heard the foot steps of boots walking up behind him. He clenched his fist and shut his eyes tight. His entire body tensed up when a hand placed three fingers on the back of his neck, tracing it around to the side of his face and then slipping off. The steps continued and for some reason Sil followed. He was led up a flight of stairs, tripping and catching the tips of his feet on wrinkles in the rug that lined the stairs. They had past six floor when they finally stopped at the seventh floor, but the stairs continued up for who knows how long. They walked down the hall and the window at the end of the hall gave enough light to see the room and most of the man who walked ahead of him. He stopped in front of the door with 1766C written in silver colored numbers and letter. The siren twisted the door handle, opening the door and stepped inside. Sil stood in the hallway.
A yellow light filled the room. Sil stepped into the light and gently closed the door behind him.
"Take a seat, kid." The man said throwing himself onto a love seat and gesturing towards a single seat recliner. Sil hesitantly took the seat with a nod of thanks. The man was about twenty-two, twenty-three maybe.
"I thought you were one of those Siren things." He said unsure of himself under the man's gaze, looking him over.
"Nah, you gotta be pretty to be a Siren."
"That's why I thought-" he stopped mid sentence.
The man gave him a smile. " Well, it say a lot about you if you'd chase after me instead of one of those beautiful babes."
Sil blushed, looking down at the floor as the man laughed. Once the laughter had died down Sil spoke up again.
"My names Silex, by the way, Sir." He twiddled his thumbs waiting for a response.
"So, Sil?" The man asked.
"Uh, yeah Sil."
There was a long pause. The man tapped his fingers on the arm rest. Just staring, his eyes showing some sort of interest and caution. Sil felt like he was expected to say something, but he couldn't think of anything worth saying.
"What are you?"
Sil looked up. What kind of question was that? The man, who still hadn't introduced himself just looked at him intently. He didn't know how to respond to that. The man spoke again before he could think of something to say.
"Are you a Siren, a mutant, some kind of creature from the outside?"
Sil opened his mouth and closed it again. The man stood and made his way over to where Silex was sitting. The man looked down at him, waiting for the answer.
" Uh, human?" It came out a question instead of a statement. Like he was asking permission to be a human. The man's features didn't soften.
"Stand up." He ordered and Sil did so without a second thought. "Head back, mouth open," He said "if anything you're a Siren."
Sil tilted his head back so he had eye contact with the taller man.
"If you bite off one of my fingers so help me I'll shot you in the face."
"Why would I-" Silex didn't have time to ask the question before two of the man's fingers were thrust into his mouth. He made a choked sound and the man stared at him intently. Silex's eyes widened in terror at a memory of something similar happening.
Silex hadn't gotten any work since his last smuggling job. The cabinets were bare and his little sister was crying because of the hunger. His mother had locked herself away in her room. A smart move because her husband and Sil's father often beat any of them in frustration during times like this. The only problem was she locked them out. Inside the belly of the beast and with him lurking about. Sil didn't blame her, she usually got the worst of his father's wrath. Sil had been sitting by his sister, only four years old at the time, not fully aware of why she couldn't be feed. They would hide if she would be quite, but they would be easily found with the racket she was making. His father walked in, menacing expression on his face. Sil held his sister close, making it clear he wasn't about to let anything happen to her. In silence his father pointed to the door and headed out into the other room.
"It's okay, Polonia," he said "I'll make some money and we can have some food when I get back, okay?"
She nodded at him, tears in her eyes, and he headed out the door. Onto the cold unforgiving street. It didn't take long for a man, forty-ish years old, to take notice of him.
"Hey." He said pulling up in a black BMW. Sil put on his best smile and walked over to the man in the car. The black haired man smiled back, an evil smirk. "Hop in, Sweetie."
Sil went around the car and opened the door to the front passenger seat. He slid in, not bothering to put on the seat belt, the man rested his hand on his thigh. As they drove the man's hand was slowly snaking its way upward. The man had been palming his crotch by the time they pulled up to a house in the middle class section of the city. Sil was led up to the second story bedroom. Sil had laid on his back when the man asked him to do something.
"Open your mouth, sweetheart." The man had said, using a soft voice as if not to scare him.
Sil opened his mouth. He was getting paid to do this, he couldn't really have said no. Three fingers were ruffly jammed into his mouth. He felt like he was being choked, suffocated. He began to struggle but the man thought his muffled cries were sounds of pleasure and laughed them off. Things began turning black, when on the verge of passing out the man pulled out his fingers letting him breath.
Needless to say he earned fifty bucks, a two week limp, and a few bruised ribs.
Sil pushed the strawberry haired man off of him. Leaving the man's fingers coated with saliva and a shocked expression on his face. Silex stepped back, he would have kept walking backwards if he didn't fall back onto the recliner that stopped him. A tint of pink covered his cheeks as tears began streaming down his face. Fear of the man washed over him, he was likely going to strangle him to death.
The man dropped to his knees so he was at eye level with Sil. A guilty expression carved into his face. He raised his hands as if trying to give him a reassuring motion that he didn't intend on hurting him. At seeing the younger boy's expression of fear to the movement he quickly stood and practically jogged half way across the room. Obviously not having a clue as to how to take the reaction he just froze. The guilty and distressed man was stuttering for the words to say.
"H-Hey," He said "I really, really don't want to hurt you, honest." He stopped, and thought about how to say what he wanted to say.
"And-and I haven't seen another actually real person since my parents died when I was twelve, so I wasn't sure how to react when I saw you." He stopped again.
"Anyway I thought-I thought you where really cute and-and yeah. So I kind of assumed you were one of those Siren creatures."
"I'm probably way older then you, so it probably weird to like you and-" he stopped and put his hands over his eyes.
"What I want to say is I'm sorry and I don't want to hurt you and I'm sorry I scared you."
Sil nodded in understanding and a small smile appeared on the man's face.
"I'm Calvin Moore." The man said "Sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier."
The silence seemed to stretch on far to long before Calvin spoke up again.
"You want something to eat?" He said and before Sil could respond he was inching around him towards where he prosumer the kitchen was. He made an effort at keeping as much distance between them as psychically possible.
Sil took the alone time to look around. The walls where painted a light brown, and dressers and shelves lined the walls. A door behind the recliner that lead to the kitchen that Calvin left out of and a room without a door led to a dimly lit room with a bed.
A few minutes later Calvin came in with a steaming porcelain cup.
"Got you this," he said. He seemed resilient to make any fast motions in Sil's direction. "I'm just going to put it there, is that cool?"
He inched forward, placing the cup onto the black table in front of the recliner. He pushed it closer to Sil and stepped back. Then turned and took a seat on the love seat where he had previously been sitting. Calvin folded his hands and looked at Sil with a nervous smile.
"You mind if I ask something, Silex?"
"No," He replied grabbing the cup.
"Where are you from?"
Silex took a sip. " There's a city named Periodica a few miles away from here." He took another sip of the soup. " There's a lot of people there, that's where I used to live."
"What do you mean 'used to'?"
"They take people, and they-they just never come back." He put down the half empty cup. " Me and a few others managed to escape, we ran out of the city and somehow got here."
"Sil? Where are the others?" Calvin's voice was filled with concern.
"Two of the ten of us where killed and Neos got taken."
"Why aren't you with the others then." It wasn't a question. The way he said the sentence was like calling Sil an idiot for not staying with the others.
"I couldn't catch the Beige man, so I just left trying to find them." Sil picked back up the cup of soup and began sipping it. Trying to distract himself from thinking about Neos and to keep himself not crying.
There was silence. "I'll help you find him." Calvin said. Sil smiled at him and the smile was returned three fold.
"Thank you, Mr. Moore."
Calvin blushed and rubbed the back of his head. " Please, call me Calvin or Cal, ya know anything really."
Calvin watched as Sil finish off the rest of his soup. Even after Sil was done he continued watching. He sat squirming under the man's gaze, fidgeting and constantly changing his position. When he finally couldn't take it anymore he stood up, and so did Calvin.
"Where should I put this?" He asked, looking down at the bowl.
"I can take it for you." Calvin said reaching for the bowl.
When Sil nearly jumped out of his skin at the seemingly aggressive motion, once again Calvin pushed himself back.
"I'm-I'm so sorry." Calvin said, hitting himself in the forehead. "'I was trying to be nice, so you would like me more. I don't mean to seem aggressive or anything."
He pointed towards the door behind Sil. "Kitchens that way, you can put the bowl in there."
Sil turned toward the door, before he pushed it open he looked over his shoulder towards the strawberry haired man. Calvin had his back facing him, violently pulling at his hair and messing it up. Sil could hear the mumbled sentence being repeated.
"I screwed it up, and now he hates me."
He pushed the door open and went into the kitchen.
Calvin tugged on his hair. "Oh god," he mumbled " I screwed it up and now he hates me." He heard Sil slip into the kitchen. He sighed, Sil probably wouldn't allow him anywhere near him. When Sil came out of the kitchen Calvin greeted him with a smile.
"I should probably be going now, I've only caused trouble to you." Sil took a few bold step toward the door he had came through before Calvin's words stopped him.
"You have somewhere better to go?"
"Anyone waiting for you?"
Calvin laughed " Then your staying here."
Silex tried to come up with a valid argument as to why he wasn't welcome in the man's home but came up short. Calvin yawn.
"It's getting pretty late, you can take to bed over in the other room." He nodded towards the room without a door. "I'll take the couch."
Not only was Sil making this man show his generosity by letting him sleep in his home and eat his food, but he is also forcing him to sleep out of the comfort of his own bed.
"I-it's okay, I can sleep on the couch."
He was meet by an intent stare.
"No, it's fine, you get the bed." The older man replied.
"I don't want to be rude or mean so," Sil stopped to think about what he was suggesting. " we can both sleep in the bed ?"
The man let a gentle smile form on his lips. "Deal." He said walking over to the bedroom.
It felt like the follow the leader hallway adventure all over again. Sil trailing behind Calvin into an unknown situation. Once they got into the room Sil looked around. A bedside table lamp giving off a dull glow, just enough to see the entire room clearly. Heavy black blinds covered the windows and the room as painted a navy blue color.
Calvin stood by the right side of the bed, removing his combat boot and jacket before climbing underneath the blue covers. He gave out a pleasant sigh and Sil swallowed.
We're not doing anything but sleeping in the same bed.
He told himself this over and over but he got nervous as he slipped out of his shoes and pulled off his jacket. He climbed in under the covers with Calvin, who gave him a smile at how close he was willing to get. Every second Silex was prepared for something to happen. For Calvin to grab him at some point, but nothing did. Nothing happened. Eventually running around all day got the best of him and he drifted off into a peaceful, dreamless sleep, feeling protected by the man who had dozed off next to him.
He woke up alone in a mess of covers and sheet. Hair going in every direction and a extremely wrinkled shirt. A pot or pan and the sound of drawers opening in the other room forced Silex up. The floor was cold and in the first few seconds of standing he desperately wanted to dive back into the warmth of the covers.
He sleepily made his way, without any casualties , into the living room. A sizzling and popping sound came from behind the kitchen door. Soon followed by the man who had a mostly burned piece of toast in his mouth.
"Oh my god." He grumbled around the burnt bread. Sil felt a blush rise on his cheeks. He most likely looked like a mess. Hair going everywhere, completely rumpled clothes and he probably had a string on dried drool going down his face.
His hands automaticity flow to his face in a desperate attempt to save at least some of his dignity and wipe the spit off of his face. Calvin continued to stare. Red quickly rising on his face before he looked away in a panic. He dropped the half eaten toast back onto a plate he was carrying.
"I didn't mean to stare." He blurted. Calvin looked down, and Sil noticed that he was carrying two plates of eggs and some kind of meat, with a piece of mostly square bread on one plate. "But you do look really cute, this morning. Not that your not always cute but-" he sighed "I should learn to shut up."
Calvin gave a smile " Just forget I said anything, I got you breakfast." He held up one of the plates. "Take a seat."
He slid the plate with the piece of toast onto the black table and took a seat of the brown leather love seat. His plate resting on his lap and a mouthful of toast. Sil sat where he sat yesterday and picked up the fork that was already on the table.
"Where did you get this?" Sil asked.
"What, the eggs and meat?" Calvin asked and Sil nodded.
"Well, I got up early this morning and hiked over to the nesting grounds and stole them out of the nests."
"What kind of nesting grounds where they?"
"Some rainbow feathered bird that spits acid, the eggs are really good if you can wrestle them away from the parents." He laughed. " Thats why we also have meat, one of the birds tried to spit acid on me, but when I ducked it got all over this other bird and-" He burst into laughter before he could finish the sentience.
Sil began to eat while Calvin was laughing, not really understanding what was so funny. He looked at the man unimpressed as he finally wiped his eyes from the happy tears. He was still giggling and any attempt to talk was replaced by more laughter. Calvin put his head back to rest it on the top of the back board of the couch.
After awhile he finally sat upright and grabbed for the plate on his lap. Picking up the fork resting on his plate, he shoved a mouthful of yellow scrambled eggs into his waiting mouth.
"Calvin." He said around the mouthful.
"Um, yeah, Mr. Calvin?"
"No," He swallowed the bite. "Just Calvin." He gave a smile. "I want you to like me, so we could at least start off on a first name basis."
Sil stopped. He had heard the man say he liked him more then this one time but he had just brushed it off. Was this guy being serious? He shook his head, still unbrushed hair flopping lazily over his eyes. He pushed it back.
"You just like me because I'm the first new person you've seen in awhile," Calvin raised an eyebrow at him. "You've just tricked yourself into think that."
Calvin was poking around his plate as Sil talked. "Hmmm," He stabbed the a piece of meat on his plate and popped it into his mouth. He thought about something for a moment. Tapping his fork on the dish as he chewed the meat. "What did you want to tell me before?" Sil was a little taken back from the question.
Calvin began laughing again, except this time a sweet and well meant sound. They sat in a comfortable silence. Calvin cleared his throat and stood up from his seat.
"There's hot water in the showers." He pointed out. "I'll go start the water, so I can give you a bath." He stopped. "That is not what I meant." He blurted out. "What I meant was 'I'll start the water, so you can give yourself the bath.'. I said give like hand you the shower, not that you can had someone a shower." He was stuttering and rambling on. "I'm sure you are very capable of giving yourself a bath, so it was really weird to say that and-" Sil stopped listening. This was bound to go on for awhile if he didn't do something to stop the incessant blabbering.
He stood up as well. "Yeah, that would be great." he said with a smile and that shut Calvin's mouth instantly. "Thank you, Mr. Moore."
Calvin walked dazedly over to the bed room, and Sil could vaguely hear him correct not not call him Mr. Moore. "Bathrooms this way." He said and Sil followed him. He was lead into a room attached to the bedroom he hadn't noticed before. The handles squeaked as Calvin twisted both the hot and cold water on, pulling his arm out just in time to not get soaked by the shower head. "Soap, shampoo, towels, and everything else you need is on the counter." He looked at the bottles, checking to see if everything was there. " I can bring you some more clothes and we can throw the ones your wearing in the wash." He was already backing out if the bathroom. "Just shout if you need anything." Sil heard the door click as Calvin left the room and closed the door. He stripped, folded his clothes, set them on the sink and stepped into the spray. At first he just stood there, letting the slightly to cold water wash off any dirt on his face. He combed his hand through his hair, pulling his hand away wet and feeling the water all over his face. He closed his eyes and angled his face up to the shower head. Of all things to think about at the moment he thought about Neos.
Neos sitting in the metal chair, pointy objects piercing his flesh in a vulgar fashion. Blind fold and gag in place. That sadistic smile on his face around the gag. The beige man leaving in a fit of rage see one of his toys wasn't satisfyingly sharp enough for him. Sil pictured the man, the wretched man he would give almost anything to strangle. The beige sweater with a white silk polo underneath. Spotless, tight fitting white jeans. Leather shoes, free of any and all scuffs and marks. What looked like beige hair, curled everywhere, but the man lacked a face. The picture was complete, down to the slightly clear beige ribbon tied around his left shoe's shoelace.
Sil grabbed a bottle of shampoo and dumped a blob of it into his hand. He placed to bottle back and violently began rubbing it into his hair. Probably leaving welts on the skin. As the water began to get cold of time the better it felt. Pure freezing water coating his skin, making his fingers numb. He turned off the water and was meet with a rush of colder air, which made him shiver uncontrollably. He grabbed the dark green towel resting on the counter. Rubbing his hair mostly dry before ridding the water from his arms and torso before rapping it around his waist. His clothes he had put on top of the sink where gone and there was nothing to replace it. Sil sighed, walking over to the door and reaching out for the door handle. At that moment the door opened. Nearly hitting Sil in the face, and causing him to loosen his grip on the towel around his waist.
"Sil, I brought you some extra cl-" Calvin froze in place. A bundle of clothes in one had and the door knob in the other.
The towel as a little to low for Sil to not be embarest about his body. Even though the towel was covering the most censorship worthy parts of him. They just kind of stood like that, in the awkward situation. Calvin forcing himself not to look at the rest of Sil's exposed body. He was failing hopelessly in the effort and finally gave in. He ungraciously scanned over Sil's body. Looking from the floor up to his face which was showing a low level of horror.
" Do you want some food?" Calvin asked.
Sil was far to skinny on the stomach for it to be healthy.
Was he sick? Calvin felt his heart drop. What if he was sick? What if he died? What if he was about to die right now? He was extremely alarmed now. The first person he had seen in who knows how long was going to die and it was all his fault.
"Your going to die!" Calvin screamed as he ran from the room, dropping the clothes on the floor. "And its all my fault!" Sil started blankly at where the man once stood before he booked it to the kitchen. He looked down at his flat stomach. It wasn't that bad, he barely had food at his old home and here he had to go a few meals without anything to eat. I really could have been worse.
He grabbed the clothes off of the floor. It was a little weird putting on someone else's underwear but it was either that or nothing. He pulled on a pair of brown pants and a shirt with some kind of circle logo. It was red, white, and blue with a white star in the middle of the logo, the shirt it's self was a dark blue and was kind of baggy.
He walked barefoot into the kitchen where Calvin was bagging around pots,pans, cup, and various Tupperware.
"What are you doing, Mr. Moore?" He asked, leaning on the counter. Calvin was on his hands and knees digging for something that looks had somehow fallen behind all the the kitchen ware. He didn't respond. "I'm fine. Really, I am."
Calvin looked at him with teary eyes. "B-but-"
"But nothing, I'm perfectly fine."
To be honest this was weird. Like really weird. Calvin stood up and rose to his full height. The random panic attack he had experienced seemed to be subsided. He steered himself over to the living room and sat down on he recliner. "I'm sorry I burst into the bathroom while you where half naked." He said, eyes down cast. Sil had halfway followed him and stood by the wall that was shared by the kitchen and living room. He didn't respond in anyway. He was self-conscious of his body. He just didn't like it, it was ugly, to skinny, bony, and far to pale for it to be natural.
"I know its kind of weird and creepy-stalkerish but can I," Calvin didn't acknowledge the age factor. "C-can I touch you?" The last four words came out a broken sound. Words filled with freight of being rejected and cast out. "I mean it completely up to you, I'm not forcing you to do anything and i didn't intend to make it sound like anything sexual I'm just kind of-" he was stopped when Sil interjected.
"Um, yeah. That's fine I guess." He said, not really sure what he was suppose to be doing at this point. He took a few steps toward the recliner, and saw that Calvin's didn't know really what he was suppose to be doing either. When he finally got to the recliner he was more or less pulled by Calvin into a uncomfortable position on the man's lap. Calvin just stated at Sil's stomach, before gently poking it.
"You're really squishy." He said simply.
"Yeah?" He answered in a joking tone, before breaking into a fit of giggles. Calvin soon followed and they were both laughing, in an apartment, in a Apocalyptic Waste zone, where anything and everything could be killed by what lurked outside.
Sil felt like this, being here, was alright. Neos was still at the front of his mind at all times, but Sil felt was if he didn't need to worry about him. Maybe he was dead, the man he loved had been kill by that thing. Maybe he escaped, he's alive and they'll get to see each other again. Maybe he was still being trapped in that metal box, being tortured. Sil was oddly okay with not knowing. What he didn't know couldn't hurt him, right? He never wanted to be hurt again, the stinging feeling of guilt that 'you could have done something' and 'if only I had-'.
While Sil was in his little daze Calvin had been prodding up his body, from his belly button to his upper stomach. "You done yet?" He asked. Wondering just how long its been since Calvin had see or touched another real person, besides himself.
Calvin looked up, and met Silex's eyes. "Not yet." He said. Letting his fingers trail up, to touch Sil's neck. "Just one last thing." He whispered.
Sil felt the warm brush of lips against his, momentarily stalling for time, before Calvin pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. The older man pulled back, red faced with a expression of Oh-shit-why-did-I-do-that-he's-going-to-murder-me. Sil didn't really feel any reaction to the kiss. It was an extremely sweet gesture, but he just didn't feel it.
There was a moment of stillness. Sil waiting for Calvin to say something. Calvin waiting to be rejected. The older man swallowed in anticipation, a tint of pink covering his face. Finally Sil gave in a gave a small smile. Calvin smiled back much more brightly and pressed another small kiss to Sil's cheek. "You should always be smiling, it very lovely." He said and Sil just shrugged before slipping off of him. Onto his own feet and across the room to fakely examine some nicknacks. He heard Calvin stand up behind him.
"Hey, will be okay if I left for a few hours," he said, most likely twiddling his thumbs. A bad habit he probably learned as a kid and still hadn't broken. " I need to run into the city to get some stuff."
"Yeah, that's fine." Sil answered. He needed some time to clear his head. It was to early in the morning for this shit, even if it looked about nine or ten o'clock outside.
Calvin gave a shy wave as he left the apartment, grabbing the gold and black baseball bat and hoisting it over his shoulder. The door clicked shut and Sil was alone, surrounded by silence. He sighed and sat lazily down on the double seat couch. The only thing on his mind was Neos and Calvin's kiss. He felt like he was betraying both of them. Just because Neos was gone for who knows how long didn't mean that he could just replace him, through him out and be with Calvin.
Calvin did like him though and Neos…who knows what Neos thought about him.
Neos…trapped by that hideous beige man, in that rusty box of torture. The room, rust covered the wall, looked almost familiar.
"Where did I see it." Sil whispered to himself, tangling his hands in his grey hair and violently tugging at it. "Where did I see that Goddamn room." He stopped, thinking back to when he saw the room. The walls were familiar, the blue and gold doors the man came in through were familiar, the chair that Neos was tied to was oh so familiar.
Sil jumped up, and sprinted to the door. Throwing it open he causing a loud banging sound to echo through the building complex. Calvin couldn't be that far off, could he? Sil burst through the exit and into the warm glow of sun, quickly scanning for Calvin's figure in the distance. He wasn't that far maybe half a block. He ran towards the man. "Calvin!" He yelled before he had fully reached him. The man turned around, a puzzled look on his face.
"Hey, what are you doing out? Did you want to come along?" He said, voice gentle.
Sil shook his head vigorously. " N-no." He said between pants. "We-we need to find the others, he's," he paused again to catch his breath. "he's going to kill him-he's going to kill him." Sil grabbed Calvin's jacket sleeve, tugging it in the direction he thought they where, the direction he had last seen them.
Calvin went along easily enough. They where both running down the street, taking several random turns. Eventually things started to get familiar. Buildings with shattered windows and claw marks going across unbroken window surfaces. Silex noticed something in the distance, he was out of breath and his legs and sides felt like they would fall off at any moment. A dinner. They stopped in front of it.
"This is where you split up with them?" Calvin asked.
Sil nodded. A small faded yellow piece of paper flapped in the wind, held to the door by the sliver of space between the metal edges and the glass. Calvin picked it up and read it with a exhausted voice.
"Sil- We headed west, please come back with us. -Scandia." He paused. " Who's Scandia?"
"An escapee girl who came here with her older brother in he group." Sil replied simply.
"Oh." Calvin said under his breath, but Sil could still here him, he sounded relived. Calvin pushed open the door to the restaurant, kicking up a thin layer of dirt that had already be trying to cover the floor. Sil walked inside followed by Calvin who seemed to go into army mode the moment he stepped inside. A shinning glinting object sat on the booth closest to the door. He grabbed it, feeling the weighed in his hands and smiled. He jammed his knife through the belt loop hole and turned to Calvin.
"Then lets get walking West." He said, opening the door and turning down the street in the way they came.
"Yeah, your right, we should get walking," Sil said, a bit of mocking in his voice. "but…west is the other way."
Calvin instantly turned around on his heels. "I know that, but I was testing you to see if you knew."
Sil rolled his eyes at this and began walking. If he had to run for another fifth teen minutes his legs where defiantly going to fall off, and that wouldn't be good. Calvin seemed to understand this and took slower strides so he could keep up. See as how Cal was taller then he was it didn't help much and he kept falling behind and then jogging to catch back up. They had gotten about four blocks from where they had started from the dinner when another little yellow note caught there eye. It read "east" and nothing more. They turned the block there and walked east. They eventually walked into a demonic part of the city. Low, deep voices spoke to them.
"You'll never find them." They would all laugh.
"There gonnnnnne." Some other voice would yell.
"Give up finding them and come find us." They would say in unison.
Small creatures made of black smoke and something else would hid in small places and giggle at them as they pasted. Walking along the sidewalk was becoming dangerous, things where thrown from the buildings directly at them. They had to look up for falling pots, vases, sometimes even knives and other kitchen appliances, but they also had to look around from hands reaching out of alleys and the creatures trying to bite them. Then the distracting voice coming from no where specific where also an issue. They had only gotten half way through the section of monsters when a voice spoke above them. The low voices were silenced, things stopped falling from the buildings, the small creatures seemed to disappear into buildings or under anything they could fit under. They also stopped.
"It's not often we have guests, Welcome." The voice echoed through the street. A tall man laid on his back on top of a metal bar suspended in mid air on a lift. He rolled off. Falling two stories to the ground and landing on his neck. An audible crack was heard and the man laid still in a position no human could mange to twist themselves into.
"Little help, Stranger?" The man said muffled with his face smashed to the asphalt. He raising a hand. "I won't bite, promise."
Calvin and Sil looked at each other before Calvin cautiously walked over to him. He grabbed the back of the man's blood red tailcoat and pulled him up, but only about a foot or so. The man with raven black hair flipped to his feet and bowed deeply to them. Calvin jerked himself backwards expecting to be attack and had almost tripped, grip tightening on the baseball bat in his hand.
"Kabus is the name, demon king is the game. Welcome to my castle." He stood up straight and towered over both of them with his height. "The pleasure is all mine." The 'Monster King' gave a smile filled with way to sharp teeth.
Calvin stepped in front of Sil. "Where just passing thorough. We aren't looking for a fight." The King looked at Calvin for a long moment and Sil noticed that his skin was tinted with a blue pigment.
"Succubus?" He man inquired. "I thought Succubus where extinct." He circled them slowly. What looked like a blue lions tail trashing behind him. His eyes lingered on them far to long before he stopped in his previous spot in front of them. "Not only Succubus but males as well." He tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, well come on then." The man said, turning his back to them, and walking several steps. Sil snaked his hand up and grabbed his knife. Calvin was holding something inside his dark green jacket pocket. Presumably a weapon, knife, gun, blade, brass knuckles, who knows.
The purposed Demon King was gone in a flash of red. "W-what the." Calvin yelped. He was bent back, the kings hand under his chin and the sharp razor teeth grazing his neck. "Don't be that way, darling."The creature reached into Calvin's pocket, pulling out a black knife before letting him go. "Since when do Succubus object to be taken by a King?" The king gave a smile, clearly directed at Sil. "I don't think I've had the privilege of getting you gentlemen's names."
"That's none of your business," Calvin said defensively. "I told you where just passing through."
"Oh, but there are so many more possibilities then just passing through, so much more." The creature whispered, punctuating his sentence with a lick of his lips. "So where are you headed? After those humans who past through here earlier this morning? Naughty, naughty, naughty, boys." He began to pace around them, sniffing the air.
"Are you on your first sex hunt?" The king said, stopping in front of Calvin. "You don't smell like you've ever made love with a woman or a man. A male, virgin, Succubus. Never thought I'd see the day. You must be pretty young to have never had someone else." The man huffed. " And you won't let me have you, boo." He puffed out his cheeks in a childish manner. "They went that way." He said pointing down the street the way they where heading.
"Allow me to be your guide for the next block or so, at least until we get out of my domain. You are my responsibility. I could have easily raped the both of you and put your heads on a pike or looked you into the scraper's dungeon for further use, but I didn't. It must reflex how nice of a guy I am." He rambled and put his hand on his forehead as if he was exhausted from the sheer though of it.
The man turned and began to lead the way. They walked behind King Kabus uneasily. He lead them through alleys and the the buildings seemed to mumbled incoherent things about the three of them. The longer they walked the nicer and less habited the buildings became. Kabus stopped an inch away from a red thick painted line, leading away as far as they could see.
"Here is the end of my kingdom. I can not help you past hear. Unless you wish to stay that is."
"No, but thanks for your help, King Kabus." Sil said politely. His arms and legs where trembling in fear of the man. Other then that little detail he was perfectly calm, seemingly willing to take on anything Kabus could through at him. Sil crossed the line first, safety from the king washing over him.
"Thank you for your hospitality, King Kabus." Calvin gave a small bow and stepped across the line. Immediately grabbing Silex and dragging him away from the line.
"Till next time. Which, trust me, won't be very long lived."
Silex was still being dragged along, trying to get his footing but not succeeding in anyway.
"She won't be either, so come quickly!" The monster king's voice was far off in the distance now, but Calvin just continued dragging him along.
"Calvin. Stop it."
"Mr. Moore you're chocking me."
Calvin had a tight one handed grip on the back of the t-shirt he loaned Sil, with the grip the shirt had become something of a noose. The older man looked down, blatant hate and rage was etched into his features. Sil pointed at the shirt, tightening every second, around his neck.
"C-can you let go." Sil asked, more afraid of passing out then the menacing stare. "You're hurting me." He managed to say, fingers trying to pry any loose space he could get to breath.
He was dropped instantly, the impact of the floor to his face stung, but he was glad he could breath freely again.
"Oh, Gosh." He said dropping to his knees next to Sil, who at the moment quite liked laying on the floor instead of passing out. "I am-I'm so sorry." His hands twitched, not really sure if he was aloud to even touch Sil after what he had just accidentally done to him.
"I'm fine," he gasped at Cal's worried expression. "Totally fine." He laid there until he felt like he could get up without vomiting. "Okay, let's get walking again." He tried to get up under his own power only to fall on his face again , this time much more painfully.
"Oh my go- S-Silex, are you alright?" Calvin yelped.
Sil tried again. Being rewarded for his efforts be making it way to his feet. Calvin put his arm around him for support. "Are you sure we should keep walking?" The older man asked. Sil nodded.
"We need to find them or they're all going to be killed."
So they kept walking. It was along time of hopelessness before any sign of hope was given. a figure of a person in the distance. Causally leaning on a brick wall, playing with something in his hands.
The got closer and Sil's heart dropped. It was the one person he did not want to see, here or anywhere else in his lifetime.
It was Glenn.
Sil incautiously ran towards him. Grabbing the knife and pulling it free of his belt loop. He stopped instantly when he was only about a cars distance form him.
"Hi, Sil-y." The boy smiled, teeth stained in red. "Where you been all this time? They could have really used your help."
"Cut the bullshit. I know you took him, he's in that stupid music box of yours," Sil stopped for a long moment as realization sunk in. "The one without the dancing figurine."
Glenn's mouth twisted into a snarl. "I will not, I refuse, to dance for them one more second." He spat, sounding much older then he looks. "And you'll never get him back, he is my toy now. No matter how much you love him, he's mine."
Silex looked to the music box clenched tight in the boys hands, blood dripping from both of them. "Glenn…" Sil's voice came out a broken whine. "W-where are the others. What-what did you do to them?" Sil was vaguely aware that Calvin stood behind him.
"There just sleeping," The boy said, as if he was just describing the weather outside. "forever." He was laughing maniacally, the music box treating to slip through his fingers at any moment. Sil didn't say anything, the world had stopped for him. He tried to do something good and in his absents they're all gone. There could have been something he could have done if he was there, right? Tears began to steam from his eyes. He was a failure. Again.
"If there all gone," Calvin said, sounding menacing. "There's still one person we can force out of you."
Glenn made a sound similar to someone trying to hold back a laugh. "What?" His tone was sheer disbelief. "What is a low level Demon like you going to possibly do to stop me?" He laughed, sounding slightly more sane. "And what are you doing traveling with a human?"
Calvin walked closer to him, the sound of the scraping aluminum baseball bat dragging behind him. "I will kill you." He said voice low. A smile of a child plastered on Glenn's face, hiding his true evil intent. The baseball bat made a loud clang and was bent in half with the impact of the smile on its cold surface.
The blue and gold music box shattered.
It had slipped through Glenn's fingers. Decorating the floor with its shinny handcrafted designs scattering in every direction. Gold and blue shards mixing together.
Calvin lowered the bat. Glenn stood motionless, the smile still on his face momentarily before it turned into a snarl of hate and rage. "You idiots, worthless cretans." The boy spat. "I will destroy you, burn you in the depths of hell for this." He stepped backwards. "There will be nowhere for you to ru-" He stopped mid-sentence. Eyes gliding past them to whatever stood behind them. " It's you."
Calvin and Sil didn't move there eyes off of him. "Hmm?" A voice replied. "Me? Aren't you happy to see me…Brother." Sil jerked his head back.
"Klovn." Glenn said under his breath. He looked at Calvin, Silex then back to the man standing behind them. Deciding it wasn't worth the effort he stepped back. "I will kill you, Silex, Demon, like I did to the rest of the. This is not the end. It will never end." He leaned back against the building, sinking into it before he was completely absorbed.
The man with light purple hair, red eyes, a white ruff around his neck, stood behind them. To be honest he looked like a clown, white face paint with two blue strips leading down, one form each of his eyes. He had white and purple vertical strips leading down his Victorian styled puffy-shorts and white and black striped leggings going the same direction. A purple jumper with far to long sleeves which were a egg shell white color.
"Sil," Calvin said turning toward the clown. "Go inside and check in your friends. I'll stay here and watch with freak."
"B-but he said," he stopped, sobs making it hard to talk properly. "He said they they where all dead, he-he killed them. I don't- I don't want to see them."
"You don't know that!" Calvin barked. "He- he could have been lying. They could be fine." He wasn't sounding as confident anymore.
"Are you sure you can stay here with him and not get yourself hurt?"
"Yeah I'll be fine." Calvin said with a wink. Sil nodded and hesitantly headed for the door.
Calvin stared at the clown. It stared back with a blank expression, not moving, looking like it wasn't even breathing. He held the bent baseball bat with a tight grip. Standing ready for an attack from the dazed clown, it didn't move.
Sil stood in front of the doors of the building that that monster Glenn had leant on. He swallowed, fear rising through him like the sun at the begin of each day. His outstretched hand pushed the door open. It didn't move. "Hey. What the. Oh."
Apparently it was a pull door.
Sil slowly pulled the door open, the handle treating to slip from his finger. A wave of metallic air rushed past him. A sickly sweet and iron smell. Red covered the floor. Splattered blood on the walls, dripping from the ceiling.
The snakelike woman, Astatos, laid closest to the glass door. Her left hand sticking into her rib cage, penetrating the flesh in a messy display. Her face was calm and her eyes remained open, the blood oozing from the wound and her face drained of all color.
The large man, Tungsten, had his head half butchered off. His face permanently paused in a shocked expression of betrayal. Both of his arms laid limply shredded, crimson liquid dripping from the remains. A hole gouged through his stomach, a pool of blood gathered beneath the mans huge body.
Thallos, Scandia's brother, was bent over a table. A gash leading from his throat to his thigh. His innards oozed from the wound. Spread across the table, mucus puddling under them. His eyes, glazed over, where focused on him. He gasped, mouth opening and closing like a fish's out of water.
"Thallos?" Sil walked into the gory scene. The door closed behind him. The metallic smell once again filling the room with its presents. Sil reached the table and took Thallos's hand. The color was fading from his face and becoming a sickly pale.
"You need-" blood dribbled out of his mouth, before he began to cough violently. "You need to s-save her, please. Please." His gripped tightened on Sil hand before he went limp. Pleading eyes still open and blood steaming from his mouth.
He squeezed his hand one last time before letting him go and looking around the room. Silex could hear a whispering coming from somewhere farther down in the room. He stepped towards them. "Hello?" The mumbling continued on. The mumbling of a woman. "Scandia?" He ran closer to her, the sun roof allowing only a bit of sunshine inside. The room was only dimly lit the farther back you got from the front windows. When he saw her relief flowed through him.
She was sitting down, leaning against the back wall of the room. Her left arm hanging from her socket, a knife wound on the front of her left leg. A pale face and a dazed expression. Mumbling something about her brother and telling him to run, to save himself and run.
He smiled and dropped to him knees, crawling over to her and grabbing her right hand. "Scandia, Scandia its me." He said. Her eyes focused on him and she stopped talking. "It's me Silex." Tears began to pool in her eyes.
"Sil, you came back." She through her one good arm over his shoulder, trying to move her left arm as well but only hissed in pain. "There all gone. Glenn went crazy. He- he killed them."
"It's alright." Sil cooed. "You'll be alright, but we need to get out of here first." Sil looked around and saw Kruptos's body. "I'll just check on him first, okay? And then we'll be outta here to get you help."
The hopeless look she gave him when he got up physically pained him, but he headed for Kruptos's body anyway. It was half way across the room. Laying face down his, head turned so it wasn't facing Sil as he approached. He was greeted with ragged breathing and a pained whimper. Blood squirted from a bad bash to the head, he was lucky to be alive. That looked like about all the damage though, no knife cuts or shreds, Glenn must have thought he killed him with one good bash to the head.
He bent down again, crouched so he was closer to the older man . "Kruptos, Kruptos, are you wake?"
"Well, I'm sure as hell not taking a nap." The sentence seemed to be filled to the brim with agonized pain. His breathing increased and it became much more ragged.
"You'll be okay. I'm going to help you, everything will be fine." Kruptos didn't seem to be able to hear him. He rolled the man as gently as he could over onto his back, managing to hoist him into an upright position. Did this make it easier for him to breath? Silex tried to think back to what those stupid videos his teachers used to show them in class. How to give CPR. He had never paid much attention to those in class, he would instead doodle pictures instead of writing notes. He wouldn't realize then that he would be punching himself in the head in the further for being so stupid.
The front door swung open. "Sil are you-" there was a pause. "Oh god. What the." The air began to smell less of iron as fresher outside air rushed in.
"Mr. Moore, can you help me we need to get these two out of here!" Sil yelled from across the room. He came hesitantly over to them, minding where he stepped and taking in the graphic scene. "Here, can you manage to drag him outside while I grab Scandia?" Calvin nodded bending down beside him, as Sil stood up and walked back over to Scandia.
"Hey, where getting out of here. Can you stand?" Scandia made an effort to stand before he finished his sentence. With only one hand she was clumsy and even more inaccurate then she was already curse to be. "H-hey, hold on a second. You're going to get yourself hurt." He put an arm under her bad arm and let her lean on him using her less painfully left arm.
She was mumbling again, about her brother, telling him to run and not look back. She was begging someone to stop, stop hurting them, that they were killing them. She showed no emotion while she mumbled. Lost in thought, back in time to the horror she had somehow managed to live through.
"Watch your step-" Sil said, but before she could look down he pushed her head back up. "Never mind, I'll watch your step for you."
He was trying, trying to help her. Trying to not let her see what he had. Trying to make her think there was still hope for her, hope for everyone.
He maneuvered around the blood, around the corpses. Avoiding the looks of betrayal and hate on there stone cold faces, seemly directed at him because he was not there to save them.
"They're not looking at you." Scandia said through her daze. "They're looking at the monster. The monster with the box."
Sil managed to push the door open with his foot, fresh air rushing to meet him. He put Scandia down by the side of the building and rushed over to open the door for Calvin. He did the same to Kruptos and placed him next to Scandia, so they could both catch there breath in the fresh outside air.
"Hey, where's the clown." Sil asked, puzzled to not see its amusing dazed expression.
"Uh," Calvin seemed to think momentarily about this. "He just kind of left."
"Yeah, he just turned around and left." He furrowed his eyebrows, seemingly trying to remember something. "Oh, yeah!" He yelled, snapping his fingers together.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a rolled up piece of parchment paper, a blue wax seal holding the roll in place.
"He handed me this before he left and I wanted to wait until you were here so we could open it together." He smiled.
Calvin broke the wax seal, letting gravity unroll the paper for him. They froze. The note was short, hand written in bold font. Eight letters long. Tearing and shredding at Sil's moral.
"She won't be alive long, so come quickly."
This was no doubt this was from King Kabus. He had invited them over to save Scandia's life, make sure she was okay. He looked down at her. Blood was oozing from the torn left arm, her face was becoming pale with blood loss. Enter the den of the monsters to keep her alive, the irony in that was laughable.
"Mr. Moore, how long will it take to walk back to your apartment?"
"To long, she'll be gone by then." He shook his head. "We don't have any other choice. We have to go back to that freak show part of the city."
Sil was taken back by this. Calvin didn't know these people , yet he was willing to enter a demon zone to save there lives. Calvin barely knew him, yet he went along with him on this shitty rescue mission.
Calvin looked at him with a kicked puppy expression. As if reading what Sil was thinking he turned to him.
"I'm not doing this because I have too. I'm doing this because its important to you, and what's important to you is now important to me." He walked over to where Kruptos and Scandia were sitting, picking up Kruptos bridal style. "Shall we then?" He asked, already taking a few steps back the way they came.
"Yeah." Sil answered, walking over to Scandia. He crouched down and brushed the hair out of her eyes. He turned around so his back was facing her. "Hold on for a sec, okay?" After a few attempts he got her on his back, a much faster and safer way then forcing her along and walking herself.
This remained him of when he was younger. He used to give piggy-back rides to his little sister. She would laugh and giggle at his horse impersonation as they ran around the house. His mother would look at them fondly and thank him for being such a good person or role-model to his sister. His was before his father lost his job and started drinking. Laughing was punished now, his father would beat anyone that was tempted to show any sign of affection for life. His mother, the last moment saw her before he was taken by the guards, she looked at him with disgust. Dark circles showed greatly under her eyes, form either lack of sleep or begin beaten. He didn't want to know. She looked him in the eyes and told him something he wouldn't forget.
"Thank you, for replacing your father. I hope she doesn't turn out like you, you were useless."
She spat on the ground and turned away. Polo stood in the doorway. Not sure why everyone was angry. She didn't know what was going on, but she knew something was wrong with her brother and looked about ready to cry.
"When are you coming back?" She asked.
He shook his head. "I'm not coming back, Polo. Don't let dad hurt you tho, if I can't be here to protect you you have to protect yourself."
He was torn away from them just like how he tore himself off from those memories. He pretended these weren't his and that he had read them somewhere, that he had wrote about them, that they never existed
The one handed grip on his shirt was tightening. And someone was mumbling in his ear. He had been walking while zoning out and he focused on what he was doing right now. "Ugh, I'm sorry!" He had been slowly loosening his grip to help support Scandia on his back. He pushed her farther up on his back and her grip loosened. "T-thank you." She whispered.
Tall grey buildings lined the horizon. They continued walking, the closer they got the more the snickers could be heard. The little creatures telling them to turn back or else. Something growled in the shadows. They stopped, looking towards the sound, but seeing nothing.
A beast stepped from the shadows, mouth twisted into a snarl. Razor blades as teeth. Four devil's tails thrashing violently behind it. It's four feet were spitting out flames and it scorched the ground wherever it stepped. It was covered in a short layer of light purple fur and between its ears it housed sharp antlers. The creature opened it's mouth to let out a sound that could terrorize and control an entire empire. "Mew." Okay maybe I was over exaggerating. The animal couldn't have been bigger then a foot in height. It resembled pictures of lion cubs except with purple fur and tiny pointed little dagger teeth. It gave a poor excuse of a roar before it waddled over and started gnawing on Calvin's right combat boot.
Calvin squealed."It's so fat! Look at it Sil, it just a short ball of chub!"
It growled, unlatched its teeth from Calvin's boot and walked ahead of them. Mewing every time it's paws touched the floor. Scorch marks burning into the floor.
"Even it's paw prints are adorable, they look like little clown's faces! I want it!"
"We'll come back and find it later, we have to find the king." Sil scolded, looking over his shoulder at Scandia. He had only taken a few more steps when a voice echoed through the apocalyptic kingdom.
"I see you've returned." The king stood in front of him the moment Sil blinked. Nearly causing him to scream and accidentally drop Scandia, but his grip somehow managed to hold and she didn't fall to the ground. King Kabus looked down at the ground. "Tsk, tsk, naughty boy. You shouldn't run off like that." The purple cub rubbed against the king's leg, purring like a motor engine. The king smiled fondly at the cub, scooping in up with long fingers and scratching the back of its head.
He looked back up at the four of them. "Well, don't just stand there, follow me." He preformed some kind of waltz while walking. Spinning and twirling as he made his way gracefully through his kingdom. Sliding through the streets and humming along to music only he himself could hear. He took long strides and his black and white dress flat shoes tapping on the cement. The cub in his arms laid calmly, purring, as they continued down the street. The voices had turned into grumbles of annoyance, creatures snarled and spat as they past there little hinding spots. Not lashing out and dragging them in because of the simple reason they were with the King.
"Follow me into my castle of dark. There is safely in the embrace of the quite race." Kabus whispered the lyrics to a song he most likely made up on the spot. "So how are you're little human friends holding up?" The black haired man asked, turning towards where they stood behind him, genuine curiosity in his voice. "They don't look to well, buuuut once we get into my castle everything will be fine." He continued walking backwards. The purple cub's eyes burning a hole in Calvin. His jacket felt awfully tight around his neck and he desperately wanted to tug it down, but caring Kruptos it was a dream that couldn't be reached at the moment. The King stared at him expectantly, somehow managing to do his walking waltz backwards.
"So where-" Calvin stopped and cleared his throat. "So where did you get that little cub. He's really cute."
Kabus smiled at him. "You really think so? He's such doll too." He didn't answer the question, but it didn't seem like there would be any more information on the topic to come.
"Here she is." King Kabus said, letting the cub slip out of his arms and jump to the floor.
The twin buildings were gigantic. Looking over all other buildings, watching over there domain, the fallen city of giants. Although they seemed identical design in the metal and cement proved other wise. One tower was etched with encryptions of fire, flames spitting out up to the tip of the tower. Heads of lizard like creatures where carved into the bottom, breathing the colorless flames and consuming the walls. The second tower was etched with symbols of water droplets. Vortexes of water swirling around the structure. Small people with wings flew above the water, seemingly creating it, they were expressionless as they bent the grey drops.
"Klovn, will you bring the girl inside the tower of rain." The king asked. The cub jumped over to where Sil stood.
King Kabus lead them into a large room, the ceiling was high and gorgeously decorated. A faded mural of angles playing harps while monsters danced and fought. The expressions on both the creatures and angles were whimsical at best and made Sil want to giggle at them. Sil's neck began to hurt from staring up at the ceiling. There seemed to be a story going on in the pictures, but Sil didn't understand it. The ceiling was spread out so far that he couldn't even see the beginning of it, mostly likely the reason he had no idea what was going on.
"Take a seat, Gentlemen." The king said, sitting on a white couch held up on four balsa wood legs crafted to look like gremlins. Two other couches remained. "One on each." He said pointing the the two other sofas that looked out of place in this giant empty room, void of everything but the triangle of sofas.
Calvin took a seat and then, following the Kings instructions, Sil sat on the other. There was a long pause. "Silex, dear, you aren't a demon are you." King Kabus inquired, folding his hands together. Sil paused, not knowing weather to tell the truth or not. He finally decided against lying.
"No, Sir." He said, expecting the worst reaction from the king. No reaction of hate came from him, he merely hummed.
"Now tell me," The monster king said leaning forward in anticipation. "What are you doing traveling with a Succubus?"
Sil looked at him puzzled. "I'm sorry, but I'm not sure what you mean by that."
Kabus leaned back, burrowing into the deeper into the pillows behind him, before sighing. He began conducting while he spoke. "Little Calvin hasn't told you he is a demon, a monster like the rest of us?"
Sil's eyes widened as he looked over at his latest traveling companion. He had his elbow propped up on the armrest, coving his eyes with his hand. "He hasn't? Did you want to tell him, Calvin? Dreadfully sorry, Chap." He stood up. "I'll exit, give you two so time to sort things out." He gave a deep bow before heading for the door. "I expect to see the both of you at diner tonight, I'm making it extra special for the two of you." The large twin door opened on there own violation as the King left.
They sat inside the chamber after Kabus stepped out. "I'm sorry." Calvin said, a pleading voice near tears.
"About what?" Sil asked feeling, lied to and betrayed. "You lying to me about being a human or the fact that-"
"The box." He said cutting off Sil, not wanting to here the painful accusing truth. "I know how much you loved that kid playing prisoner in the music box." Calvin looked down at the sofa. "I knew the moment I meet you, but I thought- I thought-"
"What? What could you have possibly thought? That maybe if you broke the box, maybe if you killed him you could use me. Use me for your sick little games." Sil was screaming now. "Well, guess what. I'm tired of being used! My entire life has just been being used so other people could be happier, sleep better at night. I'm sick of it. No one ever cared about me, ever thought that I had any worth. They treated me horrible, but I believed thing would get better. But that was stupid because they never did, and they never will!"
"I thought I could make things better." Calvin mumbled, just enough so Sil could hear him. "I thought that if I tried hard enough I could make you happy, I could make you love me as much as you felt for Neos. That I wouldn't be forced to be alone. Then I stared thinking that if I loved you as much as I told myself I did I would help you get him back." Calvin stood, face red and eyes threatening to burst with tears. "I tried." He yelled. " I tried for you, because I knew this was something I could do to make you happy. I knew what would happen the moment you got Neos back, but I did everything I could to make you smile. I screwed it up tho, just like I do to anything I've ever cared about in my life. Screwed it up and make it hate me." Calvin finally let go, water streaming down his face. "So leave, leave just like everyone else after I screw something up!"
Sil looked at him, shocked disbelief. A long moment passed, Calvin was breathing heavily, sniffling and wiping the tears from his eyes. Finally Sil turned, and Calvin felt his heart break. His footsteps echoed through the room, the door creaked open and then closed. No dramatic running to the door scene. An absence of any dramatic last words on Sil's part. No 'I don't need you' or 'I hate you'. He just left. Just like Calvin had told him to.
Calvin sunk back into the pillows. Sobs racking his body. Of corse he was alone. That's what he said he wanted, didn't he?
Sil strode through the corridors. He didn't know where he was going, he didn't even know where in the towers he was. He was expected at diner, huh? He rounded a corner only to stop when he was in the midst of a group of monsters. They looked like a group of kids, about as old as he was, but he just learned not to be fooled by appearances. A slim tall boy noticed him first.
"Hey, look what we have here." He said, causing the three other guys to also focus on him.
A guy with brown hair approached him, he three others not to far behind. Sil fought the urge to turn tail and run as they got closer. The brown haired kid said nothing when he stood in front of him, he just sniffed the air.
"Hey, Kid, you a Succubus?" The boy asked. "Haven't seen you around before, and lets be honest your kinds not really welcome around these parts. You'll get beaten to death in a matter minutes."
Sil swallowed. These kids were going to gang up on him and beat him to death.
A red haired boy spoke up from the group. "Don't worry, we don't discriminate. We ain't going to beat ya or anything."
"Yeah, but aren't Succubus extinct or something?" The shorter of the boys asked. They all paused, thinking about what had just been thrown onto the table. The brow haired boys eyes light up.
"Oh yeah! Dude, you gotta chill with us for awhile." He smiled, showing off large incisors. "I'm Imlock, talls guys Ferk, shorties Ramt and Ginger over yonder is Charf." They all stared at him expectantly.
"Oh. Oh! Yeah, I'm Silex."
"Silex? Cool name." The red head commented. "But lets be clear, no unwanted Homo allowed. If someone wants the homo go nuts, but if no NO, that clear?"
"Great," A devious smirk appeared on Imlock's face. "Lets go break you in, Silex."
Ramt grabbed him by the arm and began pulling him down the corridor. "What I'm thinking is princess prank time." He said, and got several approving nods for his idea. "Prank time it is then."
They pulled Sil through a mess of maze like hallways, seeming to know where they where going. "Here we are." Imlock said, stopping outside of a door with a plaque written in some form or language that involved a lot of squiggly lines and odds shapes. Ferk got down on his knees so he was at eye level with the door knob. Pulling a small piece of barbed wire from his pocket and jamming it into the keyhole. "What are you doing?" Sil asked. The door popped open moments later. "That." Ferk said, amusement clear in his voice. Everyone else stayed outside as Ramt went inside, coming out moments later with a bag of floating black puff balls.
"Mornitotes," he said, holding up the bag. "Exposed to great amounts of air at once make em' explode into puffs of coal, stuff gets everywhere."
"Sweet, we can put em' in Princess. Mov's make-up thing." Charf said, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Sil was once again pulled through the halls. They stopped at the bottom of a spiral staircase. A wicked smile seemed to appear on the four of the guy's faces in unison. Ramt noticed the confusion on Sil's face. "Guards not there." He supplied helpfully. "Which means it'll be a whole lot easier to get in."
"Makes things so easy." Imlock said. He began walking toward the single large door at the top of the stairs. Taking two steps at a time he reached the top of the stair case faster then the rest of them. He opened the door a crack. "Princess Movilina are you here?" He asked and smiled when he was greeted with silence. He through one the door.
A large King sized bed rested up against the east wall of the room. The floor covered in velvet carpet and a huge open window looking out over the city. The wall opposite of the bed housed a dresser made out of finely polished wood. The surface littered in make-up kits and brushes, combs, hair clips, spray bottles, perfume bottles.
"Which one you think she'll use?" Ramt asked, holding the bag of black floating coal balls tightly. "Maybe she'll use-" the room became silent.
"Torrence, I'm going up to my quarters, ta-ta." A woman's voice sounded from down stairs.
Ramt opened a random drawer and shoved the bag it. A deflating sound sound came from the drawer. "Guys, I think I clipped the bag! What do I do?" He was whispering, but there was fear in his voice.
"Forget about it! Everyone under the bed!" Imlock whispered, as the clicking of high heel came up the stairs. They all made a grab for Silex, ruffly pulling him under the bed with them. The five laid on there stomachs looking out from under the bed skirt as the door as it opened. Imlock was the closet the the edge to the bed, but still managed to remain hidden. Silex laid next to him, then Ferk, Ramt, and then Charf. Blue high heels and a pair of legs was all they could see as the woman walked in. She was humming a tune in a sweet voice as she stood by the dresser, examining herself in the mirror. She opened one of the drawers, moved things around and then probably not finding what she was looking for shut it. She did the same to that drawers neighbor, sighing when she once again couldn't find her possession.
"Where did I leave my scarlet necklace?" She mumbled to herself, pulling open another drawer. This time not the right one. She shrieked as a cloud of black cole erupted from the drawer. "Run!" Charf whispered as he rolled out from under the bed. The door wasn't locked, in fact it was open and he made a mad dash for it, followed by Ramt and then Ferk. Silex made a motion to follow in there lead, but was held down by Imlock. The moment he did the woman ran to the door, making a sound of disgust. Silex would have defiantly been caught if it wasn't for the brunet. He nodded his thanks, and it was returned. The hand did move from his shoulder, if anything the grip tightened, holding him harder onto the ground. The blue heels made there way over to the dresser, standing on tippy-toes. "Aug! This coal got in my eyes! I can't see!"
That seemed to be the signal, Imlock grabbed him and yanked the both of them out from under the bed. In a mess they somehow managed to stand and immediately make a break for it. Imlock holding tightly to his forearm, dragging him quickly down the stairs.
"Guards! Guards!" The woman's voice screamed. "Grab those miscreants and lock them in the dungeon."
Sil was dragged through the halls, the sound of demons in uniform boots marching after them. Half way down the hall was, a stroke of luck, a door slightly open.
"Over here." Imlock said, making a V-line towards it. Sil, really having no say in the matter, followed. They slipped inside and closed the door shut gently. The room was dark and Sil groped around the wall for a light switch. Imlock's hand slipped off and he walked across the room. A metal clink and a dim light filled the room. The corners still remained darkened, which for some reason really unnerved him.
Sil went to the door, pressing his ear against it, listening to the outside world. Imlock came up beside him and did the same. The heavy foot steps where coming closer to the door. The heavy thudding boots hitting the floor with every step. Sil held his breath as they got closer, closer, closer. Right past the room they march, not pausing or even suspecting the little room to be harboring the criminals. Once they sounded far enough down the hall Sil let out a sigh of relief. He looked up at Imlock who had a smile plastered against his face. The waited longer without any sound, the marching guards where to far away to be heard.
"We made it out alive!" Imlock said, giggling between his words. He through his arms over Silex's shoulders and meet there lips in a bruising kiss. Imlock paused, pulling back with a questioning look on his face. "Your not a Succubus, are you?" Sil's began getting nervous when the brunet tilted his head up, exposing his neck. "Your not even a demon, a monster, or anything were called, really." The demon began nibbling the soft skin of his neck, the incisors scraping against his flesh. "What are you?" He said, stopping and releasing his grip on Sil.
"I'm-yeah, human? I guess?"
"That's why you taste so good." Imlock wrapped his arms around Sil's waist. Giving him small kisses up his neck.
"Im-Imlock, stop." Sil demanded, wedging his hands between the two of them, trying to push the brunet off of him.
"I won't hurt you. I promise." The demon didn't loosen his grip on him.
"Really! S-stop, it!" Sil began struggling more against him. Trying to jerk himself free from the iron grip. He didn't respond to Sil's pleas, he just began humming while he ran his tongue along Sil's neck.
"Please, stop! I don't want this!" He was practically screaming now.
The door was thrown open, everything stopped. "What the fuck are you doing to him?" Calvin spat. Face red, anger in his features. Imlock pulled back, untwining his fingers, allowing Sil to slip.
"What's it to you." The demon said, squaring his shoulders. "It's not like you even have any claim to him anyway."
Sil had managed to slink back against the wall. Unnoticed by the two men.
Calvin pushed Imlock to the side, earning a snarl and glare from him. "Get out." Calvin growled. "I will kill you if you try anything like this again." The younger demon growled at him before leaving the room. "Fine." He spat.
Once he was gone Calvin sighed. "Silex?" He said, tone a completely different and gentler sound then when he was talking to the other demon.
"Thank you." Sil said pushing past him, leaving the room. Everything in his being screamed that this was wrong. That he shouldn't just leave after Calvin came looking for him, then saved him from Imlock. He did so against his own will, making his way down the hall. Sil still felt lied to, he had trusted him so easily. Thought he could trust him and for once not get hurt from his choice. Calvin didn't follow him. He didn't even sound like he moved from the room.
"Don't be alone." He heard Calvin yell after him. "It's never somewhere you'll want to be."
After awhile he found his way to the infirmary. The door was locked and a light shown through the crack in the door. He could hear Scandia and Kruptos talking inside, the voice barely audible even in the silent hallway. It had turned evening one time or another and the halls were dark, candles handing from chandlers were the only light. The candles and any light that could make its way through the window.
Sil had taken a seat on the floor. Knees drawn up to his chest and forehead resting against them. He was thinking. Thinking of Calvin. Thinking of what he could have said to him. What he could have done to make him realize that he didn't hate him, he just was doing what he had said earlier. Leave. That's what he had said, right? Leaving just like everyone else? He could have said he was sorry, sorry for being afraid of him now, sorry he didn't feel like he could trust anything he said. He could have stayed to listen to what Calvin had to say for himself. Listen to the reason, listen to the reason in why he did what he did. Listen to how breaking the box wasn't his plan. That he never meant for it to happen.
Thinking about Neos. He was gone. Trapped inside the shattered remains of that box.
Thinking of Glenn. That lying fuck. He would strangle him the next time he saw his face. That smile of a kid tricking them into thinking he was just that, a kid.
"Sir Silex?" A smooth voice came from above him. He neat jumped out of his skin. It was Klovn, face paint and all staring down at him. "Master Kabus, would care to inform you that diner is being served and he requests your presents. Please, if you'll follow me." The man with odd purple hair turned on his heels and began walking down the hall.
Silex stood, almost falling on numb feet. He walked after the clown, unable to feel the ground he was walking on. It almost felt like he was hovering just above it, seeing it but it wasn't there. He had walked about half the hall when needles began to jam themselves into his legs. They didn't exist either, just like the floor. It was the opposite. He could see the floor but not feel it, he could feel the needles but not see them. He continued walking. Each step its own little hell, lasting until the next.
Klovn stopped at twin gold platted doors that stretched to the ceiling. Waiting for Silex to catch up with him. Once Sil was by his side he pushed open both doors. Light escaping from the room and running into the hall. A long, slim table ran across the middle of the room. At the end sat the King and to his left Calvin, who upon seeing him smiled and looked down at the table. One seat remained and was already pushed out. He took a seat.
Platers of food littered the surface. Fruits, meat, vegetables, breads, pitchers. Predestined plates sat pre-served in front of him."Don't be shy. Seconds, thirds, fourths, and so on are welcome. So get as much as you like."
Sil sat poking a piece of meat with his fork. It looked normal. It was cooked, smelled fine. Silex raised the fork
and meat to his lips, taking only half the contents of the fork. It was fine. So was everything else, he really wasn't sure what he was expecting. Well, yeah he did know what he was expecting. Grilled Demons hooves, Lizard eyeball gravy, Liver on a stick, maybe something like uncooked raw meat from babies.
There was no conversation at the table. The only sounds where the sounds of forks and knives clanking against the plates. Half way through the meal the king cleared his throat.
"Silex, I was going to wait until after diner, but I got you a present."
Sil looked up from his food, a mouthful of mashed potatoes in his mouth. He politely swallowed before speaking. "Thank you, Sir, but I really don't like the idea of you going out of your way to do something for me."
"Nonsense. Bring it in will you, Klovn."
The clown like man left the room, coming back moments later with someone. Someone broken. Someone battered and beaten, starved, neglected. A broken silhouette of a man, a dazed expression on his face. Upon seeing Sil's face a smile broke onto his. The same forgiving smile on his face when he was inside that music box.
"Hey, Sil. Did you missed me?" All though he had a smile tears began to flow from his eyes. Eyes expressing more then his face, fear, but also complete joy. Lacking any resentment, any hate.
Sil stood. This was a joke, right? A heart wrenching prank? This couldn't be real. It just couldn't. Before he could stop himself he was running to the door. Grabbing Neos in an embrace. "Yes, yes, yes. I missed you. I did." He sobbed into Neos's torn and bloodied jacket. He could feel Neos tense, but then felt his arms around him. Resting his chin on Sil's head, he held him tighter. "I missed you too." The stayed like this for a long moment before King Kabus interrupted.
"Well, don't just stand there, lad," He said impatiently. "Pull up a seat, have diner with us. There's plenty to go around." The moment he said anything Klovn left the room, coming immediately back with an extra chair. It was placed right next to Sil's and they both smiled. Sil took his seat, and Neos took the one put out for him as Klovn prepared a plate for him.
"Thanks." Neos said, shoving a fork full of warm casserole into his mouth. He snaked his hand under the table entwining it with Sil's. He looked at the younger boy, looking for any kind of disapproval. Sil acted like this wasn't happening, that they weren't holding hands under the concealment of the table. The grey haired boy merely stabbed another piece of meat before slipping the fork into his mouth.
The king made small talk about his kingdom. The 'people' in it. The rules and regulations. The castle and the castle workers. When he took the kingdom over when it was a plague ridden village and turned it into a bustling utopia. He mentioned something about a iron fisted princess, who was ruthless in punishment. Sil wasn't paying much attention, but he would listen to small parts of it and ask questions to act like he was. He could hear the King rattling on, but was most interested in the hand holding his.
"Well, I should retire to my quarters." The king said, standing up and stretching. "It has been wonderful speaking with the three of you. I assume you'll be staying for the night? Klovn will show you to your rooms. Silex I have taken the special liberty of making your room a double, so you and your friend can sleep in the same room . Have a wonderful night, Gentlemen." The king left with a long sigh. Sil and Neos smiled at each other, a childish thing, like two elementary students who know a secret no one else does.
Sil slipped his finger from Neos, standing up and facing Calvin. They both turned there attention to him.
"Calvin." He interrupted. "And you don't need to say anything, it fine."
"It not fine. I'm so sorry for acting the way I did." He couldn't look Calvin in the eyes. "I was mean, rude, and overall just a horrible person. I went off on you because I was being selfish and inconsiderate. You went out of your way to try to make me happy and I thanked you by acting like a jerk." Silex took a deep breath, not used to be watched by people. "I'm just really sorry for anything, and if there's anything I can do to make it up to you-"
Calvin began giggling. "It fine, kid, it really is. I'm not saying that just because I have to. Remember, if it makes you happy it makes me happy." He yawned. "We should really be going off to bed. My stomach feels like its going to explode and I need to sleep it off." The got up and headed to the door. "Uh, Klovn?"
"Yes, Sir?" Klovn was standing by the door, fully alert.
" Sorry, but do you know where are rooms are?"
"Yes, Sir. Mr. Silex, Mr. Neos, if you'll, please, follow me."
They where soon led out of the dining hall. Into the hall and through the maze. They reached a staircase.
"I hope you will not mind your rooms are on the third floor."
"Not at all." Calvin said for them all, his cheery smile had returned from its vacation at some point. Up the stairs it was then. This much exercise wasn't good after eating so much. From the look on everyone else's faces they where thinking the same.
Sil stopped in front of a small window on the wall of the staircase. A courtyard had gathered a large crowd. He past the window just in time for a man with a black velvet sack over his head to pull the lever to the gallos. The floor dropped, along with four very familiar boys. There feet thrashed wildly before the body's went limp. A woman in a blue dress stood on the platform watching the process, shinning blue high heels where all Sil noticed. The executioner cut the ropes one by one. Letting he suffocated corpses hit the ground with a thud. When the last rope was cut and the last body hit the ground the crowd began to chant. "Are Princess. Beloved Princess." Sil felt sick.
He ran up the rest of the stairs, trying to keep the food in his stomach down. He stopped at the top the the stairs, still able to hear there sickening chants and cheering. Klovn wasn't far behind him. When he got to the top of the stairs he pulled a ring of keys from his pocket. Opening the first door. "Sir Silex, Sir Neos." He waited until Neos got to the top of the stair case before speaking again. "Your room. I hope you have a pleasurable night." He gave Sil a smug look before going to the room directly across the hall and unlocking it. Leaving Silex dry mouthed.
"Sir Calvin your room." He held the door open as Calvin went inside. Klovn heard the door to Sil and Neos's room click shut. "Master Calvin." Klovn said in a quiter voice.
"Cool, when did I get a promotion from 'Sir' to 'Master'?" Calvin said, flopping down on the bed.
Calvin could practically feel the fact Klovn rolled his eyes at him. "Because of the current events that where commenced in the dinning area King Kabus wishes that you to receive a token of his gratitude."
"That's sweet. What is it?" Calvin asked not the least bit interested.
"King Kabus wishes for me to be at your disposal for the night."
Calvin sat up, a blush rising on his cheeks. "Like sex and stuff?"
"Not necessarily. I could run errands for you, maybe be merely your personal bed warmer for the night." Calvin flopped back down on his bed, making a sound of annoyance.
"Fine, but don't think that the moment you close the door I'm going to be all over you." He paused, thinking over what he just allowed into his temporary room. "I do like cuddles tho."
The door closed and Klovn flopped down on the bed next to Calvin. Rolling over on his side and burying his face into Calvin's chest, letting out an exhausted sigh.
"The king has you working way to hard doesn't he?" Klovn nodded in response, soon falling asleep.
The first thing Neos did when the door clicked shut was look at himself in the mirror on the dresser. Making a face at what he saw. His hair was a tangled messy bunch, matted with blood and grease. His clothes where shredded with slashes, dried blood made it uncomfortable and itchy. A small gash on the side of his neck had began to scab around the edges, turning it black and grotesque. Other less noticeable wounds hidden under his clothing were probably doing the same thing. He hadn't showered in days and a slight stubble began to show around his chin.
"I really need to take a shower. Not like shower as in rain shower, I meant like as in bath shower." He clarified, and Sil just stared at him with an amused expression.
"Then lets take a bath. I can use this as an excuse to patch you up." Sil said, smiling as he looked at Neos's embarrassed expression. "I'll get the water running and see if there's first aid in one of the cabinets." He wished he could take a picture of the disbelieving look on Neos's face before he went into the bathroom.
He opened the door that was adjoined with there room. It was the size of more then half there actual room. Green tile lined the walls and the bathtub was a sparkling white. A while granite counter that housed the sink and the toiletries. Sil got down on his knees to be able to do through the bottom drawers. From his experience things that where not often used where kept in the bottom drawers in any room. He slid open the polished wooden drawers reveling a white first aid kit with a red cross.
"Found it." He said. Grabbing it and putting the kit on the counter, as he washed his hands. Neos popped his head into the room.
"Um, Silex, do you want me to-" He stopped himself and gestured to his clothing. "Can I kept my boxers on?"
"Sure. I don't see why not." Sil said, as if where the most normal thing in the world. Neos went back into the other room, sheepishly shedding his clothing. He came back in clad with only his boxer shorts, red faced.
While he was gone Sil turned on the water, letting it fill the tub with warm water. He had opened the first aid kit and had removed anything he thought he didn't need, placing them in the sink so they couldn't roll off the counter.
"Yeah, come on in. The waters fine." He said, distracted by unrolling the medical bandages to see how much he had been supplied with. Neos slipped into the water, letting out a shuddered sigh. He began rubbing the dried blood and dirt into the water. Red soon filled the tub, along with grease and brown. Sil drained the water, letting the tub fill up again. He was occupied with reading the direction labels on the tubes of disinfectant and about five other bottles.
Neos washed himself, cleaning the dirt off his arms and legs. When the tub reached chest level he began dunking his head underneath, holding his breath as he scrubbed the blood and grease from his hair. It felt disgusting he had to admit, but it was the first step in becoming clean again.
The water stung against every stab wound on his body, every time he moved small wave of water would splash against the slash wounds on his chest or his shoulder.
"Sil, will you, please, pass me the shampoo and soap?"
"No." Sil said, finally finished reading every label on the tubes. He turned around to face him. "If you get any of that in your wounds it'll hurt like hell. Just wash off with water." He saw a smile break out on Neos's face. "What?" He asked, not really sure if he said something even remotely amusing. Neos splashed around in the water a little bit so he could lean against the rim of the tub.
"Are you sure you're the same cute little kid back from Periodica? Or are you much cooler, braver and much more handsome then him?" He was smiling from ear to ear when he finished.
"Probably not." Sil answered, the smile seeming to be contagious because now he had one. "Are you the same funny, friendly, sweet, guy that I ran back into the prison to grab and save from being caught by the guards?" He emphasized the word 'back'.
"I hope so, because that was the one you like, right?" He said, trying to hold back a laugh. Silex rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, that's the one I like." He went over and turned off the faucet, letting the water drain, before grabbing the disinfectant and bandages. "Sit up. I'm tired the sooner I get you all fixed up so you won't bleed all over your bed I'll get to take a shower and go to mine."
Neos sat up and Sil went behind him, unscrewing the cap for the tube and smearing some of its contents onto a swab. "This might sting a little." He said. Before Neos had a chance to ask exactly what would 'sting' the cotton swab made contact with the gash on his neck. Earning Sil a hiss of pain. It felt like the cotton was set on fire, then nonchalantly pressed up against his neck. He was relived when it was removed and replaced by a cool bandage being warped around his neck.
"Is it to tight? I can loosen it if it is." Sil asked sounding worried about him. He could t help himself and started giggling."W-what?" Sil asked, not really sure what was going on.
"Remember when I asked if you where different then when I first meet you?" He asked, and Sil nodded in response. "You've somehow managed to become something in the middle of a complete and udder dork and a really cool and awesome guy."
Sil answered by putting the swab of disinfectant over the gash in his shoulder.
"Okay. Okay! I'm sorry!" He yelped, trying to pull himself from the burning swab on his shoulder.
"Don't be such a baby, if you don't want these cut to be infected then you'll have to go through this." Sil scolded, removing the swab and wrapping the gashed shoulder in the bandages.
Sil had managed to wrap most of the larger slash wounds and puncture marks in the bandages before there was a knock on the door. Neos was still sitting on the bathtub. Rubbing a particularly bad cut that Sil had accidentally dropped the entire bottle of stinging medicine on. He had of course apologized profusely, but Neos responded by puffing out his cheeks and rubbing his arm. Stubbornly refusing to look at him.
"I'll get it." Silex said, standing and heading for the door. The knock came again, impatiently this time. "I'm coming." He yelled at the door, loud enough for whoever was at the other side to hear him. He twisted the door knob, pulling to door inside the room.
"Scandia?" He said, throwing the door open the rest of the way. "Are-are you okay?" His eyes looked down to her arm. Severed at the shoulder and wrapped in bloodied bandages.
His mouth turned dry. "Scandia? Did-did-?" He stooped himself. Voice coming out raspy and rough. She smiled at him, a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
"Can I come in?" She asked, holding up a bundle of clothes in her one remaining arm. "Someone wanted me to bring Neos some clothes. Apparently the ones he was wearing where really torn up."
"Yeah. Yeah! Of corse, coming in." Sil said, trying to smile despite himself. His face ended up twitching and the smile was a failed attempt at lightening the mood. She came inside, looking around and letting out a slow whistle.
"Nice place you got here, way better the that hospital wing I woke up in."
Neos hadn't come out of the bathroom, she looked towards the adjoined room. "Neos? Are you in there? I brought you some clothes." Neos began mumbling from the bathroom. "What you say, Kid? Speak up, I hate it when people mumble."
"I said no."
"And why not?" Scandia called, looking slightly annoyed.
"Because your a girl, and I'm in my underwear!"
"So," A mischievous grin curled up onto her lips, making her look like the Scandia Sil knew. "You let little Sil go into the bathroom with you in your underwear, but I can't even see you? I'm sensing favoritism here." She looked at Sil, wiggling her eyebrows in an obscene gesture. A blush clawed up on his cheeks, but a smile too. If making fun of him and Neos made her smile then he was going to let her make every joke she could think of.
Neos walked out of the bathroom, his hair still wet. He made a grabby hands motion towards Scandia. "I'm here, now gimme." She graciously though the bundle of clothes at him. Smacking him in the face in the process. "Thank you, for choosing Scandia Delivery. No refunds valid past five minutes after delivery." She cooed in a fake voice, before bursting into abrupt giggling. Neos went back into the bathroom, most likely to change onto what he was given.
She walked over to one of the beds, flopping down on it. Her only arm resting above her head. "So where did you run off to, Sil. After you skipped out on us we couldn't find you."
Sil looked down, not really wanting to answer. He walked over and laid next to Scandia. "I'm more interested in what happened to you after I left. What happened to everyone?"
"You ready for a long story, Sil, Neos?" Sil nodded and Neos came back in moments later dressed in black skinny jeans and a baggy grey sweater. He flopped down on the bed, the other side of Scandia. "Ready." He stated, wiggling into a comfortable position.
"Well, obviously it stared when you ran away to look for Neos, great idea by the way," She stated sarcastically before continuing the story.
"W-we need to go after him!" Scandia shouted, taking a few steps forward before Thallos grabbed her and pulled her back. He shook his head.
"No, lass, if he wants to go looking for the man let him. He'll be back before dark, trust me." They went into the diner once more. Beginning the wait and doing just that, waiting. The room was usually silent, expect for the accessional complain.
"Lets just ditch him. He ain't coming back, and I am sure as hell not starving to death in this shit hole." Astatos spat. Annoyance clear in her voice, she was responded to with several angry glares and more silence.
They waited. They waited more. Then more.
Scandia's stomach growled, angrily protesting the lack of food. Each time it growled its hunger she tried to cover it up. Scratching on the wooden table, brushing her feet noisily against the dirt on the floor, clearing her throat, and tapping on the table. She felt like she annoyed almost everyone in the room with her cover up disturbances. Occasionally looking around to see if she procured any suspicious stares, no one looked. Truthfully she thought it was embarrassing having her stomach growling and she had acquired a tint of pink on her face after awhile of the cover ups. Dusk rapidly approaching it looked like she would have to endure the night of this growling frustration.
The night was cold, she curled up beside her brother, seeking out any warmth she could gain from him. Mostly everyone else had settled down for a horribly cold nights sleep. Silex still hadn't come back and she was beginning to question the realism behind Thallos's words. Regardless she pressed her face into her brothers chest, drifting into a sleep corrupted with nightmares.
In her dream she was running. Running from a little boy. A maniac laugh risk from his throat as he screamed threats about cutting yours. Everyone was there, all running from this boy. The only person who wasn't running with them was Glenn, because he was doing the chasing. Glenn screamed about playing a game and asking if they wanted to see his gold and blue music box. He started sounding more and more frustrated when they didn't slow down. He kept screaming and yelling for them to stop. That he wouldn't hurt them if they willingly stopped now. When they didn't he stared saying he would make them stop. He snarled his threats. Saying he would slash there throats and rip there guts from there bodies. He'd switch to asking them to stop, promising an eternal life of games and fun. Begging them to stop trying to escape him and join him in his wonderland. He clutched the shard of glass in his hand. Dripping with his own blood, dripping into the cement sidewalk. Every time Scandia tried to slow down she was forced along with Thallos. He gripped her hand tightly, whispering something that she could not hear. Glenn started sounding farther behind them, hissing profanity at them, then begging them to stop. Kruptos yelled something, she could see his mouth move but no sound presented itself. They seemed to all agree on this and ran into a small building, locking the door behind them and drawing the blinds. They all crouched in the darkness. There was nothing.
Scandia awoke with a jolt. The sun was just beginning to rise and it made the outside world look to be illuminated with a purple glow. Glenn stood by the door.
"Morning, Glenn." She said, trying to rub the sleepiness from her eyes. "What are you doing up this early, it like five o'clock in the morning, maybe." He didn't move from his position by the window. "Glenn?" She asked, her nerves rising, her voice sounding slightly shaky. He turned around slowly, a blank expression on his face, an empty glass salt shaker in his hand. He just stared at her for a long moment , them switched his attention to the salt shaker. He turned back towards the window, leaving Scandia shaking.
"Thallos. Thallos, wake up!" She whispered, punching her heavily sleeping brother in the chest, jolting him awake with her.
"What in gods name are you doing, Scandia?" He said, quit loudly in the quite room. The moment the sentence left his lips the glass window shattered.
"What the-" They both jumped, and the loud cracking waking everyone else in the room up from there slumber. Glenn turned slowly, menacingly. He looked at Scandia, then at Thallos, same blank expression on his face. He bent down, picking up a shard of glass between his fingers. When he looked back up he was- smiling. An insane psychotic smile that stretched across his face.
"Run." He said, in a voice that didn't belong to him.
Everyone was out of the diner without a second thought. Thallos had a tight grip on Scandia's hand as he pulled her down the side walk. She could hear his insane laughter behind them.
"Stop running!" He called out to them, Thallos's grip tightened on her hand.
"Hey, stop!" He growled at them before talking again. "If you stop running now, willingly, I won't hurt you." He said using an overly sweet voice. They kept running while Glenn called out similar things to them, trying to coax them into stopping.
"Stop!" He screamed, cursing profanity. " I will slash your throats if you don't stop! Rip out your intestines and scrape them across the floor if you don't stop right now!" He was snarling at them, footsteps falling behind the rest of there's, slowing down. His voice grow farther in the distance. Screaming something about games and eternal life of fun.
"In here," Kruptos said, throwing open a door. "We can hide in here, hurry."
No one objected, they just all ran into the small building. The moment Thallos and Scandia were inside he closed the door, locking it while Astatos and Tungsten closed the blinds over the window. They all crouched in the darkness. Scandia began breathing heavily, bringing her hand over her mouth to muffle her breathing.
This was all familiar. Way to familiar.
At first there was nothing and she wished that at any moment she would wake up, just like she did the first time. She knew it was useless. She knew this was really. The first time running there was a lack of fear, of udder horror. This time she couldn't breath. Her mind was swimming in a million different directions and she felt like she was going to be sick.
She could only hear the sound of her own ragged breathing, no calling, no angry snarl of profanity. The room was silent, a floor board squeaked, but that was it for a long time. No one dared move, no one wanting to accidentally give away there hiding spot with a question.
The door knob jiggled abruptly. Violently.
"Come out now and I probably won't kill you all." He paused. "You have five seconds."The room once again turned silent.
Astatos stood up from crouching by the window. Slowly dragging her feet to the door.
"What are you doing?" Thallos asked, alarm in his voice. "He'll kill us all the moment you open the door."
"I have to try. He won't kill me, I'm the one who let him in. The wouldn't touch me." Her voice was like a snake's venom. "You lot on the other hand. I hope he'll kill you all."
She unlocked the door before anyone could stop her. Sending the door open, Glenn stood on the other side. A smile on his face. She stretched out her hand to him. Offering something of a hand shake, face remaining neutral.
"Five." He said, voice dark despite his smile. "Times up."
He grabbed her arm jamming it violently into her chest. She fell to the ground, blood oozing from the puncture wound, from her heart.
Tungsten ran towards the boy, screaming as he did. He had not yet reached Glenn when he stopped, body convulsing. The young boy walked up to him, gripping the shard of glass tightly. Digging it painfully into the man's arms, raking the flesh over and over again. Turning the man's arms into a shredded bloody mess. Glenn stepped back, inspecting his handy work before making an approving noise low in his throat. He stepped back farther from the seeming paralyzed man, raising his arm and throwing the shard through the mans neck. He fell to the floor with a load thud, blood pooling under the man's half detached neck.
Kruptos was the next to run after Glenn, successfully grabbing his jacket collar. Thallos was soon after the young boy to.
They where beating him, and he just stood like a rag doll, being thrown viscously around between the two men.
"Mama told me not to break my toys on purpose, but I think this is the exception."
The two men froze, not really sure what Glenn had said. He looked up, a childish smile on his face. He jumped and brought his fist down on Kruptos's head, hearing the satisfying crunch of bones breaking as Kruptos slumped to the floor.
He turned to Thallos, who was now standing motionless. Glenn pushed past him, glaring eyes set on Scandia.
"I thought we were friends. That when you accepted me you would never leave me." He growled. "That was a lie wasn't it? You never liked me, never expected me. Now you have to die. Even favorite toys lose there appeal after awhile."
Glenn reached into his pocket, removing a long slender piece of rust iron, sharpened at the tip. Scandia stepped forward, towards Glenn.
"Thallos, run." Her voice was shaky with fear. "While he's distracted by me you can get away. Go find Silex." She gave a small laugh, frightened and short. "He's pretty cute. Maybe you can manage to swoon him. Sweep him off of his feet and make him like you. Sounds like a pretty good deal to me." She swallowed her fear. Glenn inched closer every second, hate in his eyes and the rusted metal in his hands. "Just go, run."
Thallos tackled Glenn to the ground, wrestling the metal from his hands, the iron snare. Glenn was growling, hissing, spitting, bitting, just like a wild animal would do. Everything stopped abruptly, Thallos stopped fighting, and Glenn was motionless. After a few moments the silence was replaced with laughter. Glenn stood and Thallos remained motionless on the floor. A slash across his stomach, his organs slipping from the wound. Scandia's eyes widened in horror. "Oh, God, no." She whispered to herself.
Glenn, with the metal in hand, ran toward her. His weapon raised in his hand, screaming like a wild man. She instinctively raised her arms to defend herself from the blow. He was to close to move out of his slashing range and the nearest weapon was also out of range.
She felt the flesh separate, the bone fragmenting, and warmth leak down her entire arm. He slashed up. Gouging her leg to the bone. She screamed in pain, unable to hold back the tortured sound. She slumped to the floor. Waiting for the last torture she would receive. The pain that would only last for a second before it and everything else was instantly gone.
"He's here~" Glenn said with childlike glee. "I'll let him find you himself, you'll bleed out before he can do anything to help you." He walked out of the building, singing a song about himself. Moving his arms in something that resembled a dance, he went out the door. Politely shutting it as he left.
"That's really all that happened while you where gone." She said, tears streaming from her eyes the moment she had mentioned the death of her brother. "Nothing much happened, as you can see."
She sat up, struggling with only the one arm to support herself. Once up she looked at the window, making a face at the darkness.
"I should be going back down the the medical wing, its already late and Kruptos is expecting me back."
"Wait," Neos interjected. "Kruptos?" He asked, a small hint of hope in his voice.
"Yeah, he made it. He should be fine. You should go down to visit him tomorrow. You're all he ever talks about." She smiled before walking back over to the door. Wiping her eyes before opening it.
"Do you want me to walk you do to the Medical wing? You can stay here for the night. I'm sure there's room for you." Silex asked, not really wanting Scandia to be by herself in this place.
"Nah, I'm fine, Sil. Thanks for being such a cutie, its really sweet." She turned back to face them. " I just want to be alone for a tiny bit, even if its just walking back to the infirmary. I'll be fine, Good night." They said good night in return and where left alone when the door clicked shut.
"Do you think she'll be okay by herself?" Sil asked, unsure if he should run after her and insist in accompanying her.
"Have you seen her, Sil? She is the toughest girl I have ever met." He smiled at him. "And besides I'm sure all the creepy, crawly monsters of the night are sleeping, just like we're supposed to be doing."
Neos went across the room to the other bed, pulling back the covers and jumping in under them. He let out a pleasant sigh as Silex got up and flicked off the light switch. "Good night, Sil." Glenn said, ready sounding half asleep.
"Night, Neos." He said, kicking off his own shoes and climbing into his own bed. The night taking advantage of his drowsiness and pulling him under almost immediately.
He woke up in the middle of the night, still more or less asleep looking around.
"Sil? Are you awake." Neos whispered, sounding near tears.
Sil yawned. "Yeah, yeah I'm awake. What are you doing up?" He would feel much better if he could lay back down and shove everything off until tomorrow, but Neos didn't look about ready to let that happen.
"I can't sleep. I keeps thinking to much, about everything. Can I stay with you?" He asked, nervously shifting from one foot to the other. Sil lazily rolled over, making room for Neos and immediately shivering at the cold he felt. He mumbled something incoherent, feeling the bed dip slightly as Neos crawled in. Almost immediately falling asleep.
He woke up again late morning. Something bird like was whistling and chirping by his window, but that wasn't what woke him up. It was the click of the door knob being unlocked from the outside and the slow creak of it being pushed open.
"Hello?" He asked, voice still drowsy. Managing to sit up and look at the door. Which had stopped being pushed open and froze with a small portion of the door already open. Scandia stuck her head through the opening.
"I didn't wake you guys up, did I?" She asked.
"Yeah, but its fine. Come on in." He said, managing to slip out of the bed without waking Neos.
She gave him a devious smile. "So what were you doing with Mr. Older- then- you that he ended up in your bed?" Sil looked over at him, still sleeping wih his face jammed against a pillow, mumbling. He couldn't help the smile that seemed onto his face.
"He just couldn't sleep, so I let him sleep in my bed. Looks like it worked out pretty good." He rubbed the side of his head. "But he was snoring in my ear most of the night."
Scandia laughed and nodded. The mumbling stopped and Neos lifted his head from the pillow, instantly looking to his right to see if Sil was there. He wasn't. He was out of the bed in a second, turning towards the door and seeing Silex and Scandia standing beside it. He let out staggered breath. Tears welling up in his eyes.
"Hey- Hey, what wrong? Sil's right here, see?"
The tears began streaming down his cheeks. "Yeah," he said, his voice turning ragged. "He- he used to do this to me, Glenn I mean. He would make these illusions of you guys, make them break in and say they were going to take me out of here. The moment I touched them they would disappear. He lied to me so many times. Trying to break me into the fact that you guys weren't going to help me, that you'd moved on and didn't bother to look for me. I kept believing you would tho, and I would follow the illusions just to prove I wouldn't give in to him. I- I thought this was one of them, this isn't real and you guys weren't real. I'm sorry. I panicked, I can't go back there. It was to horrible."
Sil had appeared in front of him, one of the few times he wasn't tied up. His face was serious and his arm was outstretched. " Hurry, we have to run now or he will find us." He knew this wasn't really. It was to good to be real, but he tried to take the hand anyway. It was quickly retracted the moment Neos had tried to touch it. He looked up at 'Sil' a kind smile was on his face. "We can catch up once we get out. Come on." He said, the smile plastered onto his face, as fake as he was. He knew that in a case like this Silex wouldn't have been shy about touching him, just like in the prison. He stood up regardless, nodding. He was led through rooms, probably that didn't exist and where like everything else in his life at the moment, fake and inexistent. The fake Sil began humming, the tune of the music box. Glenn seemed to be trying to tip him off that this was fake. Like he was to thick head to realize this was all a lie, a test. He continued on with 'Sil' through a labyrinth of rusted halls, in and out of rooms. The fake stopped abruptly, spinning around to face him with a look or absolute hate.
"Why are you still following me?" He growled. "I'm trying to help you! Stop following me, if you know what's good for you. Don't resist him, give in and the pain will stop."
He turned back and continued to walk, his steps echoing in the hall. For a long moment he didn't move, maybe he should just stand there. Not moving. He took a few steps forward, making up his mind and following the lie. There foot steps echoed in the hall. He could hear an angry growl rising from the throat of the 'Sil' walking ahead of him. He blinked and he was back tied to the metal chair. The beige man standing in front of him, morphing into Glenn's form.
"Why didn't you stay? Why did you follow him?"
Neos only smiled. "Because I can't stay, I don't want to stay. There is only torture here." He got backhanded immediately.
"Why don't you stay with me! Don't you like it here? I gave you everything I had, I gave everything to you! That doesn't matter to you though, does it?" He had slipped a knife from his coat sleeve. Mercilessly gouging it into his shoulder.
This repeated several more times. Several turned into dozens. Dozens turning into hundreds of attempts. If he escaped somewhere once he could do it again. What was better was that Sil was there in everyone of the attempts, all of them. He would show up and either lead or follow. Neos would always greet Silex with a smile and it was returned in a plastic way.
"How do you even trust me now?" Silex asked, after hearing what happened to Neos in the music box.
"Easy," He answered with a smile. "I never stopped. I knew you wouldn't do that to me. I knew that I could trust you, so I just kept doing it. Over and over again, until you didn't betray me."
They sat in silence as Neos seemed to zone out at some point. A horrified expression crossing his face before it turned back into a lazy and easy going smile.
A sharp knock came on the door, clanging of plates and dings of dishes. Sil turned his attention to the door, slipping off of the bed and to the door.
"Hello?" He asked, simultaneously pulling it open. He jumped back as a woman with a cart pushed past him into the room. She looked around.
"Good morning, Dearies." She cooed, Rosie cheeks and a grandmother's smile. "I've went through the trouble of making you kids some breakfast, still hot." She started setting up plates. She shoved one onto Sil before making two more plates. She wore a puffy green and white dress, a white bonnet half covering her hair, witch was a light brown tied in a expert bun.
Something that looked like blood red scrambled eggs, some kind of black mush, an oddly shaped bread and- hey, Bacon. Silex picked up one of the strips of bacon, hungrily taking a large bite.
"Thank you." He said, not wanting to sound rude. "Excuse me Ma'am?"
She hummed back in response. Handing Scandia a plate of the same food, if not something better. "Yes, Dear, what is it?"
"I don't mean the sound rude, but who are you?"
"I'm the King's personal cook, Elenal. I make almost all of the King's meals and he asked me to come serve you cute lot." She turned around to smile at him before turning back and giving a plate of steaming food to Neos. "Would you kids care for a cuppa?" They nodded and she began to poor steaming tea from the kettle sitting on the cart. After handing them all tea cups, overflowing with white steam, she pushed her cart out the door.
"I'll come by to collect the cups later, when your done. Have a good breakfast, Sweets." The door clicked closed and the sound of the squeaking cart sounded down the hall. She had left utensils on the table, Sil had grabbed a fork and shoved as much of the oddly colored eggs as he could into his mouth.
"This is actually really good." Silex said, his mouth filled with food. "Red, but good." He finished the contents of his plate within a few minutes, downing the tea and letting out a satisfied sigh.
Scandia had already finished her plate and Neos was almost done. "Yeah." She said. "I want to a king do I can eat like this all he time." Neos nodded his agreement, settling his plate on the bed. He stood up on the bed, practically moon walking on top of it until he got to the edge. He not so gracefully jumped to the floor, bare feet thudding against the floor.
"Will you guys go with me to see my brother?" He asked gingerly. Folding his hand in front of him. "I want to see if he's okay." He shifted from leg to leg, not seeming to be comfortable in the position he was standing. Scandia smiled.
"Of corse. He woke up the same time I did, but didn't want to come up with me. So lets go."
Silex put on his shoes, so did Neos, venturing out into the hallway, finding Elenal coming out of the room Calvin was sleeping in. They waved at her.
"Sleeping like wee babies." She said as they past. They followed Scandia, they only person out of the three of them that seemed to know where they where going. They went down a few flights of stairs, as the group passed several windows Sil expected to see the four boy's body laying on the platform. They were gone of corse, exposed of long ago, not deserving of a burial and left outside of town for creatures to feast upon the corpses. The thought sent shivers down his spine. He had seen all four of them not to long ago. There smiles bright and full of mischief. He shook the thoughts from his head. Willing them away and put on a fake smile as Scandia pushed open a door with a a black cross on it.
Neos stopped outside the door, straightening his short and combing his fingers through his hair before he went in. Sil rolled his eyes at this and followed in his footsteps.
Kruptos was proper up against the back board of the bed. A bowl of soup in his hands, steaming slightly, but still completely full. He gave something of a half-hearted glare when he saw his brother come into the room and then a look of hate when Silex did the same.
"Hi, Kruptos." Neos said, suddenly at a loss of words. "Are you okay?" He blurted the sentence out, knowing it was one of the worst questions he could ask. His brother stared at him and insulting expression crossing his face.
"Do I look 'okay' to you?" He said, something between a laugh and a snarl. His features softened. "Of corse I am get over here." He opened his arms, offering an embrace.
Sil felt like he and Scandia were intruding on there brotherly moment. "I missed you." Kruptos said, patting him on the back before letting him go. Neos smiled, stepping back a few steps. "When you first got kidnapped Scandia said the most outrageous thing."
"What was it?" He asked, looking from Kruptos to Scandia then back again, expecting for some hilarious answer.
"She said that you loved Silex, funny, right?"
The room turned silent. Everyone but Kruptos froze, and Neos noticeably tensed. The older man looked suspiciously at all of them.
"Is something wrong?" He asked, genuinely not sure. Neos folded his hands in front of him, a nervous tick he recently picked up. He looked back at Sil who, at the moment, wasn't paying attention to him. Neos swallowed, seeing how this time he was flying solo and wasn't getting anyone else's help.
"It's kind of maybe, probably, most likely, to some extent, on some level-" Neos tried to drag the truth out far longer then he had to. Postponing it with every word he could think about. Momentarily he thought of just grabbing a dictionary and start read aloud from page one, when he realized that would probably be a bust he continued. He stopped, drawing in a deep breath. "Yes." He said simply. He felt judged already, but Kruptos just looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"Yes, what?" The older man asked, rubbing the side of his head covered in bandages.
"Yes, I like Silex. Are you happy now? You've gotten the answer you've been waiting your entire life for." He felt suddenly defensive. Like his brother would out cast him. He wouldn't do that. He just wouldn't. They were brothers weather they liked it or not, and they always would be.
Kruptos stared at him blankly for a long moment. "No." He said. "You are not allowed to think that way about other men. It's wrong. It's disgusting."
"So," Neos grumbled, stepping over protectively in front of Sil. "What are you getting mad about. This is my life, you shouldn't be able to take this away from me. Who I like and how I choose to express that love has no effect on you what so ever."
Kruptos looked at him disgusted and gritted his teeth. "I said 'No'. Now get away from him." He growled, Neos didn't move. "Neos." He snapped, like a parent with a disobedient child. "Get away form him, now." The last word has sharp and angry. He didn't move, a serious look on his face. Silex stood behind him and Scandia took up a place by Neos's side. She was staring intimidatingly at Kruptos as the argument continued, holding her tongue. The room became silent, a deadly silence that fills the room before all hell breaks lose.
"Get out." Kruptos grumbled under his breath. When no one moved he began to scream. "I said Get Out, leave. I never want to see you again. I'm ashamed to even be related to you!"
A hurt expression passed over his face. "Kruptos, you don't really mean that. Just take some time to cool down." Scandia said softly. Clearly trying to hold in her angry and no let it erupt.
"Get out! Get out! Get out!" He barked, through off the covers on the be and standing up. Scandia huffed and left the room, grabbing Sil's arm as she went by and pulling him along with her. Kruptos was panting, face red and fists clenched. Burning hate in his eyes. Neos continued to stare at him for a long moment, feeling betrayed he left the room. Not turning back when Kruptos yelled at him. Yelling that he was wrong and was going to hell for his choices that he described as mistakes and deals with satan.
The door shut and Kruptos combed his fingers throw his hair, letting strains fall onto his face. He sighed, angry still bubbling in his chest. He needed to get some fresh air.
He waited until he couldn't hear footsteps walking down the hall before he opened his door, looking both ways and seeing no one. He causally stepped out, heading in the opposite direction of the footsteps he had heard. He needed to get outside. He strolled through the halls, trying to settle his nerves and simultaneously find the front door.
He led himself through a back door and out into the back alley of the towers. It wasn't really an alley, but it had a similar feel to it. Shaded by the towers that touched the sky, grimy, and baring a dirt road between the back walls of the towers and a few abandon shoppes. He had taken only a few steps forward, into the alley and into the partially fresher air. The door slammed shut behind him, making him jump and turning the alley alive. Kruptos turned around, towards the door, only to stop instantly. His breath hitched in his throat and he was about ready to begin screaming.
"Do you really know what hell is, Kruptos?"
Glenn was leaning against the closed door. Inspecting his nails and not paying any attention to him. Kruptos's mind thought back to something Glenn himself had said 'run'. So he did. Making a break for the end of the alley, out of the dark and into the light.
The light was the beckon of hope. When running from a monster of the shadows one naturally runs to the light, correct? An insect to a flame, a dog to its calling master. He knew the light would not make the monster fade from existence. Knew to well he would not be able to stop when he reached the light, he would have to keep running. Forever.
Glenn laughted. "That was quite rude. Don't you want to know the answer?" He began striding after him. He wouldn't be able to escape. No one was ever able to escape. Not one.Glenn rounded the corner, watching Kruptos desperately try to open the door.
"They've locked the doors. They would open them for you, not with the chance of me getting in." He got closer, humming his approval. He could hear the older man mumbling as he tried to open the duel doors of the tower. He wasn't getting in. Kabus may be the king, but even he is wise enough not to run the risk of letting Glenn into his castle. Letting the snake into his home.
He slipped the rope and razor from his sleeve. Moving behind Kruptos, stealthily, and oh so quietly. Moving closer, closer, closer to the man. Slipping the rope around the man's neck like a noose. Kruptos tensed, bracing himself for fight or flight. Honestly he never got the choice.
"The definition of Hell is the person you've become meeting the person you could have become. That why I'm never leaving, I enjoy torturing this world to much. I'll suck this one dry before I move to the one after it." Glenn finished his sentence. Tightening his grip on before jerking back on the corse piece of material as hard as he could. Separating his head from the rest of his body instantly. The corpse sunk to the floor, now just a limp shell of blood and organs. Glenn let the body slump and focused on the head. Picking it up from the hair.
"They say the brain is still fully functioning thirty seconds after the head has been removed. Is it true?" He asked in a mock voice, before laughing and throwing the head to the side. "This must be what it's like having friends." He said to no one. "I don't know why I didn't get some earlier." He crouched down beside the corpse, looking at it with fascination. Glenn rolled the body onto its back. He used the blade, resting in his hand, to cut through Kruptos's shirt and stomach. A foul stench filled the room, being released into the air, but not fading as quickly as Glenn hoped. He made a face and a sound of disgust.
"This is terrible, but its going to be so much fun." He thought aloud to himself. He needed to get Sil, Scandia, and Neos out of the towers, what better way then using one of there own brothers to help. Glenn dug his hand into the corpse, grabbing a piece of the mucus coated intestines and reeling it from the body. Using the blood and mucus to coat the door with the substance. He began whistling the music box tune. Putting hand prints all over the walls and doors in blood and mucus. He was drawing, drawing with blood.
He stepped back inspecting his work, like he had seen Neos do hundreds of years ago. He liked it. He had drawn rosemary, blooming rosemary. Some say a blooming rosemary signified the end of the world, and it was his goal to help end the world. He hated it was a burning passion, which is why he helped others flee it.
He pulled a box of matches from his pocket, gingerly striking it and letting a small flame rise on the tip. He simply dropped it on the body, letting flames engulf it, the fire leading from the body to the spread intestines. The crackling fire spreading farther, claiming territory as it grew. It reached the door, setting fore the the painting in blood, burning the rosemary and engulfing the picture completely.
Neos paced the length of there room, an angry expression on his face. Silex and Scandia sat on his bed, watching him pace and rant.
"He thinks he owns me. That I'm not allowed to have opinions. That I'm not aloud to like the people I do." He turned on his heels. "Hey, Sil, you like me don't you?" He asked bluntly.
"Eh." Came the response, as Silex laid back down on the bed, folding his hands under his head.
"Oh, come on, Sil." Scandia whined. "We all know you like him, to some degree, you're just in denial."
"I'm not in denial." Sil said, snickering as he did so. "Maybe you haven't noticed, but we're in the middle of uncharted territory, being hunted down by a psychotic little kid. If the government found us they would have are heads in a second and we're staying in towers run by some kind of Monster overlord."
Scandia nodded. "Sounds like denial to me." Silex hit her with a pillow. Smacking her in the side of the head with plush feathery pillowyness.
The door clicked open. Elenal poked her head in. The epitome of desperation, horror, sadness, and gloom. "Children, will you come with me for a moment?" She asked, the words seeming to pain her. Her desperation unnerved them, something was very wrong.
They went out the door without question, once assembled out in the hallway they saw Calvin who was close in toe. He gave a smile wave to them when they where walking quickly down the hall. Scandia got as close as she could to him.
"Do you know why we're here, or where were going?" She asked, hoping for any kind of answer. He just shook his head, mouthing the word 'Sorry'.
They reached one of the side doors and hurriedly opened it, shooing them out. "Go to the front of the tower, Darlings, you'll figure everything out yourself then." She checked them over, like a mother would do, about to send her little one to school for the first time and making sure they were presentable. She seemed to approve. "Take care, Loves, stay together and don't get hurt." She stepped back inside and closed the door, locking it so it couldn't be opened from the outside. They looked at each other. Something was wrong, so terribly wrong.
Running to the front of the tower Neos rounded the corner first. Stopping at the first glance. Calvin was second and Sil and Scandia came up shortly behind them.
The entire front of the tower was a sea of fire. Flames lashing out from every side, the fire attempting to not only touch the sky, but set it ablaze like the tower. The fire had reached the water marked tower beginning to set fire to the water as well. Neos ran to the twin doors, the metal beginning to melt in the heat. King Kabus stood by the melting doors, standing inside the fire, skin beginning to peel. Klovn stood by his side, hands placed over his eyes, hunched over slightly in pain. Blisters covered his hands and he was on the verge of screaming, faith to the King until the end, I suppose. Something that resembled a corpse laid on the group, black and melted. Calvin came up running beside him. Stopping only when he reached the outskirts of the flames.
"Klovn!" He yelled, desperately trying to get his attention. The man removed his hands from his eyes, looking up at Calvin. "Please, come with us." He begged, but the man onl shook his head.
"Even if I wanted to I wouldn't be able to escape." Klovn's voice was raspy. "I am tied to the towers, any harm to them will inflict on me. A jester also always stayed loyal to the king."
"And the King goes down with his castle." Kim Kabus added, his arms and cheek skin beginning to fall off and blister underneath. Calvin stepped into the flames, burning his feet instantly.
"Then let me come with you." He said, engulfing himself further. He turned back towards Sil. "You don't need a lying monster following you around all the time." He gave a slighted pained smile.
Silex, who was standing next to Neos, stepped closer to the fire. "You didn't lie to me. I messed up, I should be asking you to forgive me." Silex swallowed, the heat and smoke burning his eyes, making them more watery then they already where. "I'm sorry for everything. Just- just, please, don't leave us behind."
Calvin stepped farther into the flames, now fully engulfed. "This is the one time I can't make you happy, Sil. If I don't do this now I'll regret this for the rest of my life."
He wanted to run after him. Grab him and drag him out of the flames. Tell him he couldn't go and he wouldn't allow it. Wanted to yell and scream and beg for him not to go. Say he's sorry, over and over again. Never stopping until he was forgive for every little thing he had done wrong in his entire life. Hug him and say that he loved him like family. That he couldn't lose someone else.
He couldn't do any of that.
He stepped back and nodded . Seeming to understand Calvin's reasons, but in reality he couldn't force himself to do it. Calvin smiled as he turned his head, his skin blistering the farther into the chaos he got. He had to be in pain. So much pain, but he continued on, because that was just who he was. He finally reached them, instantly throwing his arms over Klovn's. He bushed his lips over the clown's forehead before dropping his head down on his shoulder.
Silex couldn't run into the fire to grab Calvin out. He would burn before he managed to reach him. He could get him to come out willingly, on his own. There was no way out of the maze. There was not a way out of the maze since it had been constructed by a sick little kid with a kink for music boxes.
Sil turned away, but he could still imagine he scene. Calvin's skin had begun peeling out, do to the constant lick of flames. His face was blistered and he held back scream of agony. Klovn whispering in his ear soothing thing, but also the fact that he can leave, escape and live. Calvin would shake his head and continue holding onto the man. The King stood by them. Serious and melting along with he door to his castle. The flames had probably reached the inside. Where the castle servants and guards standing behind the door. Knowing there to be no escape and will burn along with there castle.
Eventually muffled scream. They burned and burned. Being slowly cooked by the flames, unable or unwilling to escape.
Even without being able to see the graphic scene Silex could visualize the horror going on behind him. Scandia had joined him at some point and had her back to the torturous flames burning and lashing at there skulls. People had begun to scream, hundreds of people, begging for there lives in a language Sil couldn't understand.
Neos continued to watch the licking flames spreading across not only the building, but the faces of the three remaining under the rain of fire.
He didn't know these people. He didn't care that they where being consumed, along with the towers. He watched them burn and melt. Watched as the skin melted and there melting skin developed red burning blisters. He watched them withstand more then any other human should be able to, proof of there parentage. He felt nothing as he watched them, staring blankly , but not really seeing anything.
Something tapped on his shoulder, pulling him out of his daze, to relise he had been staring right at King Kabus. The King had been staring back, a deadly sneer on his face. A head by his feet, cumused as they all where. It looked familiar. Was that- He was jerked around before he could actually see it and not just out of the corner of his eye. Sil had grabbed his hand, tugging it away slightly.
"I don't want to be here when they-" He couldn't get himself to actually finish his sentence. He made a weird gesture with his free hand, something he himself wouldn't be able to find the meaning of.
"Yeah, of corse Sil." He allowed himself to be pulled along. Looking back once and never again, the small outline of the head still laid on the ground, at the foot o the burning king. His tails lashed around, beginning to dissolve. Silex didn't look back, he couldn't. He was abandoning Calvin, and he knew it. He betrayed not only Calvin Moore, the only person, or not, who had shown the tinniest bit of blatant affection towards him. He also betrayed himself, the only person he thought he could trust, the only person he knew he could always count on and not judge him. As he walked he kept his head down, like a prisoner to himself, the person who could not trust now.
They could hear a manic laugh coming from the towers. They could see the flames setting fire to the sky, to the heavens that Silex was beginning to question there existence. Four people had gone to this nonexistent place in the sky, crossing to bridge to escape the cruelness of this world or cross the bridge into a worse one.
They had begun walking, into the unknown. The scariest fact in this story. Scandia was near tears, Neos was flat out bawling. Silex felt like he had one thing left that he cared about and it was slipping from him. He tightened his grip on Neos's hand, assuring himself he was real, he still existed- he wasn't alone.
They could hear the patter of steps following them. Hear the tune, that they now associated with revenge and death. Scandia didn't say this during the story, but it was the same song Glenn hummed as he murdered him, her brother Thallos.
They had seemed to give up, just stop life, make it easier on themselves. Scandia and Neos began to lag, falling into the monsters mouth. Sil fought to keep them moving, not slowing in there pace, just keep them walking.
It wasn't the biggest request in the world, right? They just needed to put one leg in front of the other and keep moving. Sil now had both of there hands, desperately tugging them along.
"Why are you still trying Sil?" Scandia asked. Making him turn on his heels and stop. He could see the man in beige behind them, he stopped with them. Long legs taking a break in there tirade. "There all gone. We have nothing left. Nothing left to live for, No one left to live for." Her voice was filled to the brim with sadness and anger. She was shaking furiously.
"You guys are all I have to live for, and that's something. And as long as there is something, no matter how small it gets that will always be a reason for me to keep living." Sil was near tears when he turned back around and began dragging them again.
"My parents used me to make them money, I was never good enough for them, they treated me like property and not a son. I was home schooled so I never had friends, no one to talk to. I was raised believing it was my fault that we lived in horrible conditions, with nothing to eat. Raised think I was the problem. You didn't go through any of that. Scandia, you have-"
"Have. Thallos loved you so much, and actually gave his life thinking of what was better for you, not himself. Neos, you have, and will always have, a great brother. Things got bumpy lately, but he still loved you. I'm sure he would apologize if he where here. I had nothing. My parents used me until they thought I would move out soon and had my sister, for the same purpose as I served to them. I still think there's something to live for."
Things where silent for a long moment. Scandia reached for Sil's belt, grabbing the knife resting on it.
"Hey, What the-"
Scandia ripped herself from his grip.
"I'm sorry, Sil, but I don't see it." She turned of her heels, making a mad dash backwards.
"Scandia!" Sil screamed, trying to run after her, but Neos held his hand firmly and refused to move. "Scandia, don't leave!" He screamed, she brushed him off. Not caring what he had to say.
She ran to him, the beige man. The knife raised in her hand. The beige man, who was actually Glenn in a different form smiled. He didn't have eyes, but his smile was enormous, stretching across his face in a painful display. He raised his arms in a way that suggested a hug.
The smile faded as he was stabbed in the chest, turning into a frown almost immediately. As if he wasn't expecting this and was expecting a kind and friendly offer. She twisted and jerked to knife around in his chest, blood squirting from the wound. The tall, lanky man returned back into a child. A look of horror on his face and then a snarl.
"Why?" He growled, throwing Scandia off of him and into the building by his side. She collided with the wall, an audible crack could be heard and she slummed to the ground. Glenn pulled the knife out of his chest, branding it as his own weapon. He strolled up to Scandia, violently jerking her head to face his own. "Beg." He ordered. "Beg for your life and I probably won't kill you, we can be friends again." He spat the last word, sounding pissed. Scandia spat at his feet, showing her defiance until the end.
Glenn took a good hold on the knife, raising it into the air. He brought it down on her head, splitting it down to her forehead. She slumped to the ground. Glenn didn't stop. He continued lashing her body. Down her neck, striking gashes down her torso. Tearing her apart from her seams, ripping apart her flesh until she was just a unrecognizable corpse. Blood spattered the walls, blood covered almost everything. The walls, the ground, her corpse, even Glenn was covered in red.
"Something to live for, huh?" Neos whispered before making a break for it dragging Silex along behind him. Sil had almost tripped on his feet several times before he finally found his footing and began running with him. They could still hear the ripping of raw meat behind them. He didn't seem to notice them. They ran.
Neos and Sil where panting by the time they stopped. Breathing hard, with legs shaking, sweat dripping down his face. There was a laundry mat at there side. Color faded chairs where inside, the roof of the building was caving in. Not to far from it was a tunnel, half concealed by a faded green woman's crowned head. They walked up to it, touching her face in awe. They had been here once. A couple days ago, maybe a couple of years ago with how much things have changed.
They were here with people once. Astatos, Silex, Neos, Khloros, Kruptous, Radon, Scandia, Thallos, Tungsten, and Glenn. Calvin would soon come, Klovn, Kabus, and Elenal would be right behind him. Imlock, Ramt, Charf, and Ferk would come out of the tunnel laughing and joking around. Imlock's smile would grow brighter the moment he was him and Scanida would make a cut throat gesture. Calvin would joke around with Klovn and Thallos would go over to Scandia and throw his arm over her shoulder, saying something to make her laugh. Astatos would look at them all like they were children and Kruptos would come over and say Neos's love for Silex is fine.
Sil stared at the tunnel's entrance. Waiting and waiting for the four boys to stroll out like he told himself they would.
"Might as well go inside, go back to the city." Neos started climbing back up to the entrance, offering a hand to help Silex get up as well. He nodded. They should check out the tunnel, something was wrong. Maybe the boys got there shoes stuck on that moss covered floor inside.
Sil took the hand up, hoisting himself up to the tunnel entrance and looking inside. The scattered single bulbs were lit, illuminating the walls.
He stepped inside. Shoes getting stuck on the moss. He ripped them free and repeated the process. He could hear Neos ripping his feet from the floor behind him. He turned offering a weak smile, Neos stared at him for a long moment before looking down at his feet, a smile not returned on his face. They walked. Velvet ripping and sticking. Ripping and sticking. Sil's legs began to burn, his knee popping constantly to the movement, making him feel uncomfortable.
The tunnel was longer this time. Stretching on forever, never coming to an end that was in sight. Silex froze. Farther back behind them was a familiar sound. The ripping and tearing of the velvet moss floor, someone was following them.
"Sil, Neos?" A woman's voice called, Scandia's voice.
"Hey, Kiddos, are ya in here?" A man with an accent called, Thallos.
"Silex! Neos, Sil." Another man called, it was Calvin.
Silex turned around so fast he could have gotten whiplash. This was a joke they had played to far. He didn't appreciate the sick twisted humor, but at least no one was dead. He took a step backwards.
"Silex, what are you doing?" Neos asked in a whisper.
"There all okay, it was just a joke. No ones really dead- right?"
Neos shook his head. "Listen, there is one pair of foot steps and three voices," He paused letting Sil listen for a second. The ripping was still relatively farther back in the tunnel. "And you saw all three of them die. They all died right in front of you, Scandia, Calvin, and Thallos. This is all just a trap to get us to to backwards."
Neos stepped forward, making a motion to grab Sil's forearm or his hand again. He jerked out of reached, not letting Neos touch him.
"How do you know?" Silex demanded answers.
"You weren't there when I saw Thallos die. You where still being held captive in the music box. How do you know?"
No one moved. It seemed like no one breathed.
Neos gave a smile smile. "I knew two of them died in front of you. I just assumed they all did." He reached back out, trying to take Sil's hand in his. He jerked back, not letting Neos touch him.
"You said Glenn made clones, holograms of people to trick them into following them somewhere. I can touch you. Why?" Silex had begun backing up, feet ripping on the mossy floor.
"Sil, I don't no what you mean. I just-"
"No! What did you do to him? Where is he?" Sil practically screamed, voice echoing through the tunnels. Neos was cut off. His smile disappeared.
"Do you know what I did to him?" Neos said in a voice that was not his own. "I killed him in my music box. I led him through one of my mazes, following behind a hologram of you. He trusted even your holograms so, so much. To bad I used no if them to kill him." A grin grow on Neos's face.
Sil felt his mouth go dry. He opened and closed it several times, trying to find the words he wanted to say, to scream, any words.
Neos continued. "I had you turn around and stab him through the heart. He didn't seem to need it anyway, not when he loved you so much." He made a face at the word love, brushing it off and continuing his story. "Do you know what his lasts words where?" He paused giving Silex a chance to answer. When nothing seemed to be coming forth he started up again. "He said 'I follow because I love you' pathetic really. Even though you were the one to kill him he still loved you so much."
Sil continued to go back in the tunnel never taking his eyes off of Neos. Not because he fear him, no, but this would be the last time he saw him again. 'I love you too.' He mouthed, to nothing in particular. He turned around, forcibly ripping his eyes off of Neos. He made a break to the end of the tunnel, trying to run as fast as he could in the moss. As he ran the moss didn't hold him back. The small strains of velvet like greenery seemed to feel his distress and swayed out of his path. His shoes clanked against the ground, now slightly visible under the floor coating.
"H-hey," He heard 'Neos' yelled behind him. "Come back!" Silex could hear the ripping of the floor holding him back. The velvet didn't seem to care for Silex, actually the moss seemed to let him pass them rather easily. Some of his steps were sticky, like stepping on dried puddles of soda.
He was running as fast as he could, gaining quick ground in the tunnel. A light shown in the end of the spiral, growing larger with each step.
The light was close now, the sudden bright light burning his eyes. He burst out of the tunnel falling face first onto the floor with a thud. He looked up, the city had gone on without him and things looked to be residing as normal. A little boy in a large dark green jacket stood staring down at him. He couldn't have been older then four years old and his wide eyes showed surprise.
"Shhh." He put a finger over his mouth in a gesture of what he had just said. He boy gave a short shrug before walking in the other direction. Not caring about him at all and making his way over to what Silex presumed to be his mother. See gave him a dirty look before taking the boys small hand and walking away from him.
Silex got to his feet, brushing the dirt off of him. While he was preoccupied with this he didn't notice the guards rushing hurriedly over to where he stood.
"Halt, in the name of the Periodica Law." A man with a husky voice ordered. "Silex, of the Semimetal colony, we here by place you under capital arrest." Silex looked up slightly dazed, not knowing exactaly what was going on. They had him between two guards, begin practically lifted up and dragged along with them, before he could blink twice.
"H-Hey," He yelled. "We don't have time for this. He's coming!" He kicked and tried to jerk his arms away from the men. There grip held strong, he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. They continued dragging him, even as he kicked and fought, shouting to be released, because of something that was coming out of the tunnel.
"Shut up. Everyone knows theres nothing at the end of that tunnel." One of the guards that was holding him spat. "Even I've been to the end of that thing, there is nothing there. If theres nothing there nothings coming out."
Silex began kicking and fighting harder, there doubt only fueling his need to get away. They didn't know what was coming. They didn't know half of the city, if not all of it along with there inhabitance, could be destroyed by sun down. Silex stopped struggling for a long moment. The guards still dragged him along, but there grip on him was lessing by the second. He only needed to wait for a little while longer, just a tiny bit longer until he could jerk his arms free. A unmarked van was driving very slowly just behind them on the street, the guards stopped, allowing the van to pull up next to them. The tinted windows where rolled down, a man wearing sunglasses and a letter jacket sat inside. He took a long drag of the cigaret in his mouth.
"We got 'em." Said the shorter of the maybe six or seven guards.
"Throw him in the back." The man said, rolling back up the window. The scene had drawn a pair of twins, a boy and a girl who couldn't have been more then seven years old.
"Move along, Kids." said the guard who had spoken before. The twins shuffled from leg to leg, but didn't seem about ready to leave. The guard scoffed. "Fine, you little devils."
The two guards drug Sil to the back of the van. The doors came open and three men or woman with skit masks sat inside, one had there arms outstretched, offering to take the boy. Silex knew this was his chance. His only chance. If he messed up now he would be taken to who knows where and then killed by Glenn once he got back into the city. The guards shoved him forward, to the edge of the van. There grip turned slack as they thought the others had got the situation under control. Silex jerked his arms free, throwing himself backwards and making a break to a place that he knew the streets very well. He heard the shocked guards yelling "Get him!" while he ran, diving in and out of alleys and leading them on a goose chase.
Silex ran, occasionally turning his head to see how much ground was between him and the guards. He would have been laughing, but he felt numb.
Nothing felt real.
Maybe they didn't exist.
They were never real in the first place.
That would make a lot of sense, actually.
Just a story being written by a thirteen year old doing some sort of pain staking Internet challenge.
Seemed about right.
The buildings weren't grey at least, like everything else through the tunnel was. Grey, boring, plain. Color that wasn't faded and people sometimes dotting and sometimes lining the streets. Some of them turned and gave him strange looks, of corse they recognized him, he was a common neighborhood face. He came stumbling up to a shack, the front door was open, so he allowed himself in, shutting the door behind him. A boney woman sat on a rickety old kitchening chair. Staring out the window, she turned when she saw him, a look of disbelief on her face.
"I'm back." He said not to enthusiastically. immediately rushing to his sister's room. "Polo, Polo! Are you here?" he yelled, marching down the slim hallways that had been upstaged by the two towers that the King lived inside. He heard the door being knocked on furiously from the outside. Some people shouting and yelling to be let in, that there was a wanted fugitive inside. He could also hear the sounds of distant screams, and the smashing of buildings. He was here. He was inside.
"Polo." He called as he pushed open the small door to his and her room. A small ball huddled in the corner, shaking and he could see the glisten of tears streaming down her face. His heart broke at the sight. He hadn't been able to save her, not save her like he couldn't save a lot of people. "Polo, get up, now." He ordered. She looked up at him, her face bruised and cut in several places. He wanted so much to get down on his knees with her. Hold her tight and tell her nothing bad would ever happen to her again.He knew that was a lie. Something would worm it's way to her and hurt her beyond repair, but until then-
"Polonia, stand up. We need to get going."
She staggered up to her feet, knees shaking. He went up to her and grabbed her hand, she looked frightened of him, sure he would beat her and abuse her like there father. He rubbed her small hand reassuringly, giving her a ghost of a smile that was once there. "I missed you." He whispered, beginning to pull her along with him.
"I missed you too." She whispered back, allowing herself to be pulled along.
He lead her through there small house to the back door, opening it and walking through the poor excuse of a back yard. They went onto the back alley behind there shack. He bent down on his knees, putting her hands on her shoulders. "You need to leave the city. Find some others who believe you and take the tunnel out of the city. You know the tunnel, right?" He whispered to her, hearing the front door being busted open. She nodded. "Okay, hurry. I'll catch up later."
"Do you promise?" Polonia asked, lifting up her pinky.
Silex looked at her. He knew he couldn't do it. He couldn't lie to her. He pushed her shoulders in a loving manner. "Hurry," He said, trying to act as cheerful as possible. "You'll figure things out." He kissed her on the forehead and ran in the opposite direction, leaving her standing in the alley, hand still lifted in the unfinished promise. She turned around and began walking. He heard a woman scream for inside the house. Things crashed to the floor and a man angrily shouted from inside. Silex didn't turn back. People screamed in the distance, they had more to worry about then some broken dishes and tipped over tables. A creature hissed and growled, as far away as the screams, no doubt the cause of the torment. There was something mixed with the snarls, something being repeated over and over again.
"Come - I know your - you can't hide - Silex, where are -"
He began running faster, sprinting through the streets. He just needed to find out where the guards where, that would be the answer to - well everything. He ran through the streets looking from the over the top flashy uniforms.
A group of guards stood in a circle, gossiping and not doing what they where paid to do. They where laughing and joking around, oblivious to the screams in the distance. Either not hearing them or just ignoring the pleas for help.
They seemed to end there conversation as a white and red bus pulled up beside them. They marching in a single file line up the two steps to the his and the bus doors swung shut.
Black exhaust blew out of the muffler and the bus started up again, gingerly rolling down the street. Silex followed it, trying to go unnoticed. Sometimes running, sometimes walking and blending into the crowd.
He followed them close behind, crouching and ducking into alleys. He followed them to a parking structure, he stayed outside as they parked, trying to act as natural as possible.
They glared at him as they came out, they always acted superior to citizens who where not guards of the government. Everyone hated that about them.
There was a large metal door carved into the side of a small mountain, they swiped there Q-cards and went inside. Silex managed to slip inside without setting off any alarms, a good sign, many have never even gotten this far.
He slunk into the hallway, taking uninhabited routes through the base. A shrill alarm went off. Attempting to burst Sil's eardrums with its screams of utter horror. Guards began pouring into the halls, jogging to the front door, not even sparing him a glance. One guard saw him and turned into the hall.
"Kid, what are you doing?" He barked over the screeching sirens, he was a relatively young man, holding a large gun in his hand resting it on his shoulder. Silex shook his head, not really sure why, or what it would mean. The guard gave an exasperated sigh. "Just stay here, alright?" He got back into formation and continued marching.
It usually would be like Sil to just sit there and wait for the man to come back, doing exactly what he was told, but he didn't have time for this. He turned heel and headed into the hallway. Squeezing past the guards who barely glanced at him, not acknowledging his presence. He followed to where the shirks where the loudest, coming upon a room filled to the brim and slightly over flowing with technology. Huge computers mounted on the walls and onto the shelves. Weapons filled the book cases and litter the surface of every table in the room.
Gun shots and screams sounded from the outside. The creature snarled and growled, the frantic yells for help from men became present before things became silent. the quick pattering of feet filled the hallway. Silex froze. The long fast strides that filled the hallway turned into the tiny pattering small feet walking to the hallway floor. Silex turned to face him. Glenn stood in the hallway, an angry smile plastered onto his face.
"We can still play." The boy said, his hair was a scrambled mess and his pants and coat where drenched in old and new blood.
"Not in your life." Silex said, jumping in front of the biggest computer in the room. He knew there where explosives and bombs of all different sizes in the building, if he couldn't get to them he would just have to bring the ignition to them.
"You little-" Glenn grabbed the nearest thing, throwing it as hard as he could at Sil. It was some kind of musket. Silex moved out of it's path at the last second. That was it. Everything ended. The computer went up in an explosion, catching Silex as it passed, he was gone instantly. The explosion set of a chain reaction, setting fire to everything else in the building. The one computer managed to take out half the building, setting fire to the rest. The bombs went off. Killing everyone and everything in the building, everything in more then half the city. The buildings, along with the people, had denigrated. Killed instantly with the explosion.
Poloina looked back at the city. Her and three other children had consealed themselves inside the tunnel. She took the first few steps onto what used to be her homeland. The ground was black and every plant and person no longer existed in this world. The buildings where melted or falling down, half on the ground already. She began to bawl.
"Silex!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. "Silex, you promised!" She began running to the point of the blast. Even being a child she understood that the less remained was the place it happened. He came to a clearing, only a couple of bricks and folders remained, the ground was charcoal black. "Lier, lier, lier!" She screamed tears falling from her face. The charcoal ground began to move and something shook its way out of the coal. A boy, coat tattered and the rest of his clothing barely any better. He looked down at her, his confused expression soon turning into one of anger and hate.
"He thinks he can just die and not play the death game with me? He thinks he can play without me and that it's over now that there all gone." The boy grumbled. Polo stared at him with pure disbelief. This couldn't be real, no one could survive that. "Well to bad." He yelled at the sky. "I say when the game is over and you don't. Just because your gone does not mean the game is over!" He reached his hands up, tightly gripping his head between his hands. "I get the last say, and I say it's not over." With a crack the man feel to the floor. He had twisted his head violently, snapping his neck.
Polo stared. Just stared at the lifeless body.
Hi. Do you remember me? Of corse you do. I've just been the one telling this whole story and i regret to say that well. I stopped paying attention. Yeah, it's quite easy, just loosing interest and stop watching. I did look back a couple of time. I think Poloina dies in some kind of freak accident. The three others lived until they where about twelve, until they where caught living in the waste land and the creatures picked them off one by one. Such a joy telling stories. Before I go I just wanted to tell you the game does go on. Yes, even though they had all been killed off by a higher power the game continued. They just couldn't die this time, and that makes it so much more fun.
Leaves crunched-oh god it's coming-a twig snapped. Neos dove for the matches, roughly dragging them across the sticker despretly trying to light it. "Come on, come on!" He cried, voice showing shear horror. Finally a match lit. "Oh," Neos let out a sigh of relief "Glenn, you scared me." He gave a nervous smile, Glenn stood with a blank expression on his face. The little boy gave a warm smile "not all monsters go away in the light." Neos's blood ran clod at what he heard, frozen to the very ground he had admired not 3 hours ago. The smaller boy reached across pinching the small flame on the stick, letting darkness surround them.
I love Anime!!!! The anime i have seen is
Yu Yu Hakusho
Oushio & Tora
Cyberteam in akihabera
Full metal panic
and Get Backers
..!!...It shows you care.
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N ever hate naruto
A katsuki are awsome
R eady 2 wach naruto
U will die if you dont like it jk
T obi is a good boy
O rochimaru is gay
naruto the show
stupid people getting hurt
cats runing into walls
and stupid bank robbers
cant figure it out cant get the charter or nothin
roses are red
vilots are blue
pez dont edit my drawings
your i will kill u
1.hold your breath
2.go to your profile or a picture and add this
3.hope your still holding your breath
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Oi, boyo. Im Irish, and ye need to watch what ye say about the dance of me ancestors. It takes years, and years to master this. It aint some wee little fairy dance. This dance, is somethin more than just a dance to those who are irish. Its their mark in history. Somethin that everyone will remember until the end of days. So boyo, next time, watch ye fuckin mouth yeah?
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