Krow's Story: His Past
"The time has come for you all to properly understand Krow. His past has 2 parts, this being the first.
After his past we will return to My (Souls) point of view. For those of you who are having trouble with this concept, Krow suffers severally with depression and self hate and I touch base a little more on that in the next chapter." ~Soul
Something has been wrong for a while. My little sister, who is also my best friend, has been pulling away from me. I am in my senior year of high school and she is just now getting there. I thought maybe that's why she became distant but I was looking through some of her stuff and found some disturbing things. She has been investigating some murders in and around the area. At first look they all seemed random but the more I stared at the horrifying images the more I understood why she had all of these articles. It was the same killer. These were pretty gruesome murders from a wide area so there is no way that the naked eye would pick up on it.
My sister has always been pretty insightful when it comes to these things though. I notice that her calendar has something written on todays date, it reads:
"He will strike again today. My guess is it will happen somewhere in Murkville after the sun sets. Most likely victim is a young female. Will investigate after club activities."
I check my watch. Crap. It is 7:30 which means she is more than likely already in Murkville looking for this guy. DANG IT!
I race to my room and grab my keys. I dash for my Jeep and get it started. I am on my way sis, hang on.
As soon as I get in town I turn on my "Buddy App" on my cell phone. It is an app that alerts you when you are near a buddy, obviously she is on my buddy list. I drive up and down the different roads getting a little farther from the main strip every time. I am at the run down part of time when my phone buzzes.
"Buddy near by!" It blinks at me. Perfect! I follow the buddy indicator to an old factory building. She really needs to stop being so reckless.
As I pick my way through the deserted factory I can't help think of this one time when Ani was about 7 years old and she tried to run away from home. Mom and Dad freaked out trying to find her but I knew where she went. I was 11 at the time and didn't rat her out because that's not what good brothers do.
As night time fell my parents got even more frantic in their search for her, they practically ignored me. I didn't understand why their concern was increasing so dramatically until one of the junior officers who pitied me sat down and explained the situation.
It was Spring time and a bad storm was supposed to move in later that night. I didn't know that. After that I snuck out of the house and went to my sisters favorite hiding spot. Across from our property their was a small church. Attached to the church was a small playground and on the other side of that was a cemetery. Past the cemetery deep in the woods was a small wooden shack that was abandoned sometime ago. We had found it over the summer and thought it was the coolest thing. Obviously it was ancient and must have been built by Indians or something.... That's what we imagined at least. As I crept through the cemetery I could hear the thunder rolling in the distance. Even now the thought of it sends a shiver up my spine. By the time I reached the shack Ani was in tears. She was curled up in a little ball crying her eyes out. I went over and pulled her into a hug. She was burning up. She had a fever. I scooped her into my arms and started carrying her back home. As I did that the rain started coming down in unrelenting little balls of freezing hell fire. I hesitated at the threshold. I couldn't make myself move. I sat down and held her in my arms.
All I could do for my sister was whisper that everything would be okay.
I realized then that what a good brother does is look out for what his sister needs not what she wants.
By the time morning came she had developed a horrible cough. My nerves were a wreck. I spent the whole night shuddering and wincing every time lightening struck or thunder rolled. I managed to carry Ani to the playground and not long after I collapsed the junior officer from yesterday spotted us. My parents flocked to Ani first though the paramedics told them that there was only enough room for one parent to be with them while they checked her. So my father came over to me. He slapped me and scolded me about how dangerous the situation was and how foolish I was. He wasn't a bad parent. I understand now that he was just scared.
I don't know what I was expecting at that time, did I want him to cry and tell me how worried he was? Did I want him to wrap me in his arms and apologize for ignoring me?
I can't really remember right now but I don't think it would have been the first one. I have always secretly been very selfish. I don't even know when I started having thoughts like that. Thoughts like:
"How come I come second...?" or "Why don't they love me more?".
It's truly ridiculous that I even think things remotely along that line.
I love my sister and would do anything for her. She is my best friend. Though I firmly believe that in order to hate someone you must have loved them first.
I am 18 and just started my last year of high school. Ani is 14 and just started her first. Naturally she pulled away from me. She was always the perfect little sister. Totally adorable, could never stay mad at her, frustratingly innocent and all your friends fell for her.
I sigh as I pick the lock on a door and go further into the factory.
What? Yes, I can pick locks. I am not as innocent as my sister....
"You're the?!-" I hear a scream from somewhere ahead. That was definitely Ani. Crap. I run towards the sound. I run into a large room, I think its the assembly room. I don't know exactly what this factory was for so I can't tell what used to be done in here. I see my sister leaning against the railing on the observation deck on the other side of the room. That railing has to be loose.
"ANI!?" I yell to her. She turns and looks at me with a mix of confusion and horror. I see a person walk up behind her. I run towards them as fast as I can but there still so far away. I don't think I will make it in time. I don't think I can....
"WAIT! HEAR ME OUT!" I yell to whom ever the attacker is. Its a hopeless plea but I have to stall while I try and get closer to them. I see the figure behind her stop.
"Who are you and what is this girl to you?" A female voice calls out and surprises me. Wasn't the person my sister was stalking a male? These thoughts make an unnecessary pause.
"Uh... She is my little sister." I respond to her. I am standing on the floor beneath the observation deck. There is no way that woman will let me climb the steps so my safest bet is to stay here.
"How do you feel about being an only child?" She asks as she takes a step closer to Ani.
"No! Don't! What do you want? I can get money! I will do whatever you want me to! Just please, let her go!" I beg without thinking. Yes, I could come up with money but not immediately.
"Do you mean that?" She asks. I hesitate. She pushes Ani against the railing and it breaks she is keeping Ani from falling.
"ZACK! Zack give her what she wants please! Please help me?!" Ani cries. I bite my lip. At this height even if I caught her, and that's a BIG if, I can't guarantee she would survive.
"Yes. Yes, I mean it. Let Ani go. I will give you what ever you want." I say admitting defeat. The lady ties Ani's wrists together and walks her down the stairs.
"Good boy. I didn't come hunting looking for this though I am satisfied with the results. There will be a penalty for you being late though." She says while descending the stairs. She stops about halfway and hovers over my sisters forehead.
"In about 5 minutes she will forget you even exist. I will take precious time to make sure that everyone you have ever know will forget about you. Not only that but the sight of you will put them on edge for no reason and they will never be able to trust you again.
This is your punishment for being late." She says this all with an evil grin on her face. Dang it. What the heck?!
"Zack, what she is saying can't be real right?!" Ani asks in a panic.
"I-...I don't know Anima..." I am honest with her. If this psycho really does erase me from her life I don't want my last words to be a lie. That would weigh really heavy on my conscious. DANG IT! There I go again with those selfish thoughts....
The lady lets Ani run over to me. I wrap her in my arms and hug her tightly. Now is the perfect time to run.
"Tick-Tock dear children. Only a minute left." The lady warns.
Ani looks up at me with tears in her eyes. I look down at her with a concerned expression.
"Zack, What's your middle name? I can't seem to remember anymore..." Ani says, her voice cracking at the end. My eyes widen in horror. It's real. This lady has that power. If whatever happens in this moment is the lasting impression she will have of me I don't want it to be one of happiness or comfort. Those are feelings someone should have everyday with someone they trust. If she trusts me but then forgets me it will leave a gap somewhere that won't be patched very easily... It's time to be a big brother. I push Ani away. I wont look her in the eyes. That will make this easier.
"This is a dream come true. I have always Hated having to be the doting brother. So do me a favor and forget about me. Move on. Make someone else care about you now cause I am DONE with that crap." I say to her, emphasizing the words that will hurt the most. I keep my head turned away from her. She comes over to me and tries to make me look at her. I refuse and continue to push her away.
"Zack?! No, please. You can't mean that." She pleads.
"Times up kiddies." The evil lady says. I take a last glance at my sister. Her eyes glaze over and she passes out. I look back at her and just now realize I am crying. I catch her and slide to the floor with her. I glare at the lady.
"What did you do?" I demand.
"She is just unconscious. She will wake up and go on with her daily life as if you never existed." She assures me. I bite my lip but fight my urge to lash out. What happens now? She walks over and wipes a tear off my cheek.
"Don't cry and glare. It's not cute. You are mine now. I own you." She says in a threatening voice. I stand up and leave my head hanging.
"Yeah, okay." I mumble. There is nothing left for me. I feel sick to my stomach. This is a lot to process. Its all so sudden. I don't get it.
I hear a sharp crack and sudden pain spreads across my back, I sink to my knees in pain. I look behind me and see the lady holding a whip. It has spikes on the end. They are dripping with blood, my blood. I see her hand go up and I wince automatically. She laughs.
"Ha! Very good! Now try something a little more obedient. Like "Yes, Ms. Val" Or, "Of course my queen." something like that will do." She says in a delighted voice. I seriously think that I might throw up now. What the heck?! I pull one knee up to my chest and brace myself against that. Technically I have already done one stupid thing so it can't get worse. Right?
"Never gonna happen. I might be yours but I won't play along. I still have my pride." I say faking confidence. My voice sounds like I am about to- oh wait. I am crying. I can feel heat rush to my face. Shame. This is visible shame.
All traces of her fake smile disappear. She raises the whip. My body shudders, anticipating the pain but I just look her in the eyes.
"You're going to regret this for eternity." She says with the slightest trace of pity. The whip comes down repeatedly. I bite my tongue to hold in my cries of pain. I feel the blood ooze down my back all warm and sticky. It sends a shiver up my spine which just makes it ache all the more. She continues with the whip.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
She stops. I drop to the floor, face first. I am gasping heavily. I don't know when but at some point I started holding my breath.
"The next lashings will go to your sister. Just because she doesn't remember you doesn't mean she can't feel pain." Val warns me.
I constantly gave my everything for her. Anima. The girl who won't even remember it. Why not give her all I have left?
"No, My Queen. Please don't. I was foolish.... I-" I hesitate as I murder my pride. Well, what's left.
"I'm sorry." I finish with a sigh of relief. She doesn't say anything but she doesn't attack either. I lay here crumpled on the floor, an absolute mess. I will fight back one day. She walks towards me. The sound her heals make on the concrete is disturbing. It echoes all around me making my head swim.
"Very good. Now sleep." She whispers as I slip into a cold black nightmare filled sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
3 years later*
Let me catch you up to date. For the past 3 years I have bounced from "owner" to "owner." I learned about the dynamics of all demons. I learned how things really worked. My deviser (person who turned me into a demon) Val, was of the Raptore variety. Means she was a bird lady. She turned me into a bird as well. She was an ugly vulture. I am a varlet(dishonest or unprincipled man) crow. In our society different species hold different ranks. Raptore sit somewhere in the middleclass. What we lack in strength we make up for in stealth. When we are owned by someone our job is to observe people and find good treasures. I am a rare Raptore breed. What is a crow better at than finding the shiny? I betrayed Val by catching the eye of a higher specie demon.
A Panthera, cat demon. This guy isn't just a house-cat though. He has Tiger roots. Tigers are faster, more aggressive and stronger than Lions pound for pound. Their coordination and fighting skills are superior as well. What I am saying is, I am currently owned by a beast that no matter how psycho Val is she would never challenge him. In a way he is protecting me. In a very sadistic way. Lately he has been getting more and more touchy. I do my best to stay on his good side. I stay away from him as much as possible but its really hard to do seeing how I am under house arrest. He gets paranoid that I am going to leave and spill his weaknesses. I am apparently the only living* pet that the great and powerful King Befoul has. I didn't ask what happened to the others. After all I conned him into taking me home so I am just getting what I asked for.
"KROW?! WHERE ARE YOU?!" Befoul calls for me from somewhere near the doorway. Usually I am waiting at the door when he gets home. I race down the hallway and meet him in the kitchen.
"Welcome home master." I say with a fake smile. I am a shell of a demon. I can kill, steal, haunt and torment all I want to but I can never be whole again. I will never feel pride or joy. I haven't cared about what has happened to me for 3 years and I am not about start now. Befoul grabs my throat and shoves me into the wall. I wince from the impact. He sneers from the pleasure it brought him.
"Why were you late?" He growls at me. A few owners ago this would be where I said something incredibly sarcastic. Maybe he will kill me this time.
"Oh just planning my palace revolution. How ya been?" I taunt. His grip tightens around my throat and his lips curl back. Heh. Oops.
He throws me to the floor. My back hits with a loud thud. My breath is knocked out of me. Befoul pins me down. This might sound awkward but its simply how Panthera fight. The movements are very cat-like. I stare into his feral eyes. To have such emotion in ones eyes... Mine have been a flat black for 3 years. They show nothing. There is just nothing inside of me. I don't resist and I don't fight back. That's when cats get the most violent. The fact that someone so dead inside could have such emotion really crests my anger. That's the only emotion I have left. Anger. It helps me hate myself everyday, today its going to kill me. I spit in his face.
"What happened that made you so twisted and dead inside? Where did your humanity go?" I ask him. All of my fake equanimity is gone. He stays perfectly still and actually thinks about what to do next.
"I will show you." He says with a genuine smile. Then he suddenly jerks my head to the side and bites down hard into my neck. I was not expecting that so I unwillingly let out a scream of agony which only makes him bite harder. Then his hand covers my mouth and I slowly start to suffocate. I resist every instinct to fight back. Black slowly devours my vision until I feel nothing. I pass out again.
~~~~
I slowly wake up. I open my eyes and sit up. Every inch of me aches. I can see my clothes are pretty much drenched in blood. Mine of course. I am sitting on the couch in the living room. I hear a noise upstairs and turn my head out of instinct. I instantly feel a searing pain radiate from my neck/collar bone. I remember the sound of Befouls fangs sinking into my skin. Bleh. I shudder.
None of my bones appear to be broken... I have all my limbs... He didn't cut my hair.. What torture does he have in mind? He certainly isn't the type to be satisfied with beating someone to near death when they aren't even awake to react. Then again I don't really react even when I am awake...
Befoul walks down the stairs. He spots me and freezes. I brace myself for whatever comes next.
Nothing. He is just staring at me.
"Get changed. You are going to learn how I became so twisted." Befoul instructs me. He turns and continues to the kitchen. Ah, for all that is impure and unholy why do I have such a sarcastic mouth?! An old emotion briefly flutters through me.
Fear.
Then it is gone. Things like that make me feel numb. I go and change my clothes, preparing for whatever trials and tribulations await me.
~~~~~~Part 2 Coming Soon!~~~~~~~~~~~
This is a visual of Befoul. Do you know how hard it is to find a picture of a possessive red head?
Glossary: (From here on out I am going to call this "Word me!")
Val for short valkry.
ANIMA (2) f English (Rare)
Means "soul, spirit" in Latin. In Jungian psychology the anima is an individual's true inner self, or soul.
Varlet: Unprincipled or dishonest man
Raptore: Latin for Bird of Prey
Equanimity: mental calmness, composure, and evenness of temper, especially in a difficult situation:
Crests: to reach the top of something. (I used this word because it also means a comb or tuft of feathers, fur, or skin on the head of a bird or other animal)
Panthera: Latin for Big Cat (Basically......)
Deviser: Creator, maker, author, ect.
Befoul: make dirty; pollute: (I chose this name mostly for the Foul part of it. Befoul gives the proper feel of the character where as if I made a character called Foul I would go a different route because it has a different feel to it. Does that make sense?)
Sadistic: deriving pleasure from inflicting pain, suffering, or humiliation on others
Tribulations: a cause of great trouble or suffering:
Foul: offensive to the senses, especially through having a disgusting smell or taste or being unpleasantly soiled: Meaning 2: Wicked or Immoral (doesn't that sound like an epic character that you just love to love/hate?)
PART TWO
I watch Cole get out of the car. There seems to be some hostility between him and his mother. I notice the smell of blood. I bet he got in another fight.
This is my punishment. I am observing this family for now. Befoul still hasn't thoroughly explained why I am doing this. He told me to
"observe their every move. To become attached to their family dynamic's.". I don't get it but whatever. It hurts less than the other punishment he gave me. I adjust the way I am sitting so that it is more comfortable. I am still really sore, nothing hurts as much as my neck though. The bite was pretty deep so its taking its precious time healing. I can't help but feel like something terrible is going to happen soon. After all the time I have been with Befoul I have never seen him show restraint. He has broken my bones countless times, I have a collection of odd scars and mentally... Well, someone else would be broken by now for sure. So what truly terrible thing does he have in mind for this?
The sound of Cole's loud music draws me back to my mission. He is upset. From what I can tell, Cole is a bit of an outcast. Not unlike myself when I was human. He has a strained relationship with his parents whom seem to hide a hint of fear in their eyes. I wonder about his past... What troubles has he had? Does he have someone he holds dear? Would he and I have been friends when I was human?
No, I can't think these things. It's bad for my health.
"This will all be over tonight." A stern voice whispers into my ear. I jump and almost fall off my perch.
"Geez Befoul! Don't do that. You scared me." I say, he really only shocked me but there isn't really a difference. He gives a sly smile. He scared me on purpose. Man, he has a terrible personality.
"What do you mean? What happens tonight?" I ask out of curiosity.
"We kill them." He says all monotonous. I feel slightly disappointed. I knew that was inevitable but still.... Even though I am a demon I have never felt the urge to murder, not like the others anyways. Sometimes I do get in the mood and go all out. When that happens my kills usually make newspapers around the world.
Cole's parents come outside and start yelling at each other. I was right. He got in another fight... I bet it was that puke faced brat from the bus. Honestly that bus driver will let any teenager on the bus. I shouldn't haven't gotten so close to him but I couldn't resist. This is the first time I have inspected someone so interesting. Befoul pokes my face. I bite at him. "What are you doing?" I growl. Befoul is in a childish mood. It creeps me out when he gets like this. So goofy. I have seen him in some pretty disturbing and adult moods so when he does a 180 I want to murder him.
"I am glad you are attached to him. It is going to make this so much fun for me. What would a weakling like you do if I decided to kill something that you were attached to?" He questions me. That's the kicker. Even with a silly outward appearance he is as cunning as ever.
"You think I can be attached to someone. That's cute." I rebuff him. He grabs my hair and yanks my head over to his face.
"Well you are attached to me right?" He growls. This is where I act like the doting pet. Or I receive punishment... Since I am already on the receiving end I think I will just push my luck.
"I am just using you as protection from other demons. I seriously couldn't care less about you as a person. In fact my life would be a lot easier without demons." It is almost the entire truth. I do care about him, just not as a person. He is the ultimate protection from other dangerous demons. Though its because he is the most dangerous... He kills every pet he has. I think I subconsciously conned him into owning me so that I could end this misery of my life. I certainly couldn't do it when I tried to. Gun, knife or jumping. None of it worked. I couldn't do it. Befoul dangles me from my perch by my hair. I am at least 40 feet (roughly 12.2 meters) in the air. I grab onto his arm and pull my feet up.
"Befoul..." I say nervously. I am too afraid to speak. Heights terrify me. Befoul lets go momentarily and then grabs my again.
"Are you scared little black bird?" He provokes me. I can feel my eyes starting to tear up. I refuse.
"No." I say defiantly. He lets go and I cling to his arm. He doesn't grab me again. He starts swinging his arm back and forth gently.
"Okay! Okay! I am scared! Please pull me back..." I plead as I feel myself slipping. He pulls me into his arms. I want to push him away but I cant bring myself to physically move. He pets my head.
"I hate you..." I repeat over and over in a silent mumble. He chuckles at the sound of my feeble insult.
"I know." He smiles and climbs down the tree.
~~~~~Later that evening~~~~~
"You are going to kill the parents. I will deal with the brat." Befoul says. I wince at the use of the word brat.
"Yeah, yeah. I know." I say as I climb the steps on to the second floor. I watch Befoul slip into Coles room. Nice knowing you kid. I sneak into the parents room. I have to take out the father first.
Men fight more when you invade their property, Women fight more when something they love is threatened. The wife will probably not be that big a deal. I happen to know that she abuses sleeping pills.
I place the back of my hand in my mouth and reach around and pluck one of the feathers growing in my hair. I instantly bite down on my hand. It hurts like crazy. I taste my blood. What a great way to start the evening. My feathers are crazy sharp and make good weapons in a pinch. I lean over the man, taking one last look at my victim. Befoul said he wanted me to make a mess of things, though I am not sure why. I slit the mans throat with the edge of my feather. He eyes open and the shock expression sits on his face as he bleeds out. I had one hand over his mouth and one hand pinning his arms. The blood pools where my knees are pushing down on the bed. The women's hand feels the blood and makes her stir. She
roles over and looks at her husband. She does a double take and then raises her gaze to me. I smile at her. She starts to scream but I shove the blankets in her mouth, muffling her cries. I gauge her eyes out. I have a thing for eyes. This is where I should be taunting her, letting her know that her son is being murder just a few rooms down. I am not into that type of thing. Sometimes, when I am caught up in the moment, I do things like that. I am not really in the mood though... Something about this feels off. Ugh. I am disgusted with the blood that is soaking into my clothes. I am drenched in it.
Time to make a mess. I pick specific joints and begin ripping the corpses limb from limb. It is sort of like when you are cutting up meat. Turn one big piece into smaller pieces then cut from there.
I will mince these two.
I throw their blood/organs around the room. Splattering the walls and ceiling. I look around and admire my work. It is pretty gruesome so its safe to say my work here is done. I turn to leave when I see Befoul step into the room. He looks at me and gives an approving nod. He jumps onto the bed and rolls in the blood. What an animal. He walks over to me and grabs my shirt collar.
"I wanna hear you scream." He says. I am slightly confused but I comply. Defying Befoul on a normal day is one thing, but defying him when he is in the middle of a kill is just asking for it. After I scream Befoul throws me aside and heads towards the parents bodies. I hear the door creak and to my surprise Cole walks into the room. He stops when he steps in his parents blood. The look on his face makes my stomach lurch. Oh gosh... I look away from him.
"That was a fair trade. Their souls were far more tasty than yours would have been." Befoul says with a smile. He was nibbling on some of the remains so he has blood all over his mouth. Cole actually steps towards Befoul. What a moron! I can feel a little panic well up inside me. Why was he still alive? I guess if they made a trade. Befoul never likes to make trades though...
"NO!" Cole yells out loud. He hangs his head, looking at the blood around his feet. Befoul approaches him and he looks up.
"Boo." Befoul says and then headbutts Cole. He laughs a bone chilling laugh as Cole falls to the floor and passes out. Befoul walks over and grabs the unmoving body by the throat.
"Now the real fun begins. Krow, I want you to watch all of this." Befoul orders me. Even though his words sound playful, he is being dead serious. I sit down in the floor and watch like a good pet.
He thrusts Coles body into the wall and starts hitting him with a barrage of punches. The lifeless body absorbs the blows. He must have used some demon trick to make sure that he didn't wake up during the middle of the beating. I wince as I hear a bone crunch. I am not sure which on it is. Probably his nose. Befoul is focused on Cole's face for the moment. Cole's body shudders and a little trickle of blood starts coming out of the corner of his mouth.
He throws him face first onto the floor. He kicks him repeatedly. I can hear the thuds and they make Cole seem hollow...
Befoul looms over him and pulls his arms back until he hears a snap. The body shudders and I can see tears streaming down Coles cheeks. I glance up at Befouls face. He is in a beastly rage and his eyes are that of a wild animal.
"Befoul.." I call out to him as I start to get up. He turns towards me, glaring. He cocks his head to the side a way an animal does when they are questioning something. Crap. He is all beast mode right now. This is dangerous, not just for Cole but for me as well. I stand perfectly still, trying to be as little a threat as possible. Coles body twitches a little and draws Befouls attention away from me. Befoul pounces onto the body and starts tearing into the back with his claws. At this rate, in his current state he will kill him. I hesitate for a moment. Why should I get involved? I don't owe this kid anything. Despite this I find my body moving on its own. I tackle Befoul to the floor. I immediately start punching him in the face. There is no point in trying to reason with this creature. He easily uses his weight against me and rolls over so that he is on top. This is a well practiced technique. He snarls at me and grabs my throat. Doing this unpins one of my hands. I reach back and pluck one of my feathers and stab it into his side. He howls in a disturbing manner. He is choking me. I try to squirm free of his grasp but it is of no use. If I am going to die I will die while taking out my revenge on him. I pull the feather out of him and stab him in the side of his throat. This time he pulls back and I slip out from beneath him. I kick my shoes off and reveal my talon feet. This is by far the weirdest part of being a Raptore. So far I am the only one known to have this feature. I jump onto Befouls back, sinking my claws into him. He howls in pain. The best part of this is that these wounds are guaranteed to get infected. Crows carry many, many forms of diseases and bacteria around with them. I am no different.
Befoul slams his back and me into a wall. My breath is knocked out of me and I feel a snap. My right arm pulsates with pain. I lose my grip and fall to the ground. Befoul backs off, licking his own wounds. I crawl over to Cole, making my intentions clear. Befoul looks like he is ready to go another round when the sun peaks through the window. The morning has arrived. The demon code states that you have the hours of the night to do what you want but once the holy light touches your hunting grounds you must yield to the creatures of dawn that lurk in the light. If you do not abide by the rules you become something less than a demon.... Befoul comes over to me and brushes my bloody hair out of my face for one last time. He is certain that he is leaving me for dead. He leaves and my world turns black.
~~~~
I wake up to a sharp pain in my side. I seriously don't want to move anything. I open my eyes and see a figure shrouded in grey.
"You're awake." It says in a skeptical voice. It had been reading a book but now decides to close it.
"This predicament is rather intriguing so I decided to keep you alive, though I wasn't sure that was possibly. Even with my abilities I almost lost you. I am a Consultant. Seeing how this is your first time Devising I will explain this all to you. You have created a demon.
Traditionally a demon is born when the soul of a human is shattered beyond compare and then corrupted by the demon torturing him. However this is a special case. It appears that you finished turning this kid into a demon though you aren't the one who started the process. When something like this happens usually all parties are disposed of so that no more hybrids are brought into the world. Do you understand that I have spared Befoul, You and Cole?" The Consultant asks me. I nod my head. I am still absorbing all of this information. The man walks over and kneels beside Cole and I. He examines Cole.
"I will be watching the progress that you and this child make, I will also be watching to see what he becomes. His more dominate traits are Panthera, he appears to be of the panther variety though I suspect he is going to be the illusive black tiger. Your rarity has passed onto him so I cannot predict the outcome of this child." He says as he gives Cole a look of pity. He glares back at me.
"This is not a favor. I will ask many things of you in the future. Befoul thinks that you are both dead but it is almost dusk so I recommend you get out of here before he comes back to make sure. I will make sure that he does not find Cole. Get out of here." He urges me. This man looked cold to start with but I can see a hint of concern in his eyes. Though he is entirely bland I can tell he is one of the rare creatures that lurks at all hours. He does not side with light or dark but rather works under his own terms and conditions. He is significantly weaker than any other species but he is ultimately free. That makes it worth it. I get up and head towards the door. My body screams in agony as I make it move.
"Oh and Krow, My name is Defy. Don't tell anyone about this. Be careful." He says as he repositions Cole's body. I nod my head and flee this cursed place.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I have no home to go to. I need to find a new owner, one that is kind and will treat my wounds. Though the price for kind is a very high one.... I pull my phone out of my pocket. It is pretty smashed but it will still make a call. I dial a number that I swore to never dial again.
Ring
I don't know what I will do if he doesn't answer.
Ring
I don't know what I will do if he does.
Ring
"Hello, Krow?" The voice on the other end of the phone asks.
"Nagahebi.... I need some help." My voice wavers a little as talk. I was passed out and on the brink of death for almost an entire day, I think my voice deserves to be weak for once.
I just did the one thing I never wanted to do. I made someone into a demon. I forced this miserable existence onto them. I hate myself even more now.
"I'm coming to get you. Where are you?" Nagahebi asks. I tell him where I am and he promises to be here soon. I know this all sounds very kind but I can promise you that I am dancing with a devil.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The End~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Word Me!: (the fun glossary)
Consultant: a person who provides expert advice professionally
Monotonous: dull, tedious, and repetitious; lacking in variety and interest
Dynamics: the forces or properties that stimulate growth, development, or change within a system or process: (in this case the system is the household)
Deviser:
plan or invent (a complex procedure, system, or mechanism) by careful thought: (I am using it as Creator, which it is a synonym for)
"a training program should be devised" Rebuff: reject (someone or something) in an abrupt or ungracious manner
Black Tiger: They do actually exist! They tend to be smaller than normal tigers. Black Tiger Link
Lurch: an abrupt uncontrolled movement, especially an unsteady tilt or roll:
No comments:
Post a Comment
If you liked my post or just want to talk feel free to comment... I am still new to this technology thing so please be patient with me :)
~Soul