>>Chapter 3<<
Once again I was alone; no one about, yet this land crawled with petty creatures waiting for their demise. I stood, a lone statue, motionless, utterly motionless, and perfectly carved, before my lone window. My eyes were brilliantly gleaming, yet they were distant. Around I pivoted to look at the shy boy who had just walked in all timid, like a doe. He wore tattered clothing and reeked of garbage cans.
I just stood, staring at him, just a silent watcher with nothing left. He looked back at me for a split second before bowing his head in a cowering motion. He was almost sickening to watch, such a pathetic creature, yet so blessed with a curse. Sebastian was his name. He was only a decade and seven years of age. On his head, Sebastian sported a tangled mop of blond hair. His face was smudged degradingly with mud, and his stomach growled, begging for a decent meal.
“Still thee trudges around pathetically, you are like the lowest dog scrounging around for food in the garbage,” I state in my emotionless and perfectly stable voice, never shifting in pitch.
Sebastian shook a little and a tear drop left his eye to stream down his cheek then drop like someone committing suicide, to the floor. It was followed by many others and truly did he look the most hopeless thing I had ever seen. Disgusting, purely disgusting, I think to myself. “Y—you d—don’t have to—to be s—so mean—,” he stuttered in a weak voice.
I just turn away from him, to look out the window again. Outside the city was alive with people, who looked like termites, to the human eye. They ran around, doing what they thought was important, oblivious of their coming demise. All of it was meaningless. Again I turned back to the boy who still stood in the same place, as if my words had acted as cement, concreting him in place. “You are hungry,” I state bluntly, “come here”.
I walk across the room to sit in an antique looking, black leather chair. It was placed strategically in front of the fireplace to grab warmth for the person sitting in it. I sit and Sebastian follows obediently, taking a seat in my lap. His muscles are tense and every movement I make brings a flinch from him. So I remain motionless except for two flicks of my arm. One brings a fire ablaze in the fireplace and the other conjuring a pizza for Sebastian. I then wrap my arms around him and pull him close, using my other talent of comfort. Soon he relaxes and feels at ease while he eats letting the warmth pour into him, along with my mythic, fairytale power of altering emotion.
*****
It was around three in the morning. Sebastian had eaten, then fallen asleep in my lap. I stared at him as the first of his shudders started. A pitiful moan escaped him and his five foot form grew tense. Once again, I wonder what nightmares keep coming to this boy to make him wake screaming at night. I wonder if they are the same that keeps me awake. I pull from myself, my ability again and set Sebastian to ease, so he may sleep through the night.
*****
Finally, around nine a.m. Sebastian awoke. He jumped from my hold, a look of startle in his shinning and pure, baby blue eyes. I just looked at him, my face a stone carving, painted to look real. “S—sorry,” he quickly apologized and looked down.
I stood up, “Think of it, not,” I then state simply as I make graceful strides across the room. I stop as I hear the mangy boy open his mouth to say something. He closed it with a slight sigh. He did this one more time, and I could hear the frustration growing in his sighs. “If thee dost not speak up, ye won’t get anything in life,” I tell him calmly, not turning around.
Sebastian shuffled his feet, and tried again, “D—do you t—think,” he paused as I turned around to look at him biting his lip. “Do—do you think you could make that c—cat for—m—me—?” he finally spit out.
“I could,” I state simply.
The boy seemed to get frustrated with me. “Will you?” he asked then added, “please?”
I nod my head and close my eyes a moment, envisioning my creation. I then flick my arm, swirls of ghostly soft pink, baby blue, and a brilliant white encircle my hand before cascading from it to form a large pink and baby blue swirling panther. It yawned lazily, its core glowed a bright white. Sebastian smiled as it went over to him. I just watched, “Take pleasure in this killer among animals, for thee will be the killer among men,” I mutter quietly so the boy doesn’t hear me.
Once again I go to the window and stare out at the cars driving by. This was game two, a new set of kids, a playing field, but the same horror. How had I fallen to just be Rerik’s puppet to corrupt these pathetic children into being murders? Was what I did justified? If I didn’t, my life was forfeit, along with theirs. Why do I even care?
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