I watched as he fell asleep. he took it quickly. Not caring any more, but he enjoyed the sweet embrace of it. It made me wince to see such a small child curled up in such a sad place. I hated those ones. The ones with no reap. The ones who's souls would simply... float. unable to retain their new form, they'd be stuck in that place forever, stuck on earth. Some of them would even become... THEM. they would tear their souls apart, and become a creature of darkness, bent on destroying all souls and leading them to doom. He was a boy. He would live among the people. I wondered how old he was as i was tempted to pull out his soul as he died slowly... painfully. I hated that I had to be the ones to lead them away. I hated when it was an abused child even more. the door to the cellar swung open. Rubin, my boss called me. But i was busy. The man stomped down the stairs and faced him. the child awoke and tried in vain to crawl away from the menacing man. He coward when he seized the boys throat and slammed him into the wall. I wondered how he'd die. The poor boy... The man licked his neck angrily, tearing off what little cloths he had on. I turned away. I could hear the boy sob... then, a crack. I turned, the man had fallen. Blood poured from his head. he was dead, and the boy, he fell to his knee's and, he stared at the mans broken neck. Above him, another man picked him up. I watched the mans soul crawl out and face me. I recognized Paul, a good friend. I settled and walked over to the small boy. he shivered in the cold of the room and Paul wrapped him tenderly in a blanket. Paul, the rouge reaper. He didn't care about the consequences. He didn;t want to move on and he didn't let the small ones die. But it was the child that had killed the man, that was how it was supposed to be. I followed paul as he set the boy in his car and drove off. I sat on the roof as the boy, who was so small and feeble, lay curled up ina tiny ball, the man sat next to me.
"I..." He started. "I never meant to hurt him." The man whined softly. He stared at the boy with hate and love and sadness in his eyes. "I was going to kill him today." He looked at me. "I'm going to hell, aren't I?"
"Your own personal hell, you'll never move on... ever." I shot a glare at him and returned to staring at the boy. he sucked his thumb tiredly, tears stained his dirty face.
Rubin called again. thjis time I answered. My black wing catching the wings as I floated upward, i watched the man...
Chapter 1...
He lay in the emergency rooms bed for a long time. I didn't know I'd regret what i did to him when i died.
 demon strait outta_hell · Sun Sep 13, 2009 @ 04:28am · 0 Comments |
