The struggle of being a twin flame with malevolence.
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When my time comes - Part 2
She had seen the boy do many bad things. And there where whispers among the adults. She would hear her mother and the next door neighbor talking about the boy and his family all the time." I wish we could just sign a petition and get them evicted!" Mrs Woodbarc didn't ever have anything nice to say about them. Understandable considering the grief they caused her. The boy and his family where next door to Mrs Woodbarc and she would go on about the strange sounds and things she had seen through the windows.
Mrs Woodbarc was an army wife. Which meant that her husband was rarely home. To not get too lonely, she would often go over to amilia and her mother's. The reverse was true too. Amelia could go over to Mrs Woodbarc house anytime. But on one condition. "Do not play with that boy!". Amelia always promised and ran straight to the upstairs guest bedroom. From there she had the best view.
The boys room was knit and orderly, from the guest bedroom window she could even see the color-coded pencils on his desk. Green, blue, yellow. It was always the same. There wasn't much in his room just the necessities and a toolbox next to the door.
He wasn't in his room this time. But she was sure he must have brought the kitten home. She sat at the window, waiting for the boy to come up to his room. One hour she waited. When the boys door finally opens. And a big round man walks in. Behind him the boy. She got scared and to not be seen, she hide behind the curtains.
The round man closed the door and sat down on the boy's bed." well than young man, so you wanna keep the little pussy?" the old man's voice was raspy and had a grim tone. "yes,I do". "Well than, you will have to convince me of how bad you really want it Casper." she had seen this happen many times before. The old man was a very bad man and would make the boy do many bad things.
"Clean yourself up boy, no one likes a crybaby. You can keep the pussy" after the old man leaves the boy would just sit there, empty. She hated the old man for what he did to the boy. Her boy.
After another hour the boy came back to life. He's movements where sluggish, dragging his feet. He opens up his closet door and takes out a box. She was sure, the kitten must be in the box. He protected it.
The boy opens the box and sank both arms into it. And picked up the kitten. He pets it a few times as he walked over to the window. He's never really stood by the window looking out before. He wasn't suppose to after all the fights with Mrs woodbarc. But now that he is. Amelia could see his eyes from here. They where beautiful hazel-gold, yet apathetic and cold. Some might even call them dead.
The boy stopped petting the kitten. And he just stared at it again."meow" the meek little kittens sound was adorable. The boy moved. She couldn't even tell if he blinked. But it was done. The boy had slammed the kittens head against the window pane. A clean decapitation.
She was in awe of the boy. Now looking like a red king. No emotion, just a blank stare at the ketchup looking liquid. She had never seen the boy smile, she had never seen the boy express any emotion.
But as the boy stood there, she saw it. He's simile. So that day was etched in to her mind. She wanted to make him smile like that again.
She continued watching the boy through out the years, as his experiments grew larger and more gruesome. At seventeen the boy had graduated from small animals to humans. He didn't kill them not in the beginning. He would just hurt them a litel then let them go. But only after he plucked out their eyes.
There whole town had been ratteled by the abductions. The polis where looking for any clues to who it could be. The only two that knew the truth was the boy and amilia. At 20 the abductions became murders. The police still hadn't been able to find any evidence of who was doing all of this.
Short story by Sipora
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Written on 2019-02-19 at 15:26
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