I (Darkness) (Blood chilling scream) (Animal like screaming) (Picture of teeth-grinning) (Loud screaming and heavy breathing) Is that blood dripping down my chin? I hear loud noises. Like something is being crumpled into pieces. Chewed to bits. I can feel no pain. I feel nothing. Is this how it’s like to die but why am I dying? What is happening? I try to open my eyes. They are like glued together. I can’t reach them to dust away whatever filth is in my eyes. They remind me of splinters. Splinters of bone. (Animal like sounds, heavy breathing, chewing sounds) It feels like someone is stabbing me. Is that bite marks all over me? No, I can’t describe it. I must see it. And with all my strength I open my eyes. (Darkness and cut to the spectators) “What is she doing?” “Is she doing what I think she is doing?” “Is that really the little weak girl we used to bully?” “Is she really...?” “No that can’t be human...” (Loud ripping sounds) The girl like being sits on top of it’s victim and rips away the arms like there are drumsticks. The victim can no longer made any sound. (Sound like something is falling) “What have I done?” The girl steps away from the victim and takes in the sight before here. She wants to trow up when the nausiating smell get’s into her nostrils. The smell of blood. The blood that is driping from her mouth. ,,I have eaten...” (Driping sound)
Her vision goes out of focus, the world seem to have come to standstill. Everything has stopped and time won’t move again till she say so. Or at least that is how the girl feels. How else could you explain this nightmarish thing that has happened? She grips her shoulder in a feeble attempt to get a hold of reality once again. “I have eaten another human being.” She grips her mouth for having let the words slip out. Like talking about things would make them more real than in the silence. The silence of the dead. The girl can barely see how the audience looks at her in fright. Like she is some kind of animal. Animal that is bin left out of it’s cage. Suddenly she feels how how her veins seem to bursting from energy. An energy she has alway wanted, power. She grins and turns to the audience who backs away like scarced little rabbits. She wisphers through her bloodstained teeth and finish the sentence, like she had never taken a moment to put her thoughts together:”And it feels great.” (Manical laughter, like she has lost it-similar to Wakfu laughter) (Darkness-lines from the past are shown) “Your are sure about this. You know after this. There is no turning back.” (The girl continues laughs like a maniac in the current timeline) “Yes, I am sure.” (Distortion of reality, while the girl laughs. She either sees crying people and cheering devils. She does not know what is real anymore) “Sign here please.” (Fast scribbling sound) I must do it for his sake. For the sake of better world for him to live in. (Darkness and end of chapter one)
II The day before and after This softness feels great. I never wan’t to wake up. It’s like I am sleeping on a cloud. A jazzy tune reach my ears. I wiggle my toes along with the song. I feel like I heard it before. Does that singing voice belong to Aretha Franklin? No, I have never heard this tune. Was it a new song b her? But she had bin dead for years. What year is it? Had I gone back in time?
“You gotta celebrate early in the morning” “You gotta celebrate early in the morning” “You gotta celebrate...” (omnious silence and the whispers in a cold voice) “Life.” I woke up with a startle and was greeted with darkness. The friendly voice that had sounded like Aretha Franklin, had turned stonecold and it send shiver down my back. It felt like thousand of ants were crawling over all over my body. “Where am I?” I look around in the darkness. Suddenly the dream feels more like a nightmare. I must get light. I don’t like this darkness. I get out of bed to find the lightswitch. The lights turns on and the view is astounding. When did I end up in a hotel? The cloud from my dreams, belonged to soft and white bedsheets. I ruffeld under the pillow and there is chocolacate. I put into my mouth. Mmm...minty. Try to find my clothes. They are nowhere to be found. “How the hell did I end up in a hotel?” I yelled like I was expecting an answer. “Try thinking for yourself, dear.” I jumped along with my heart in my chest. Where did this silky voice come from? I look around and there is noone to be seen. It had sounded just like that singing voice. It certaintly did not belong to Aretha Frankling, unless Aretha Franklin ghost liked to tease people. “Hello? Who is there?” “Try thinking for yourself, dear,” the voices with out a body continues to say, in admonishing voice, like I was some little child. I go to univeristy, for crying out loud. “Why won’t you answer me you ugly bag?” “How do you know I am ugly, if I haven’t shown myself?” The voice ask with amusement in it’s voice. “You have an ugly soul!” I contiune with my childish voice. “Ah, that is very perspective of you, my child.” I hate this voice. I wish it would go away. Is it inside my head? And why do I feel like I have lost some weight? And why is everything so tall? And why is my voice so small? Or is everything just tall around me? I must find a mirror. After a long jog around the huge room wich I could swear a moment a go was a lot smaller room, I finally find a mirror. (The picture in the mirror)
“I am child..?” Am I on drugs? But I have never tried any drugs. Well, it was one time when I tried Marijuna to fit in...but that was a one time only!” What kind of prank is this? Why is everything so weird? What happened? I remember vaguely that I was studing for some research paper. I must have fallen a sleep. This must be a dream. Did I drink last night? I ruffle through my long hair and pull hard at it. I feel extruating pain. But I thought you couln’t find pain in dreams. Is this really, reality? For some unexplainable reason, my biggest wish is to have a bath. Yes, bath will help my relax. I ran away from the mirror, as fast as could on my little feet. And open the door I assume is leads to the bath. (Creaking door) (Revealing shower) And finally something seems to make sense. I close the door (creaking door) and throw of my suddenly way to big clothes (falling sound of something soft) and climb into the shower. To my horror I can’t reach the controls. I start to shiver from cold and put my arms around me. What is this place? Unbidden tears start to fall down my face. “What’s wrong? Crybaby?” I jump. I had forgot about the bodyless voice. There was too much weirdness going around for me to be able to remember everything. “Shut up!” I cry. “Shut up, you mean voice!” I point in the direction of the bodyless voice. “You can’t do anything right, you are loser. A loser that deserves to die.” “Shut..up...” I stamped in rage with my naked tiny feets when suddenly I felt like I had heard this senteces before. These were my sentences, my words. (unearthly music starts) I gasp when the floor seems to swallow me whole and the distortion of reality seems to take forever. When finally I lend in a bathtub with a thud. (Darkness) Where am I? I open my eyes. I see the the bathtub is filled to the brim with water. Hot, cosy water. Just like I dreamed about. I lift up my arms and to my joy, I am my self again. I’m not a
little child anymore. Whew! I must have fallen a sleep in the bath. That is dangerous. Thank god I woke up. It was a time a could relax a bit. I lower myself in the bath and let the warm water caress my shoulder. Ah, this is life. What a nightmare. But a nightmare with truth. “You can’t do anything right, you are loser. A loser that deserves to die.” I rise up and water lowers in altidude. Why did I say this horrible things? Sure, I was a kid but that is no exuse. I did it because I was afraid. Afraid of what? Of not fitting in with group. But did that girl really deserves this treatment, just because I was a afraid. What ever happened to that girl? I hope she is alright. (Scream and the picture of Marat appears in the darkness) What is this? (sizzling sound) What a scorching heat. Am I burning up? (Water splashes along with the sizzling sound) But the water feels cold to my skin. “You can’t do anything right, you are loser. Your’e a loser that deserves to die.” My veins feel like they are on fire. It feels like I being eaten up. “You can’t do anything right, you are loser. Your’re loser that deserves to die.” What is happening? Am I still dreaming? I must have a fever of something. Better get up of the bathtub. I should have done it when I woke up. How long have I bin in here? The longer I think about the words in the dream, the more pain I feel. “You can’t do anything right, you are loser. A loser that deserves to die.” But it doesn’t matter how much I try not think about them. They are the stuck in surface of my thought. Like the words are hurting my physcially. My own words. “A loser...” I try to get up.
It feels like I am glued to the brim. My slippery skin is stuck. I didn’t know this was even possible. “A loser..” “Help...” I croak. “A crybay...” “Help me...” My voice seems to be closer to whisper than scream. My throat must be sore. Yes, I am defiently sick. I itch all over. The arm is killing me. I can’t reach to scratch it. “That derserves to...” (Ripping sound, like taking of a bandage) Yes, finally I could get my arm of. Now I only must... (Scream) “To die.” What, no...this can’t be happening. My fingers are bonewhite. By a reflex I but the arm back in the water. No! It will be infected. I get the arm back up. I see no sign of infection, but the skin keeps falling of like snowflakes. The skin is floating in the bathtub like petals on water. The skin cells keep falling of. A drug...I must be on drugs. That is the only explanation. I must get out of the water. (Splashing water) “Help me!” I scream till my lungs burst. “HELP ME!” “A loser. A loser. A LOSER!” I AM SORRY! I DID’T MEAN THOSE WORDS! I yelled these words without avail. They couldn’t be heard by noone but myself. “I AM SORRY! I AM SO SORRY! HEEELP MEEEEE!” I scream my lungs out. Everything hurts. My vision is fading. Everything turned black. (Darkness) (Footsteps approach)
Thank god, some helps seems to have finally arrived. This nightmare will soon be over. (Heavy breathing and water splashing) Everything is going to be alright, I tell my feverish brain. I must get to a hospital. I open and turn my eyes to my rescuer. (Picture of Marat by David) I try no to laugh. What kind of sick joke is this? Isn’t this the painting that I could never remember the title on, but alway the painter, David. But noone who is taking a bath was to be reminded of the picture. “Would be please stop this and help me?” I say as friendly as I can. I see the skin cells had stopped falling of me, but my bone is shown clearly in the cold light. Can this even be fixed? “Could you...” I ask but is greeted with a gunpoint that is directed to through the painting. I least I will not be stabbed like Marat, haha I finally rememberd his name, on my deathbed. How ironic. I see black hair driping over the painting. Is that really? “It is you...!” “You are a loser.” (Gunshoot) “That derserves to die.” (Picture of the girl-victim that was shot in the head.) The red liquicd splashed all over the walls and is driping into the bathtub. The shooter turns her back and snaps her finger. (snapping sound) (chewing sounds) The skin is being eating of the girl and nothing is left but the skeleton. (Clanging, and crumbling sound) The skeleton hangs it’s head in shame before it crumbles to dust. (crumbling sound continues and ends) “You have grown stronger,” the once singing and teasing voice says to the shooter.
“Shut up. I had to kill this people. For him. Azierthel.” “You mean eat them.” “Shut...up.” III
(Darkness) I have alway lived in darkness. Except for the briefest moments of light. (Light lights up the screen, like sun shining through clouds) (Pictures are showed in fast motion, f.x the family sitting around dining room table, smiling and laughing) Glimpses, that sometimes I believe was all illusion. All just a dream. My story began... No our story began when me and my brother lost our parents. Of course it’s horrible for all children to lose their parents, especially when there are young. However in our case, our world became hell. Our family was what you would call a happy go lucky family. Of course we had our ups and downs, but we'll always made up and the bitterness never stayed too long (the fighting never lasted long). Our dad was a visionary. He believed that he could cure the world of all it’s illness. He never knew that the worst incurable illness (disease) no virus, was his family. Not our happy little family that would often sit around that table and have fun just being with each other. No, his family, the family he had grew up with and thought he could trust. Dad’s family is the wealthiest and most powerful in the world. He runs huge corporations and has man in every powerful stature in the world. No one dared to go against the Family. We thought we had the support of the Family. That they had our back in this. I remember dad coming everyday from work, with his big smile that lit the room so easily. And saying with joy while he hugged me and my brother, that everthing would be right with the world. Nothing would ever be the same. He didn’t know that his last sentence was right but his first, wrong. Everything went wrong with the world. At least our world. Everything shifted out of balance.
I remember that day like it had happened yesterday instead of thirteen years ago. Nothing in the sky showed that this would be the day when everything would turn black. There were no warning signs, no crows, no black cats. Just a perfectly ordinary morning. My and my brother went to school after wishing our father good luck, that it was finally the big day. He raised his fist in the air and went:,, Yeah!” We pumped our fist in the air along with mom and also went ,,Yeah!” Like we were in rock concert instead if being in kitchen getting ready for school or in our dad’s case, the biggest day of his live and mankind. When I look back our dad could often act like a teenager but in those days, he was the coolest dad ever. I often wonder I would have felt about him now. I also sometimes wonder if his kid-like innocence had brought about his downfall. One would never know, just as we were kept in dark about what would happen this day. If only I could turn back time. But that wasn’t the power I was given for the task, for the task of revenge. (Darkness) “Dad...what’s wrong?” The school day had come to a close and me and my brother put our schoolbags on the kitchen floor. My brother always threw his schoolbag on the floor while I put it gently down. So I looked up when my brother asked this question with a innocent voice. My dad had never looked as horrible as that day. My dad that never showed us anything but smiles and fun, had suddenly empty eyes like he was staring into a empty space. A void. What ever happened had killed my father. I remember that was my first reaction. And who knew I was spot on. “Dad...Dad!” My brother shook our dad violently who hadn’t made a move yet. My father showed no reaction to the violent shocks. He reminded me of branches swinging the wind. “DAAAD!” My brother yelled into his ears till our mother loosened the hold he had on my father’s shoulder. “Kids, please. Leave your dad alone for a while.” My mom had such sadness in her eyes when she turned her gaze to me and said my name:”*****, could you please take your brother upstairs and play with him for a while. “What has happened mom? Why is dad like this?” “*****, please...” I had never heard my mother plead like this. She grasped my father’s shoulder but held my gaze all the time.
“Come along,++++.” I took my brother´s hand and lead to the stairs all the while he kept asking:”Big sister, what is wrong with dad? Why won’t he answer? Big sister?” I wished I could answer him but the answer gave itself soon away. Before we could even reach the staircase. Clearly, our father had either decided to keep all what happened secret from mom or he just couldn’t tell her because of the shock. Mom at least didn’t know that she was not allowed to turn on the television with us in the room. (Snow on screen-sizzling sound till suddenly a picture comes on it. It changed into an elderly man reading the news) “Today something beyond our wildest imagination has happened...” (dramatic music starts, it goes faster and higher along with the scene) It was like the anchors voice woke up my dad from his slumber. He stiffened and turned to the TV. Me and my brother turned away from the staircase and listen and looked (listen attentively) “No what are you doing! Turn it off! Turn it off!” Our father grabbed the remote from my mothers had. “...something mankind will never forget.... The anchor continued and looked at us in the kitchen with steel grey eyes like we were the ones to thank it for or blame. But our father couldn’t make a move when suddenly the tv showed scenes of people in a lab in frenzy when they seemed to slowly eaten up. The flesh of their arms was slowly being peeled away by some invisible force. (peeling sounds) “Ewwww!” My brother made a face like he had smelled something bad. Me, I just stood shellshocked. What the hell happened? Am I dreaming? “Who is responsible for this tragedy?” Voice of another newancher said.
“Cover your eyes children!” My mother shouted who had been just as shocked as I. “And ears! Cover your ears!” My father shouted although that gesture seemed impossible except by closing our eyes at the same time instead of covering them.
I saw my brother was confused, so I covered the ears for him with my eyes closed. Maybe, we should have left instead but the damage was already done. It would scar us for life. Since I had covered my brothers ear instead of mine. I heard everything the news anchor said. (Picture of their father comes on the screen) “Under the pretense that he was saving the world, instead of making a weapon for war. Warfund. We have you exposed, now we understand all that secrecy,” the news anchor continued saying while the picture of their father hung in the corner of the television screen. Like he had already be hanged for his crime. “No...I...it was secret...because...I was protecting the formula...” My dad stammered like he was answering the television and later on these were the answers he would continue spit out but to no avail. It all fell on deaf ears. “You can’t hide the truth any longer,” the new anchor said with an accusing glare while my father trembled for the microphone who probably resembled more of a gunpoint but an innocent sounding device. “We didn’t know what we were funding. We thought we were helping the world. We are terrible sorry for your loss,” a spokesman of the family said in interview. “Liars! You did this!” My mother who usually was so calm and collected screamed at the television screen. Of course she got no answers. It didn’t matter when she screamed these words in real life and spit on the spokesman. The spokesman of the Family only dried away the spit from his collar and continued with his speech like nothing had happened. No One would listen to woman of a madman. A mad scientist. “Honey, calm down. We...we will figured something out...for the sake of the children,” my dad said while he held her in place. His eyes were empty when he stared at the televison screen and the spokesman in real life, while he continued chattering with the news anchor. Every Day this went on, the media kept repeating the scenes from the lab and interviewing my dad even though they didn’t seemed to interest in anything he had to say. Their story was the truth. He was the liar who had gotten mad because he got caught. They were the heroes for exposing my dad’s evil plan. “THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS CURE TO ALL THE WORLD DIEASES! YOU ARE A LIAR!” Where shouted at my father in talk shows. “I never said...cure all diseases...this was just a step...”
“You are murderer. You don’t think about anything except profit. A traitor to humankind.” “No...I..I...” My father starred in vain into the screen at me, where I stood in front of TV store that showed the show on my way home from school. Even though our parents had done their best to keep this from us since we saw it by accident, they soon realised it was an impossible task. It was on every day, every channel, showed around the world for many different versions and perspectives. One thing was in common with a this slander. Fear. Fear of this drug that had by father saying bin invented by accident. That someone must have tempered with formula, but of course there were no truths and everything my father had kept about the medicine had been deleted. Making him an even more liar. Everyone were afraid of the consequences, of how the warlords could use this drug to win battles easily. Sometimes when I look back at this time, I remember that it had felt like an eternity but now. I was all too short, everything happened too fast. In the span of one year, my father had changed from the smiling guy who always joked with us kids, to someone who was like a shadow of himself. Either he showed apathy or anger when my mother begged him to move with us to another country. “Another country! Are you mad woman! This has been shown all over the world. We are infamous...or at least I am...” He put his face in his hands and murmured:”Maybe it would be for the best if I just ended it...” “Dear! Don’t say things like that in front of the children!” My mother covered my brothers ears. I recall I didn’t quite grasp the meaning of my father words that time. But today I know it was inevitable. (Sound of a little kid screaming. Blood splattering, sound of slicing and stabbing) “My baby!” Our mother thrust into the room and grabbed my little brother who was still screaming and covered in blood from head to toe. Our father was dead. (Darkness) IV “****.” I came to the hospital bed with tears in my eyes:”What mom?” “Take...care of your brother..” My mother said with raspy voice and froze in mid speech. Her head fell to the side with her eyes wide open.
“Mom! MOOOM!” I screamed. This couldn’t be happening. No, why did the both have to die. The tears fell from my face constantly. I felt I was drowning in snot. I dried my red eyes. No, I had to be strong for my brother. I am everything he has left in this world. This not fair! (Punching sound over and over again) I punched the wall over and over again till a nurse came and helped me sit down. She said she was terrible sorry for my loss and explained that my mother’s heart had given up because of the all the stress these past month. I sniffled. I like being next to the chest of the nurse. She felt warm and I heart her hearbeat while she stroked my damp hair. Just like mom had always done. I felt sting in my heart. It was too painful to be alive. Only one thing kept me from jumping of the balcony. “Where is my brother...?”
The days went on like nothing had happened. We had to move on with our lives and we had gotten a few days from school to get over our loss. My brother had recently started school so his absence did not help to cool down the anger and fear that had spread through our school like wildfire. I was used to being feared and shunned for the sake of being different but my brother he was new to this stuff. I didn’t want him to be new to it, I wanted him to never know the helpness and anger that follows us victims of bullying. cccccccfv’ +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++pðBut of course I did not get my wish. The universe must hate us siblings. We were called the children of the devil. My poor brother got the worst of it. Many gossips involved about our dad keeping the formula to kill us all inside my brother, or some kind of a code to get into his lab. All of this was of course rubbish. My brother didn’t even really know about everything that had happened this fateful day in the kitchen. He didn’t understand why our father and the incident was linked. He was that young at that time. I also think something must have died with him, the day he saw dad stabbing himself to death. He had the same empty eyes our dad before he took his own life. For some reason a game called Dare rubber death, was quite popular in our school. Or at least among the bullies. The game involved, like the name implies a rubber band. The rubber band was stretched around your throat and squeezed till you made a hand gesture no more. The longer you held out, the more of a hero you were, the shorter, a crybaby but the worst of all was if you didn’t dare participate in the death game they called you chicken. I once saw these stupid thugs torturing an innocent bystander with this stupid game. He quit quite early so he was called a crybaby. Next the thugs turned to me.
“Hey you are one the devil children. Do you have the guts to participate in the game or are you a chicken devil?” They laughed like they had just told the joke of the year, with this clever name calling a six year could have done. One of the guys even did a little chicken dance and bucked, while the one of the girls held to fingers over his head to resemble horns. (Fake chicken sounds) I don’t know why I relented in the end. Maybe I wanted to prove something, or maybe I was just tired of life. “Okay,” I said and shrugged my shoulders like this was no big deal. The chicken dance and bucking stopped immediately. The kids stared at me in wonder and fright. “Okay then...” The biggest of them finally said since none of the others had the guts. He stretched the rubber band around my throat. (Stretching sound) I don’t know how on earth I did it. But it felt like nothing was absuring my breath. I could breath normally. I must have stiffened my neck so the rubber band didn’t cut me in the throat. Yes, that must have been the reason. Or so I thought in those days. (Snapping sound) “Aaaaa! A witch!” The kid threw away the snapped rubber band on the ground and flew in frigth along with the others. I felt I had to keep up appearances, so I laughed maniacally after them. (The same laugh as in the beginning of the story, except more childlike). The witch name calling was nothing new for me. I had had that name since early in first grade. I shrugged my shoulders. That will teach those idiots not to mess with us or anyone else. Oh, how children can be naive. (Lot of squabbling, lots of noise, people are talking together in loud voice but you can’t hear what is being said) Some days must have passed or maybe it happened just the day after. In those days everything felt long. I noticed a hurdle of kids on the schoolyard. The had gather around in cirle around something. Bullying...it must be bullying.
I rushed to the rescue. (sound of fast footsteps) “Let me through you idiots!” I said to people obscuring my way and the immediatly moved when the saw the witch was here. (Loud whispering) “What is going on...?” I immediately froze before the sight before my eyes. My brother, my only family in the whole world, was standing in the middle of the schoolyard with his eyes closed. Around his neck was the rubberband. It was stretched to the limits but stretcher didn’t seem to be loosened in the slightest. My brother was becoming blue with every second that passed when I rushed in the middle of schoolyard. (Falling sound, thud) And threw the stretcher to the ground while I loosened the rubber band around my brothers neck. He gasped for air. “Sister...” He said in a weakly voice. I felt all the blood rush to my ears and the heart hammered in my chest. I heart the heartbeat in my ears. (Heartbeat sounds) My brother had bin inches away from death. Had I not come..he would have...he would have... I couldn’t think current thought. I saw like in slow motion how I rushed to the stretcher on the ground, lifted him up him his collar and punched him to so he fell back down. (Punching sound) And punched him again, and again. I remember how he tried to stop me from hitting him, how he begged me, but I continued beating him. I felt the soft skin being crushed under my fist. My fist hurt more than I could imagine. I didn’t look like it hurt when you watched people being beaten up in the movies. (Blood splattering sound and along with punching) It also felt unbelievably good to get the negative emotions out of your system. I felt like was on drugs. Nothing existed except me beating this kid.
“Sister...Sister!” My brother had tried to stop me for some time but I didn’t listen till he screamed. I stopped the beating and turned around. My brother had blood on his eyes and cheeks. If not for the shivering he would have looked like a frozen statue, with dead cold eyes, like he had been slaughtered. Like I had hurt him physically with the beaten of the other boy. Like I had been beating him all the while. I seized the beating this instant. The boy scurried away and and fell on my knees and hugged my trembling brother. I whispered in his ear:”Everything is going to be alright. I will make sure of it.” And stroked his hair with my bloody hands. V “This girl is a monster.” “There is evil in this girl.” “Have you not all seen how she sits in the corner at draw witches torturing beautiful princess in their sleep.” “I want you to expel her.” “She is a danger to this school.” “A monster, she is not human. She can’t be human.” I sat under those accusations in the principal office. I had been dragged after the onesided fight by a furious teacher. The mother of the boy I had punished for trying to kill my brother, was the loudest of the all. She had arrived as soon as she heard something had happened to her baby and rushed with him to emergency room. It turned out he only had a broken nose. Big deal, I used to get them a lot when I was younger. After the death of our mother, me and my brother had been put in orphanage since no one in our family wanted to take us. Like we were some kind of a curse. I wish that damn principal would just make his decision and let us sibling leave this place. That would be the best outcome. He is not safe here. “What about her brother?” My principal asked while he leaned over the table and watched me with great interest. “Her brother is a wonderful boy. He would make a good brother of my angle. I have nothing against him,” The mother of the stretcher said. Brother? A good brother? He tried to kill him! I turned in my seat and glared at the mother, I was about to yell those words when the mother of the evil kid said:”Yes it would be best if the sibling would be separated. She had a bad influence on him. I also think it would be good for the kid to get into another environment. Free from the past.” I couldn’t believe how this woman kept talking about me like I was not in the room. But foremost I could not forgive her for be willing to take my only family away. I was about to jump and punch here when suddenly a man seemed evaporate out of thin air.
“I will take it from here madam.” The room who filled with silence and turned around in their chairs to look at the tall man who bowed to them. “Who...who are you?” My principal asked who had been struck speechless by the arrival of this man. “I am Azierthel.” He stroke his moustache that looked like whiskers. I couldn’t help laughing at the sight of the man. None of the adults yelled at me to behave. They all just stared at the man and but finally the mother of the bastard kid said:”What kind of name is that?” With a lot of contempt in her voice, like he had just spit in her hair. “It foreign.” “Obviously,” the woman said and shook her head in disbelief. “I was...no am for a true friendships never dies!” Azierthel said with a booming voice that echoed in the office. He coughed apologetically and said to clarify those big words:”I am a friend of their father...” “A friend of dad´s!” I couldn’t keep quite any longer though the adults shushed me. My dad had lost all his friends on the day of the incident or maybe none of them had the guts to have his back in this. Azierthel didn’t seem to mind my little interruption but seemed to take joy in my enthusiasm. He leaned down to me with a smiling face like the cheshire cat:”Yes, but the most important thing of all, little one. It that he appointed me your godfather.” “Godfather that is preposterous!” The mother of the evil bastard kid said. “I have the legal document to prove it.” Azierthel whips up some documents and puts them on office table. The principal puts on his reading glasses and puts them on the desk. “They look authentic.” The principal looked over his glasses at Azierthel like he was pinning him in place with his gaze. Azierthel just grinned while the other adults in the room were speechless. Who was this man? “Come along then, little one,” he waved at me and gasped when I jumped into his arms. “Thank you! Thank you!” I said and tears started fallen down my cheeks against my will. “Please...don’t let them see me cry,” I murmed into Azierthel chest and he must have heard me, for he scurried along with me to the exit. “Wait!” I heard my principal say and stand up with force. I could feel Azierthel turn around with me still hanging around his middle. “What do you plan to do with the charges against the little girl in your care?” The principal asked. He probably pointed at me with accusing finger but I couldn’t see anything. I didn’t want to fell anything except the warmth from this stranger. “Charges?” Azierthel asked with his booming voice that seemed to create wind in this small office:”WHAT CHARGES!?”
I climbed up and peeked over his shoulder. I could see the grown up cover in fear. I smirked. “Nothing master Azierthel. There are no charges....” “Of course there are no charges. I am taking the siblings out of this school.” He walked toward the exit and said when he grabbed the doorknob and twisted his head around:”They never were here. This was all illusion.” Could this man be even more awesome? I hugged him tighter when he turned the knob and slammed the door behind us.
My brother was afraid of this strange man and hid behind my back. “Sister...who is this man?” He whispered. “This is Azierthel.” I picked up my brother and put him in front of me:”Dad’s friend.” “Dad...s...friend...” My brother sucked his thumb, a bad habit he had taken up after the death of our parents. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, little one.” Azierthel put out his hand for a handshake but my brother stared at it, like it was the most imitating thing in the world. “Oh well.” Azierthel patted my brother on the head while using his other hand to scratch his chin:”You will get used to me soon enough.” Like everything in our lives, the days with Azierthel did not last for ever. However those days were the closest we had ever felt be reunited with the day with our family. We were happy as long as Azierthel was with us. He joked with us and provided us clothes, food and shelter. A long with changing of school we also moved in with Azierthel. His house was the coolest ever, although you had to through a dark place to get there. Me and my brother had never felt so save as in this house. All too soon the days with Azierthel ended. One day after school we came to an empty house. “Azi!” “Uncel K Dad!” My brother called up the stairs and I went down in the cellar. Azierthel was nowhere to be seen. Which was strange since Azierthel was always home and didn’t seem to do anything except watching youtube videos with cats in them. So maybe it was not so strange to finally find a grey cat with a note in it’s mouth. I read the letter for my brother. “Dear little ones.” As soon as I started reading I could hear Azierthel’s voice blend in with mine. “I have to leave for a while.” “Take care of the cat, he’s yours. The one calling me Uncle K Dad get’s to name him.” “Take care of yourself.” “Yours truly” “Kasmir Azierthel”
I looked up from the letter and excepted to my brother’s eyes filled to the brim with tears like mine. But instead I found looking all excited and petting the cat that turned around on his back. “I get to name him! What should I name him, sis?” My brother patted the cat on the stomach. “Aren’t you worried about Azi?” “Uncle K Dad?” My brother shrugged his shoulders and without taking his eyes of the nameless cat or seizing in the patting, he said:”Nah, he said he wouldn’t be long. He will be back before you know it.” My brother turned to me and beamed. Long gone was the boy who didn’t trust the strange man that come to our rescue. Of course we had our doubts about whether or not he had been a friend of dad’s. At least dad had never mentioned him and he had always been in touch with all of his friends, the star of the party. Maybe Azierthel had bin away in another country or doesn’t live here. That was one of the speculations we had about the this man. None of it matter now. I only wanted him to come back. I had faith in my brother’s word that he would be back before I knew it. The years passed and the only link we had to Azierthel was the letters the cat now named Duck, delivered us. Me and my brother had tried following Duck to see if we could find the whereabouts of Azierthel but with no success. The cat seemed to disappear into thin air. The letters we got were always short and to the point, containing just the basic instructions and sometimes love. As we got older the letter got shorter and suddenly when I turned eighteen, the letter delivering stopped altogether. I remember how hurt I was not getting any birthday wish, like Azierthel had been very careful in sending us every year. Something must have happened to him. I still remember how I tossed and turned in bad, dreaming that Azierthel had bin killed or something worse had happened to him. He had to be a secret agent. That was the only thing that could explain all the secrecy and how we could have live all this time alone, never taken away by child service and we had to have a parent or our guardian sign anything in school or go to meetings. That would also explain why he had come to our rescue all those years ago. He had to be one of the few agents that believed in conspiracy the Family had done against our family. And now the Family must have killed him or he had bin killed in action. I never voiced those thoughts aloud to my brother and my word of encouragement echoed this:”He will be back before you know it.” Was all that time we spend with Azierthel just a lie? As well as the letter delivering stopped, suddenly me and my brother had to provide for yourself. After graduating from high school I decided instead of going to college, that the only way for us to keep living in this house was if I would start working. For some reason though, we never seemed to have to pay for the big house we lived in, only for food, clothes, water, transportation and school stuff. That was a big relief. We didn’t have to fear for losing our shelter, but we could starve to death in there or die out of cold. And of coure we had to feed Duck. He was a big eater. He took the biggest toll out of our money. Sometimes he seemed to sense that we didn’t have much money and
refused to eat, put his paws on the bowl and pushed it away. Or maybe he just didn’t like the food we had bought for him. Duck could be a picky eater. Why do we call a cat a Duck? Ask my brother. It was all his a idea and we have stucked with it since. If I remember correctly he had been working his brains about trying to find the perfect name and because I did nothing to help, this disaster of name came to be. Honestly, I don’t remember why he called our cat that. Could be something like the way the cat put the paws under him or that he was always ducking out of the way.... I wish could ask my brother for the reason. I really wish I could speak to him once again. Just once...to say how sorry I am for what happened that day. That day, I met Azierthel again. VI (Darkness) “You look like a mess, what happened?” My brother looked like he had been dragged through the sewer. His eyes were bloody (blóðhlaupin) and he breathed raggedly. But what started me most was the look in his eyes. The glint in his eyes was gone and replaced by endless void. Emptiness, the same emptiness that was in my brother eyes the day our father died. “Nothing...just tired,” my brother dragged himself upstairs and I could hear him fall into his bed with a thud. I decided to let him rest before asking him what had happened. Something did. I just knew it. I was the only one in the world who can understand him. The only one who he could trust. So why was he keeping secrets from me!!!? I punched the wall. (punching sounds) The days went by and everyday my brother dragged himself to bed with the words he was tired. Sure, he was working in hard physical work but this was more than tiredness from work. It was more like he had given up. Ever since I couldn’t get a job my brother had taken it upon himself to work for the home. At first I had been against it. I wanted him to continue his education and he had my word that he wouldn’t quit school. After he graduated from high school my brother continued his education in university and work alongside his studies. He didn’t want to quit even though it was sometimes too much load on his shoulders. The reason, I had failed in providing for the home. I couldn’t keep a job.
That was the biggest reason I couldn't refuse his request about working along with his education. What infuriated me the most was that despite the reason I was failing every class and the best thing would be for us both, for me to take on the workload. I couldn’t because of my personality. One could say I had to deal with some anger issues... (Punching sound) Each time someone mentioned our family or dared speak ill of my brother, I punched him or her. It had become reflex over the years and soon people had learn to fear me. However that fear did not help me in keeping a job. A woman was not supposed to fight. Let alone like a street fighter. I wouldn’t mind except the toll it took on my brother. I was failing my classes because I couldn't concentrate because of worries. What had happened to my brother!? (Punching sound) I will fight out. He can’t keep secrets from me for very long. I will save you. Whatever has happened. VII (Darkness, meowing, scratching sounds, sounds of running water-dampened ) “Hello, Duck. What are you doing stop scratching the door. You will ruin it. (Meowing continues and scratching sound gets louder. Water sounds) “Duck! Stop it!” I pick up the cat. (Protesting meowing) “Duck you are very naughty,” and puts him down farther away from the door. I makes sure I obscure the door with my body so Duck can’t keep on scratching it. “Find your scratching post.” I point in the right direction. Duck continues with his meowing protest but I pay it no heed. “++++! Are you done yet?” (knocking sounds) “Hello? Are you done in the bathroom? I am going to be late for school. Please hurry up.”
(frantic knocking sounds) “Hello? +++!?” (frantic knocking sounds get louder and changes into punching sounds) “+++!?” I shouted into the wood of our bathroom door. “Can’t you hear me?” I grew more anxious with the moment. I put my ear to the door and couldn’t hear anything except the sounds of running water. (running water sounds gets louder along with desperate meowing) I turn the knob. (locking sounds-like something is locked) The door is locked. “Hello! +++!? I stop immediately with my senseless screaming and rip the hairpin out of my hair. (sctraching sounds of a pin) (unlocking sounds) I gasp before the sight before me. “+++!” I hurry to my brother. (water splashing sounds) (Clapping sounds on flesh) “+++! Wake up! Please wake up! You can’t leave me! HEEEELP MEEE! PLEASE HELP ME! MY BROTHER IS DYING!!!” This was the first time I cursed the fact that our house was in the middle of nowhere. What had kept us safe all this years would be the death of my brother. (Meowing) “Duck...what are you doing?” Duck put little paws on my brother’s chest and seems to by squeezing him. He puts pressure on his little paws and looks at me like he is saying:”Just stand there. Do something!”
“Duck...of course...” I suddenly realise what our cat is trying to do. I instantly recall everything about first help and get to work. I didn’t try to call for help. Like always we sibling were alone in this. (Coughing sounds and relieved meowing) “+++!” I hug my brother who continues with his coughing. Our bathroom floor is filled with water blended spit. Duck shook himself to get rid of the water and started to lick himself clean. “Sister...?” He said with his weak voice. It reminded me too much of the day with the stretcher. “What happened?” He looks down on his chest and suddenly his face goes bright red. “Sister! I am stark naked!” “Well duh...you were in the bathtub. It’s not like you would bathe with your clothes on.” I can’t help rolling my eyes. Is that really the first thing that comes to his mind after being so close to death? “But...you saw me...you...” He pushed me away:”Please go away...” I laugh bitterly:”You honestly can’t be shy. We are siblings...” I toss a towel to him and he catches it and binds it around his middle. “That’s why I kept the door locked. I want my privacy! I am grown man for christ sake!” He points at the door. “You are not a grown man, you are nineteen....I would hardly call that a...” “Just go away...I need some time for my self.” He turns his head away from me. “But what happened? Did you fall asleep in the tub?” “GO AWAY!” I can’t do anything except obeying his unkindly demand. Although I wanted to stay with him and make sure he was all right. “No locking the door.” I said in admonishing voice behind the crack of the door. “Fine..,” he grunted and I closed the door softly behind me. This incident was not the end of it. It was just the beginning. My worst fear had come to fruition. What happened in the bathroom had not been an accident. It was all intentional. After a while I stopped counting his suicide attempts. I didn’t do it because I was coldhearted. No I did it to try to keep my sanity that my brother had unfortunately lost. Sadly, I couldn’t say that this was new to me. My brother had always been obsessed with dying since the day he saw our father
take his life. I done my best to keep him calm and happy, and some days it had worked and others not. Mostly his obsession came through in depression but he had never tried taking his own life, till that day in the bathroom. His obsession with dying had gotten worse over the years and especially after he had started working. He never told me where he worked like he was ashamed of it. I paid it no mind though I couldn’t understand why he thought he had to impress me or hide something from me. He had made me promise to not ask any questions as long as he stayed in school and put money on the table. I had kept that promise until this day. “Slaughterhouse! Are you mad! You have fear of blood. You can’t possibly work in the slaughterhouse. Is that why your depression has gotten worse!? Is that it?” I couldn’t contain my anger any longer. “Sister, please seize with your ranting. I have everything under control...” “Under control, my ass! You have tried to kill yourself numerous of times!” “THAT IS NOT THE REASON!” (Silence and darkness) “What is the reason?” I ask with my gentle voice. “It doesn’t matter.” My brother shrugged his shoulders and turned his back to me. “What is the reason?” “It...doesn’t...matter.” My brother said through his teeth. “What is the reason?” “Will you please stop with the spanish inquisition.” He turned to me with angry expression. “Why won’t you tell me?” Tears started to sting my eyes. “I will take care of it, don’t worry.” My brother tried to smile and failed miserably so he ended with a grin. The sadness was evident in his eyes. It was time for my brother to swallow his manly pride. So one day I decided to follow him to his workplace after school. Who could have know that, that one decision would turn out be my undoing? (slamming, sound, laughing, clanging sounds) “Haha, what a loser!” (clanging sound) “Man, what a crybaby.” “Do you want me to phone your mommy?” “Watch this. See how he reacts to it.” (vomiting sounds and laughing)
“Please...please just let me continue with meh..work...” (more vomiting sounds) “Work? What do you say boss? Should you let a crybaby like that work here?” “Nah, he’s not a really man. He can’t work here at least not with the meat.” “Please sir...I have to work...I have to...” (more vomiting sounds) “Hmm...I will let you work here on one condition.” “Anything...please..I will do anything...boss...” “You can work as an entertainment. But first thing first, you have to scrub up the mess you left behind.” “Owww...please...not my hair...” “What a lady!” (laughing) ( thud, scrubbing sounds and more laughing) “Please...please...I am sick...” “Yes you are sick indeed.” (more laughing and scrubbing sounds) “STOP RIGHT THERE!!!” I couldn’t take it anymore. The only reason I hadn’t done anything was that I had been frozen in place. (more laughing) “What has mommy finally come to your rescue?” “No, she is far too cute to be your mother.” “But she can’t be his girlfriend. A loser like him can’t have a girlfriend.” “Sister...what are you doing here?” My brother seemed to far more ashamed of me witnessing his humiliation that him receiving one. “Ohoho, of course it couldn’t be his girlfriend. Sister, his sister thinks she can rescue you.”
“Sister, don’t do anything. Go home, please go home,” my brother said on the verge of crying. “Ahaha, like a little girl like her can do anything...” (kicking sound) “Oh, owieeeeee!” “What have you done your witch!?” “I kicked his thinking place.” “Why you...!” “Sister, run you are in great danger!” (squabbling, kicking, punching sounds, clanging, slamming, thuds) “Aaaaah! Witch! She is a witch!!!” (running footsteps, slamming doors) “Yes, run you loser and I will haunt you down if you dare lay a finger on my brother.” I have to walk carefully in order not to trip over all the equipment. My brother is frozen in place. Still with vomit in his hair. (running sounds of water, drying sound of a towel) “Here this will take the worst of it. Let’s get you home to shower.” I reached down to grap the hand of my brother. (slapping sound) “What...” I looked at my hand he slapped away. “Go away...” “What..but I...” “You have ruined everything...” “But I saved you...” (jumping sound, thud) “I DON’T NEED YOUR FREAKING HELP!!!” He glares at me and manages to be menacing despite the vomit leaking out of his hair.
“When will you realise that I want to life my own life. I don’t need your meddling. Your self righteous. I can take care of myself.” He leans down and washes his hair in the sink. (running sounds of water) I want to say something in my defence but can’t think of anything. Finally I can only think of one thing. “Has this been going on for how long?” “GO AWAY! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!” He splashed me with water. (splashing sound) “I see...” Tears are stuck in my eyes, the water in my hair runs down my face. “I will leave then...” “Good! Finally you get something.” He dries his hair with paper. He doesn’t turn around when I run out the door. VIII (Running sounds) I have nowhere to go. I am a burden to my brother, a thorn in his eyes. I have done nothing except make him feel pain. Hurt his pride. I am not worthy of being his sister. He doesn’t need me in his life. I have nothing to life for any longer. (Running sounds) I wish for a car to appear and run me over. Take away the pain and but then I make I turn when thinking about all the hassle my brother must go through in visiting me in the hospital or taking care of my funeral. No, I must disappear from the face of the earth. (meowing in the distance) Was that Duck? I forgot all about him. I must go home and feed him. Yes, my brother will at least have Duck in his life. Wait a minute! What is Duck doing here? Why is he not home? (meowing)
No that can’t be Duck. It must be another cat. (running sounds in grass) “Duck is that you?” A grey cat lays in the grass and meows. As I get closer I realise that it is Duck. “Duck, what are you doing here? Why aren’t you home?” (meowing and running) “Duck no! Don’t run you must wait for my brother when he gets home! Please come back!” (running and panting) I can’t believe this turning of events. Suddenly I have stopped trying to find a place to disappear and am running after our wayward cat. Calling continuously:”Duck! Duck! Duck come back! Duuuuck!” I must have looked like a lunatic running after a cat and calling him a duck. (panting) “Duck...where are you?” I looked over the field. The grey little cat was nowhere to be seen. Did the earth swallow him up? But that is not fair. I wished for the earth to open up and swallow me. Not the cat! Why did the universe always go against my wishes? For once I wished something could be right in the world. “Please, give me back my cat.” I whispered into the starlit night. (unearthly music starts) (crunching sound) What is that? Why do I feel like I am standing on a thin iceeeeeeee......” (more crunching sound) (screaming) And for once I finally got my wish. The earth had swallowed me whole.
VIIII (Darkness) Darkness. Complete darkness. I was surprised I had survived the fall. I thought I was a goner. But where was I and where was Duck? “Duck? Duck where are you?” I called into the darkness. “Right here, little one.” That voice. It couldn’t be. Was it really him? I scrutinised my eyes into the complete darkness. “Duck where are you?” I called and waited for the meow. “Right here, I just answered you.” “Duuuck!” I yelled and suddenly the lights turned out and revealed my destination. “Welcome to my home, little one,” Azierthel spread his arms wide and smiled with his cat like grin. “Duuck! Duck where are you?” “Aren’t you happy to see me?” The hurt was evident in Azierthel voice but I ignored. Just like he had done to us in our hour of need. “Duck!” I yelled and couldn’t care less that our guardian was standing in front of me. I only cared about getting our cat, go home with it and then when I had fulfilled my duty, disappear from the face of this earth once and for all. For him. Azierthel sighed and was growing more frustrated as I kept yelling at our cat. Finally I turned to him and asked like he was complete stranger:”Have you seen Duck?” Azierthel hmphed and stroked his cat like whiskers:”You really haven’t figured it out have you?” “Figured out what. That you left us. That one day we were no good writing a letter to. Is that what you are referring to?” “Is that anyway how you speak to your guardian?” “Piss off, you aren’t my guardian any more. I am a grown up.” “Obviously....” Azierthel shook his head in disbelief.
“Well...” “Well what?” Azierthel asked with clear frustration in his voice. “You haven’t answered my question.” “What question?” Azierthel asked with clear curiosity in his voice. “Why did you fucking leave us?” “Oh when you put it like that, it is the first time I have ever heard that question. At least it did not have that rude remark in the first one.” “Answer it damn it.” “If you think that swearing will get you what you what. You are sadly mistaken.” “Please...” “That’s better and to answer your question and as to the whereabouts of Duck. The answer is simple...” “Out with it old man.” Azierthel stopped in his track and looked at me with pity:”Oh how far you have gone.” “I am tired of this game. I am leaving as soon as I have gotten Duck back. Give him back.” “Oh, but the game is just beginning.” These words startled me. They seemed to be accompanied with such cold I shivered and before my eyes Azierthel started changing shapes. (sounds and twisting circles on the screen) (Meowing) “I am Duck,” Azierthel said with booming voice in form of cat. “Wha...t...?” “So you see, I never truly left you siblings.”
“You are Duck...?” “Well technically I am a cat but yes that is what your brother decided to call me. Even though I had trained to be the best cat ever.” I sniggered. “This is not funny!” The cat shouted which made me laugh even harder. Ah how good it felt to laugh. Images of Azierthel all this time being our cat, floated around in my brain. (Pictures of Duck the cat-montage) “So you were drinking red wine while reading the paper!” “Well yes...sometimes I got carried a way. I didn’t expect you home so soon. And honestly aren’t you more surprised to see a talking cat?” I shrugged my shoulder:”Nah, somehow I always knew. But do you know what the best part of this is?” Cat Azierthel listened very carefully. “Is that this all some stupid dream. And sooner or later I will wake up!” I twirled around and laughed. This was all too much. Cat Azierthel looked at me in disbelief:”Really, is that what you will go for a dream? Is that not just one way to escape from reality?” “Reality!?” I laughed harder and pointed:” Is this reality? A talking cat under the ground? My guardian as a cat? Either I have lost my mind or yes this is in fact the weirdest dream I had.” Cat Azierthel sighed:”I see. So it the dispute with your brother, was also a dream?” I stopped with my twirling:”You knew about it?” Cat Azierthel (kinkaði kolli):”Of course. I have been watching over you the whole time. I followed you.” “I really wish that part was a dream.” “It is not. Sadly it’s reality. But I have a solution for you.”
“Solution? I don’t want to take advices from a talking cat.” “What is wrong with talking cats? Do you prefer my other form?” “I don’t know...I just want this to end...” I felt a headache was coming on. “Fair enough.” (same sequence as when Azierthel changed into a cat) “Better?” “A little bit.” “Good, listen carefully. For what I am about to tell you will change your life forever.” “I think I am done with changes. Can’t life sometimes stay the same?” “Sadly no. But this change will be the last. I promise.” “Pinky swear?” “Yes, I swear.” “Ok then. What is this about.... My mind must have had hard time processing everything that was going on. Because suddenly the only thing I could pictured was Duck laying in my bed. Duck that turned to be Azierthel in disguise. (Picture of naked Azierthel wearing a collar) “Eugghh ewww..I am going to be sick...” “Don’t be such a baby. I was a cat.” “You can read my mind!” “Yes I am a demon after all.” In the light of circumstances and all that had happened so far, this information really shouldn’t have come as a shock to me. Never the less it did. I fainted. (Darkness)
“Ow my head...what did I drink last night?” I looked around and to my big relief I was laying in my bed. It had all been a terrible nightmare. “Hello there little one.” (Picture of a cat peeking over a matress) (Screaming) “Shush, it just me Azierthel. Remember. You fainted.” “So it was not a dream.” “What did I tell you?” “That not to flee from reality.” “Exactly.” “Even though the reality is worse than a dream?” “Worse?” Cat Azierthel asked me. “Never mind.” Demons probably don’t understand anything about nightmares. “Hey, that hurt you know.” I forgot he could read minds. “Be sure to keep that in mind, little one.” “Stop calling me that!” I threw a pillow at him and he ducked from it. “A big one then?” “Why don’t you just leave me alone? Leave me alone!” I squeezed my head into my pillow in hope I could fell asleep and escape from this dream. Sometimes there were dream inside of dreams. That had to be one of those cases. It just had to be. “I am still here.” “Damn it.” I sat up and hugged my pillow for comfort:” What do you want demon?” “I am still your guardian. That comes before being a demon and being a cat is in third place or sometimes second.”
“What do you want?” I asked through gritted teeth. “I am here on mission.” “A mission that you have to complete through a cat?” “Not necessarily but I like being a cat. It’s comfy and has it’s benefits. All I could picture was he as a cat watching me while I bathed. “I hate you!” I threw another pillow at him and he ducked from it. Duck seemed to a fitting name for him after all. “Would you please stop with this childish tantrums.” “Not till you stop with the lying.” “I am not lying, I am a demon and cat. A demon cat if you prefer...” “That is not what I meant, “ I murmured but Cat Azierthel paid me no mind and continued with his explanation:,,But I can also be a cat and demon at the same time.” That peeked my interest:” Really? Can you show me?” “Fine, if you promise to listen to me.” “Sure..whatever, “ I waved dismissively. (same sequences as before) (picture of Azierthel holding a cat) “Wow! That is so cool I did not know demons could do that!” I said in awe. “I didn’t know you knew many demons.” “Nah, just you.” “Fair enough, but tell me how old are you?” “Twenty three...” “But still acts like a three year old.” “We didn’t even know eachother then. You don’t know how I was at that age.” “Probably was much more mature.” “Shut up.” “You promised.” “Fine, out with your demonic plan.” “It’s not demonic. It’s very fair.” “Fairness and demons don’t fit together.”
“I could say the same about the humankind.” “Fair enough...” I shrugged my shoulder and lay back in the bed. I got more wideyed as Azierthel explained the contract for me. “This sounds too amazing to be true. What is the catch?” “Well for starters, you will have to give up your soul in return...” “Figures,” I couldn’t help rolling my eyes over the obvious outcome and yawned but stopped in mid yawning and said:“But..instead he will will in a better world. Is that what you are saying?” “Technically, yes.” Azierthel nodded thoughtfully. “Good. That is all I want. What will I have to do?” “Kill.” “I like it already.” I grinned. I feel like killing someone to get rid of his hole in my chest. This hole that is slowly eating me up. “But you have never killed before.” Azierthel sounded startled. I didn’t know demons could caught of guard. He glared at me when he saw what I was thinking. I wonder if he can turn of this thinking device. It’s unnerving. “Well everyone has to start somewhere, right?” I couldn’t help joking. This was all too surreal to be taken seriously. Demons who could read minds, cats who turned into humans and vice versa. Now I have seen everything. I did not know how wrong I was about everything at that time... Azierthel sighed and clearly did not like how laid back I was about all this. Truth be told. I was frightened of the unknown. I had lost everything. If I could do one thing right for my brother. I would do it. Whatever it takes. To bring him the perfect world. “I will do this on one condition.” “Yes?” Azierthel sounded intrigued that I had the nerve to demand something from a demon. “Can you stop time?” “Stop time? Why one earth should I do that?” “Because...so I had don’t have to worry about deadlines...” I curl my long hair around my finger and turn my head away. “Absolutely, time will stop for you.” “Really?” I felt a great weight lift from a shoulders and study Azierthel carefully for any sign of lying. Azierthel just nodded and waved at me to come to him. “Your are sure about this. You know after this. There is no turning back.” Azierthel wips up some document just as easily as he had done with the adoption papers and lays the down on the table, that had suddenly appeared in this room. “Yes, I am sure.” I said in an exasperated voice and gripped the pen that felt hot to my touch. “Sign here please.”
(Fast scribbling sound) I felt the pen was burning the flesh of my palm and every bit of instinct in me was telling me to not sign. But although my vision was getting blurry because of the pain and I could smell burning, I continued on this path. I steadied myself on the table in order not fall down. This was the only way. I could feel it in my bones. (scribbling sound continues but get slower) “Aauugh!” I bit my teeth to together. Who could have belief signing something could be this painful? (ragged breathing, and the scribbling sound get even slower) I must do it for his sake. For the sake of better world for him to live in... That is my last gift to him. (scribbling sounds stops) (distortion of reality, unearthly music starts) Suddenly I feel like I am drunk or have overdosed on pills. The worlds starts to sway before my eyes or is it me that is moving so fast? My head is about to split. The worst headache I have ever felt in my entire life grips my head and the grips seem to tighten with every moment that passes. My head is being squeezed into a little tube. That must be it. And suddenly everything is dark. (darkness) Once again it is blinding darkness. Lucky that insurable headache is gone but sadly the aftereffect is not. Where the hell am I? Am I underground? I can’t smell anything. My nose must be stuffed from the dust in this insufferable black cave or whatever the hell I am. I thank my lucky stars that I can at least breath. I hear whispering and then a blinding light is turned on that blinds (figures) everyone in this tiny so called room. (rattling sound- like in Welcome to the Machine with Pink Floyd) A voice in the speaker says:”Welcome to your doom.” Was that Azierthel?
Alway nice to be home. I stand up and take in my surroundings. I see a feast before my eyes. It’s time to get to work. I put the tongue between my teeth and lick my lips. I am hungry for some action. The litte kittens...no let me rephrase that or Azierthel might scold me. The poor little lambs are huddled together in the corner like they are trying to get a warm from each other. The looks in their eyes says tells me they have no idea what is going to happen. Well, technically neither do I. Azierthel, that bastard, told me I wouldn’t get the rule of the game till right before the start. I can’t wait to get out of this hellhole. Let’s get started. “Welcome to your doom...Where the hell are we?” One of the little lambs says. “Well duh...obviously you are going to die.” Gone is all the self doubt I once had. I tell those son of the bitches (that must be an okay phrase in Azierthels book) the truth. “Die..who are you?” The say with contempt. The contempt I have grown used to over the years. The contempt that says, you are not welcome in our world. Well, how would they feel when the roles have switched. I got everything in my power. I got a demon by my side. What do these loser have? Nothing, except each other that will screw each other in the end. Because mankind only cares about one thing in this world. Themselves... Finally Azierthel continues after way too long dramatic pause. “In order to get out of here. You must kill one person.” That’s it? One person? I have a whole buffeau before my eyes. Come on Azierthel that can’t be it. The little lambs however gets blink into their eyes like Azierthel had just told them that they would all be led to be slaughtered. “Kill one person...” The murmured and whisper and from time to time the look at me with their conspiracy eyes. “How about her? She looks like she is the weakest.” “Yeah, and she is alone. No One will miss here.” “That is the right decision.” “Sure it sucks, but we have to get out of here.” “Afterwards we will have to hide her body.” “Man, that sucks.” I roll my eyes. Do they honestly believe I can’t hear every word they are saying? What idiots. I shake my head. This blows. I thought this would be fun Azierthel. You lie to me...like always.
Suddenly one of the little lambs jumps at me, like he was all this time really a wolf in disguise. Really? Trying to jump after I heard all your plans? Well, I must at least give you a credit for trying. I jump out of the way so the little lamb-wolf hits the wall with a thud. (Thud sound and crunching sound, like something broke) Ouch, that gotta hurt. I grimace in sympathy but not for long since more idiots try to jump me. Seriously try to use your imagination a little. I duck out of the way and everyone gets the same fate. Crushing against the opposite wall. (Crushing sound) I wonder if I broke some skulls. Does that mean I win? This easily? That can’t be true. I never get anything the easy way in life. I kick up some invisible stones with hands in my pockets and looked at that pile of people on the other side of room. Nope, everyone is still alive. Too bad, I wanted to put them out of their misery. “We can’t get her!” One of the idiots cry. “She is too fast for us.” “Is she even human?” “Does that mean we have kill one of us?” “No..that can’t be. We must kill that girl. That is only way for us to get out of here!” Humm...when you put it like that. Maybe I should try to take some lives instead of playing the innocent bystander. Yes, maybe I should. I turn to them and growl. (Growling sound) And the cover in fear. This is too much fun. “Wait a minute. I recognize this girl.” “Yeah, isn’t it one of this devil children?” “Where is her brother?” “Is her her too?” “Is must be her fault that we are down here.” “Yeah, she put us here.” “That witch!”
Devil children...well technically our guardian is a demon. Not the devil there is a big difference...I think. But they better pray that the my brother isn’t here or I would have killed them a long time ago. My brother...wait what am I doing. Why do I treat this like this some kind of a game? Sure Azierthel promised I would get all the time in the world to finish my job but that is no excuse to Be lazy. “I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL!” The crowd of idiots stare at me:”What?” Seriously, couldn’t I have been more blunt? I even screamed my request. Never mind, I must focus. “Yes, I challenge you to a duel. The one who wins kills the other.” “One?” “Yes. Now vote and find out who is the bravest in the bunch.” (whispering, shouting) “Figures. Theyr are using, rock, sissor, paper to decide.” I murmur. (shouting continues and suddenly ends) “I will duel you.” “Okay, Barbie.” She gasped like that was the most horrendous name calling she had ever heard. She must have lived a sheltered life to think that. “I have I name. It’s Cloe,” She says with a grimace on here face like I am something disgusting she wants to step on. “Fine whatever. The duel is were simple there are no rules. The first who lands a hit.” I hold up my finger to make sure she understands:”One hit, gets to kill the other. Sounds simple enough?” The Barbie named Cloe nods her head:”Okay...” “One, two, three...”
“Wait!” “What?” “How are we supposed to fight?” “Whatever...if you want we could use, rock, paper, scissor..” “Perfect!” I could barely beliefe my eyes. This girl that just lost in rock, paper, sissor, wanted to use that in a duel that would determine her fate. “For your information, I didn’t lose. I won.” “Oh well...” I couldn’t care less. This was a stupid game anyway. “But you only get one game. After one game, it’s over.” The Barbie Cloe said in a threatening voice. “Yes...fine whatever...let’s just start.” I don’t have all day. Or well that is untrue. I fact I did have the all day forever. Finally the game commence. (shouting, throwing sounds-like the game, rock, paper, sissor) “Wha...no!” (screaming) “Let have a do-over.” “Na-ah, you said one game only.” “But..but...you cheated! I saw it! You whore! You cheated!” “Whore? Well, why don’t you just kindly give up your life and stop with the name caling.” I could suddenly see where Azierthel was coming from. This was tiring indeed. “No I will not give up my life! Are you nuts! Help!” “Well, aren’t you selfish? Don’t you want your pretty little friends to go home?” “Help me...you can’t honestly believe...there must be some other way.”
“I believe not. Come here!” (screaming) “Help me! Help ME!” The Barbie Chloe screamed at her first but none of them came to her rescue. They all looked the other way while I dragged the annoying screaming girl towards me. I twisted her arm behind her back. (screaming, and breaking sound) “Shut up and let me do me job,” I said in my most menacing voice I could muster. It felt a little good to be on the other side. Finally I was the tormentor. “How do you want to die?” I whispered into her ear and her scream only got louder. I was trying to be nice. Why couldn’t she see that? (more screaming) Jesus. I haven’t even started yet and she can’t stop screaming. I must kill her in a way so she will shut up. Should I twist her neck? I hate the sound that comes from twisting necks. So pass. Do I have any kind of weapon? I said all this things up loud so the screaming got higher. It was started to hurt my ears. Suddenly this wasn’t so fun any more. I better put the girl out of her misery. “Hey listen, I am not going to hurt you.” “Liar! You are going to kill me!” “No, see.” I released the hold I had on the girl and she stopped screaming. I must have pushed some kind of a screaming button. I must be careful not to push it again. “What...” The girl stared at me in disbelief and I turned to the speaker and yelled:”Wasn’t that what you wanted! Me to see the wrong of my doing? Ha, Azierthel? Stop this nonesense and lets get everyone home. I am not a killer...” I said the last part in low whisper like I was ashamed of admitting it. (Darkness-Silence) “Tsk, tsk. You are not getting away so easily, little one.”
“Azierthel...” My heart stopped for a second. So this wasn’t a game. I was in fact dealing with a real demon. I felt cold all of sudden. The hot pen had been trying to warn me. Of course I knew that. I just didn’t want to believe that. “You must kill the girl. She lost so you must kill her.” “Azierthel...” I begged but to no avail. “You...must kill...her.” “How...?” I said with a squeaky voice like a mouse. Gone was the bravado I had when I thought I was only tormenting for fun. “This isn’t a game, little one. It’s time for you to grow up and see that.” “How must I kill her?” “You must kill her the way you felt she was slowly killing you over the years.” “How...?” I felt the heart had gone to my throat. The answer frightened me more than anything. “You must eat her alive.”
Time stopped. And ever since that moment time hasn’t moved for me. I was trapped in this reality. This game of death. (End of part one)
Part Two-The life in the game of death “Chloe! Chloe!” “What, *****?” The sister ran up to her with a smile on her face, hugged her tightly and they laughed while the rolled together in the grass. This was long before the incident with the Family. This was the innocent days of youth. Filled with laughter.
Chloe was the only girl the sister had made friends with after transferring into this school. The sister had been abroad in school for the whole first important year of her education. The kids feared her for some reason and made fun of her accent, the sister had got from studying abroad. It was a complete coincidence that the two of them became friends. Children can be friends for the smallest thing possible. They don’t have the complexity and unnecessary requirements the adult world wants. No, Chloe and her had become friends because of the smallest thing possible. A lunchbox and a small purse that had the same picture on. The pictures of ponies jumping over a rainbow. If that didn’t fit perfectly the harmless days of the childhood days, I don’t know what else there could be. Chloe owned the lunchbox and the sister, that was so small it could easily fit into another purse. In this case it fit perfectly into the lunchbox of friendship. These days came to an end seeing that everything that is good must come to an end. The friendship only belonged in the memories that seemed to get farther and farther away with each day that passed. Without a notice these memories changed into dreamlike illusions. This never happened was the thought these two shared unbeknown to each other. Like with all good things when the darkness seems to engulf the heart and devour your soul. You no longer remember that one time you were indeed happy. As soon as everything happened with the Family, Chloe jumped on the bandwagon of tormentors and pretended she was never a friend of one of the devil children. It would simplify things enormously by saying that the friendship before had been nothing but sunshine and lollipops. It would be unfair to announce that so boldly. Nothing is ever that easy. There were times of grey, dark and light. For all stories must have dark and light in it. For the sake of maintaining balance in the world. Chloe was the kind of friend, that with a friend like that you didn’t need an enemy. She could be the worst. She easily shifted sides when needed to be, everything in order to make her look better. “I am not a friend of this freak. Not today, a,a, not today. But maybe tomorrow. If nothing better comes up.” The sister never truly knew if she had a friend in her. Chloe would throw her away in heartbeat did she find a friend more suitable for her. But Chloe was the only friend of the sister. She did not have that choice. She was stuck with Chloe no matter what. Till one day she had enough. “She did what!?” The sister yelled into the telephone. She tightened her grip on the phone like she was crushing it to death. “Yeah, I saw her on that dance with that guy.” The sister could hear the gloating in the voice. A girl who had never spoken to her before, had suddenly called her to bring her this news. Clearly in order to rile the sister up.
“She is dead...” The sister hanged up and heard the laughter die out at the other end. The room had been filled with girls hearing her plight like it was some kind of a game. “Chloe! What the hell?” “*****! What are you doing here?” “What are you doing with him?” (pushing sound) “Ouch! What the hell! Stop it! Ow...my hair!” (squabbling sound, screaming, running footsteps, punching, kicking) “I hate you Chloe! I hate you! You are a cheater! TRAITOR! You are the worst friend ever!” The sister was dragged back by strong hands who held her in place, while she tried to scratch and bite Chloe. “For your information. We never were friends. Crybaby.” Chloe dusted her clothes and looked the sister straight in the eye. “Wha..a.t...?” The sister could feel her breath being taken away, like her lungs had been crushed by those words. “Who could be a friends with a freak like you?” Chloe spit on her cheek. (spitting sound and laughing) (punching) “Yes, loser like you deserves to die.” (kicking) “Chloee...?” The sister spit up blood. (punching and kicking) “Take that filth away from my eyes.” (dragging sound) That was the end of their friendship or can something ends that never really started?
(Darkness) (Sceaming) (Crushing sounds) (eating sound) “Goodbye my only friend Chloe” And Chloe was dead. Chapter two After a while the sister got used to taste of human flesh. She had been a complete amateur at the beginning but later on she learned how to suck the bone marrow and eat the flesh in the correct order, to make the victim suffer the most. She plucked away the eyelashes... (plucking sound) ...the eyebrows, the facial hair... (plucking sound.) She pulled the teeth out one by one with a tong (töng). (pulling sound) She ripped the nails of slowly. (ripping sounds) And shawed of the hair. (shaving sounds) All the while making the victim squirm and watch with growing horror what was going to happen. She made sure they couldn’t fall asleep in the middle by making the drink lots of caffeine. Sometimes it worked against her people fell asleep aver overdosing and if she gave them alcohol, they wouldn’t feel a thing and fell asleep after a while. Sometimes people fainted. She hated that. She hated those wusses who spoiled her fun. She took care to made them suffer the most. The wusses were of course the worst tormentors, so it fit her plan. She didn’t feel guilty about it. They had it coming.
It didn’t take long for the sister to grow tired of this routine. (lots of noise) “Azierthel! Can you make this more fun?” The sister whined and of course I answered her call. “Of course little one, any ideas?” I had to yell over the noise. (chainsaw wirring) She turned to me with a chainsaw and turned it offf. I liked that she had gotten more creative with each victim. “Can you maybe make illusion? I think they die way too quickly.” She nodded her head to her victim that seemed to be dying out of fright alone. The body pile got bigger with each day. “Of course little one. Everything you say.” I bowed to her and snapped my finger. The darkness changed instantly into white. “Well, what do you want me to make, little one?” She fondled with chainsaw and looked deep in thought:”Hmm...I don’t could you maybe make them into trees or something?” “Certainly.” I bowed once again, snapped my fingers and did her bidding. (Screaming) “This is better.” The sister turned to the screaming tree and turned on the chainsaw. (chainsaw and screaming) “THANK YOU AZIERTHEL!” The sister screamed over the noise instead of thanking me before she turned on the chainsaw or after. She had no manners at all. As you might have guessed by now. The death of Chloe was not the end of this game. No that was just the beginning. The sister had agreed to get rid of every bully of her and her brother. And so far she had been doing a most wonderful job. I couldn’t have been prouder. Although it baffles me why on earth she chose cannibalism to get rid of them. She probably blames me for it. I didn’t know she would take my words so seriously.
Eat alive can mean anything right? At least it does where I come from. Eat alive is a popular game among demons, where we debate to death over the most minuscule topics. I guess in your world, you would called politics. We don’t anything that evil in hell. Our government focus on liberalism. Everyone is in charge of their own life but have to be careful not to tread on the delicate life of others. Everyone had their right. You don’t have anything like that on earth, I reckon. With the wars, poverty and everything. Oh, well cannibalism certainly fit well with what the bullies had done. Eating up souls of their victim for no purpose whatsoever. They don’t even feel good about themselves afterwards but instead more miserable than ever. Humans are weird and this child had to be the weirdest of the all. The little one was getting better in this with each passing moment. (Screaming and falling of a tree) “Wow, this was harder than I thought.” The sister wiped a sweat of her brown and breathed raggedly. “There, there, you are just not used to hard labour. Here!” I tossed a towel to her and she caught it and thanked me, the second time today. This experience was proving to be good for her. “What’s next?” She wiped her forehead clean and tossed the towel back to me, leaking of sweat. I grimaced and pulled the towel from my face.. Never mind that the good manners. I got rid of the ghastly towel with one movement of my finger and tossed it to the side. “You sure are on fire today. Don’t you want to take a rest?” “A rest? No then it will be harder to pick up the work from where I left it.” The sister picked up the towel and dried the blood the chainsaw. I would have preferred she used a clean towel but nevertheless I thought it was admirable that she cleaned after herself. I remember how hard it was for me to get her to clean her room when she was younger. She had changed...perhaps for the better if I might say so. “Believe me, it won’t be difficult.” “It won’t?” The little one looked to childlike with the spark in her eyes, like I had just told her that Christmas was tomorrow. “You are having so much fun. Have it ever been hard to stop doing something fun? See you don’t even want to take a break. That it is a good sign.”
“That is a relief.” She smiled and was about to run, who knows where, when I stopped her. “Hey! You said I could take a break. You liar!” “Not so fast. You have to finish it first.” I pointed to the cadaver one the ground that once was a proud, oh well, screaming tree. “Oh...do I have too?” “Yes, you must finish your dinner. It’s in the contract.” Get rid of the victim. Nothing must remain. “Fine!” The little one took a stride to the cadaver and acted like she didn’t like this one bit at all. However a could see how she loved the taste of blood on her tongue and how she got immersed in it. Who knew she had it in her? She was born to complete this task. Now, I must find I way to fit the other chosen one into this puzzle. It wasn’t fair that he had been left out. “Ugh...I am dry in my mouth. Azierthel give me something to drink!” “Drink the blood, you nitwit.” “Oh, right..hehe...I forgot. But sometimes it gets clunky and all jucky...” She twirled her finger in the air like that could explain it better. “Sigh, you could never be a vampire. Fine, I will make some tea.” “Yeah! Thanks Azi!” She clapped her hands in adorable manner. (clapping sounds) “Do you want some cake too?” “Can I? Pleaseeeee?” “Since, you have been this good.” “Yeah! You are the best Azi! Make a chocolate cake!” “I don’t take orders....I will make a carrot cake. You must be careful of your lines.” “Cheapskate.” She stuck her tongue out at me. “No cake for you.” “Nooooooooooo!” She wailed:”I’m sorry. Please I will be good.” “Just act your age. Please. This whining is getting on my nerves and giving my a headache.” “Oh, sorry...so will I get a cake?” “Yes...” “Thank you.” “That is better.” “Duck you idiot!” “What...why do you call me that?” “You said carrot cake. This is no carrot cake. It’s blood red!”
“These are carrots from hell. Please try some before you make your judgement. They are quite good.” I move the plate towards her. “Carrots from hell?” The sister carefully stuck her fork in them and put them in her mouth. Her expression instantly changes:” Hey you are right! These are yummy!” (eating sounds) “You are most welcome, child.” I pat her head gently while she wolfs down the food. Chapter three “Azirthel!!!” “What!?” Can’t I get one day off. Is that too much to ask? I had just layed myself down on the most comfortable cushion in existence when the little one had to wake me up with her gripe. “Aziertheeeel!!!” “Yes, I am coming. Just a second…” I shoot one fondly look and the pillow. “I will be back I promise.” “AZIERTHEEEEEEL!” This girl has no patience what so ever. “Yes, what’s seem to be the matter?” The little one was facing the opposite direction. She had spread her legs over a sofa and didn’t even bother looking up when I arrived. After what felt like an eternity, she tilted her head backwards and said:“I am bored.” I was shocked to the core. Bored? Did this girl just call me like she was in mortal danger, when in reality the only thing that was wrong, was she couldn’t entertain herself? I was this close to murder her when she looked at me with those bright eyes and said:”Please, Azi. Can you help me find something to do?” Who could say no to those eyes? Not even me. Not even though I had to say goodbye to best pillow ever. Some other demon had probably stolen it by now. Not on purpose. Oh, no. I would be stolen for the one fact alone that no one was using it. We demons didn’t steal. We borrowed things. I felt a consolation in the fact that it would probably be returned. Most definitely. “Azi?” The sister had turned her self on the stomach in sofa. “Why are you so eager in getting entertainment all the time? It’s healthy to be bored from time to time.” I said to the girl who had eyes that were glassy with boredom. “Because, I must pass time. It feels no time has passed.” “Wasn’t that your wish? That time must be stopped for you so you could complete your task without any pressure?” “Yes, but I didn’t know it would be this dull.” She stuck out her tongue.
“Eternity always is.” I shrugged my shoulders. “What day is it?” “The same day as it was yesterday.” “What time is it?” “The same time as when you asked me before.” “BOOOORING!” The little one kicked her legs in fury. She rolled back on her back. “Why doesn’t my brother never come home?” The sister asked the ceiling. “As a result of your little condition. Why, do you miss him?” “Well…of course…” She kept on looking at the ceiling. “But?” “I am too ashamed to meet him…it would only makes things worse for him. Does this mean he is still trapped in that slaughterhouse?” “Trapped, as in still there, you mean?” “Yes.” “I can’t answer the question.” “Could you maybe check on him?” “Why should I do that?” “Please, Azierthel. I want to know how he is doing.” “Aren’t you doing this for him? To give him the perfect world?” I spread my arms to indicate the pile of bones behind us. “Well, yes…but I still miss him…from time to time…” She twirled finger in hair like she always did when she was nervous. “I will see what I can do.” “Thank Azierthel!” That seemed to brighten the mood a lot. She didn’t ask me again to relieve her boredom. That is not till the next day. “I am bored again Azierthel.” “Well, no surprise there.” “None of them have proved to a challenge. Well, one and one try to find out what the hell is going all. But each of them give up in end. This is no fun.” “It is not supposed to be fun.” “It isn’t?” “No, I don’t know where you got that idea from.” “If this is not supposed to be fun. Then what is this supposed to be?” “Important.” “Sound boring.” “Everything does in your ears.” “Not everything and this was fun in the beginning. But then it felt to be mundane and I can’t come up with new ideas to torture them.” “You will think of something.” “Can you help me Azierthel?”
“No, you are doing fine on your own. Try thinking outside of the box…” “I know! I know!” She jumped in the sofa with one finger in the air like she had found the solution to everything:” I will just stick them into small little boxes, preferably underground and terrify them out of their wits. How does that sound?” “Sounds like something that has been done like million times.” “Oh, come on Azierthel. You can’t be serious.” “Use your imagination.” “Hmm…I got it know!” “Yes?” “I will use their blood and paint a painting.” “Hmm, interesting. Go on.” “That’s it!” “That’s it?” “Yes. What do you think?” “Sound like something that could help you get rid of the boredom.” For a while. “True dat.” “Well carry on, child.” “I will!” “What do you think?” The little one beamed when she showed me her artwork. I was just speechless. “Well what do you think? I can take criticism you know.” “I think it’s extraordinary.” “Really?” “Yes in it’s ugliness.” “Hey…!” “You said you could take criticism.” “Yeah, constructive criticism. You are just being mean.” “I am just telling the truth.” “Cheapskate.” “No cake for you.” “Hey…what I didn’t know I was getting a cake.” “You will not get one now.” “This isn’t fair. You are very mean to me. I am stuck here with you and you are just mean, mean, mean, mean, mean, mean, mean…” “And no dessert.” “I was getting a cake and dessert! Not the cake for a dessert!? You tricked me! You are mean! You are probably the meanest demon of the all.” “Actually, I am below average.” “No, you are lying.” “You will see that what I am saying is in accordance with the facts.” “Hmp!”
Truth be told I am the nicest. I better not tell her that. She would hold it against me. I can’t take it anymore. Being stuck with this brat. I really need some company. Chapter four (Turning wheel sound) (Stretching sound) (screaming) “How do you like it stretcher?” The sister turned the wheel. (turning wheel sound, more screaming) “That…that is not my name…” Her victim was blue in the mouth. “I don’t care what your name is. You tried to kill me brother.” The sister turned the wheel once again. (turning wheel sound, stretching, more screaming) “Wha…I don’t recall that…” “Of course. You only care about yourself.” The wheel was turned. It was almost to the end. (turning wheel sound, stretching, sound and screaming) “Oughh…stop it please…” “You didn’t stop when my brother begged you, so I will certaintly not stop when you whine. I will cherish your scream.” She turned the wheel a lit bit at the time. (turning wheel sound, stretching, sound, screaming) “Who are you…we have never met…this is a mistake.” “A mistake? It was a mistake you were born in this world for the only purpose of torturing poor little children.” The sister stopped turning the wheel. She couldn’t belive her ears. The nerve of that man. “Wha…I don’t torture little children. I work with them and they like me.” “So you are pedophile?” “No! Certaintly not. I work in a kindergarten…why are you doing this?” “You could be pedophile though you work in a kindergarten.” “I am not! Stop making assumptions and please let me go!” “No I will not let you go. You nearly killed my brother.” “Who is your brother?”
“You don’t even know. Do you?” “Please…refresh my memory.” “His name is ++++!” “What..that kid. Are you one of the devil children…I mean were one of them…or am…” “Make up your mind. I can’t be both.” “But that kid. I tried to stop him.” “Stop him? You mean from living!?” The sister turned the wheel with a forceful strike. (turning wheel sound, stretching,and more screaming) “Oughhh..nooo! I mean that kid tried to kill himself.” “WHAT! THAT IS A LIE!” The sister turned the wheel with an another forceful strike. (turning wheel sound, stretching,and more screaming) “No seriously…he never let go of the rubber. I was die out of fear that he would kill himself. Please, you have to believe me.” “LIAR! MY BROTHER WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING!” The sister turned the wheel to the end. (turning wheel sound, stretching,screaming, crushing sound) It was the end of the stretcher. The liar. The sister could feel the blood boil in her ears. She had never been this humiliated in her life. Did that boy honestly believe that he could get away such a blatant lie. Her little brother would not have tried to kill himself. Not at this age. He was way to young. No the others were always trying to kill him. One had even tried to kill him by throwing him of a railing. Fortunately she had come in time to rescue her brother and nearly flung the insolent kid down herself, but her little guiltless little brother had stopped her. Like any other time. Well, he wouldn’t stop her now from getting their rightful revenge. The sister turned towards the ceiling and called out while spreading her arms like wings and dancing around in circles:“It’s for you my dear brother! It’s so you can finally life happy. In a world without me…” She chocked up and wiped her eyes. “In a world without me.” I pray you are alright. I miss you so much. I wish you could now that. One day you will When everything is over. Chapter five- The slaughterers (Darkness)
(A soft music plays) (Grinding sound starts-machine is started) “Well, I think everything is ready now, little one.” “Thank you Azierthel. You have done well.” The sister turned toward the ceiling to the man attached to in a long rope. “Help us!” (music changes and becomes more dark) Underneath them was a the biggest machine the sister had seen. She had turned it on and it made the most racket ever. (lots of racket) “HELP US!” The sister clapped her hands to get some warm into them and then she turned the wheel. (turning wheel sound and lost of racket) The rope lowered closer to machine. “HEELP US!” The sister turned the wheel once again and the rope lowered it self. (turning wheel sound and lots of racket) “Help! Why won’t any one help us! Help us from this maniac!” “Me a maniac? What about full-grown men who torture little boys for fun?” The sister turned the wheel and the rope got closer to the machine. “It was a game you idiot! An innocent game.” “ A game?” Why do people lie at me in tha face of death? “Yes, a game! Did you not hear us the first time!” “A game that involves full grown men torturing a little boy?” “Well..no…it is more complex than that.” “More complex?” “Yes, your brother wanted a little help to get over his fear of blood.” “Help? Really?” “Yes, we were just helping. Honestly.”
“Helping? And so I guess, he was helping you wipe up the floor with his hair?” “Well..it went…a little bit out of hand…But you kicked our asses for it. Wasn’t that enough? How bloodthirsty can you get? Are you not a woman?” “So you are saying a woman get be bloodthirsty? Oh, how wrong you are.” The sister turned towards the wheel and lowered the rope. (turning wheel sound and the racket continues) “So you are killing us for fun? So you really are a witch?” The sister turned away from the wheel:”How long had this so called game be going on?” “Weeell?” The sister inquired when no of the man answered. “I see…it had been going on far too long. Well, goodbye then.” The sister turned the wheel once again. (turning wheel sound and racket, screaming) “Nooooooo!” The men tried to get lose from the ropes while they were lowered into the grinding machine. (hakkavél) (Lots of blood splattering and noise) Out of the little tubes came little meatballs. “Hmm, I felt like I wanted spaghetti today. I really needed a change. Azirethel. Do we have ketchup?” “Ketchup on human meat? Really, little one. Don’t spoil the taste.” “But I want spaghetti. I need my ketchup. Please Azierthel.” I sighed. “I will see what I can do.” “Thank you.” The sister grinned from ear to ear. Chapter six (will probably be moved closer to the beginning of the story) The rattling sound in the speaker stopped. The crowd looked around speechless. Did that man really say those things? “In order to move from this stage to the other, one must be eaten.” Unbeknown to the others, all had received other instructions as well. “Eat the person next to you or your loved one will be killed. You have one hour to complete the task.”
Each and every one jumped one the person next to each other like on a cue. A chaos spread across this little room. (Crying and screaming, eating sounds, like wild animals) “No, stop it! Don’t eat him!” “I have to or you will be killed.” “What…but I am already being eaten….Honey…stop it…” Everywhere across this room the same dialogues were being heard a long with screaming and begging. (maniacal laughter and sizzling sound) “Now, really. Isn’t this too much. Little one?” “This is so much fun!” She kick with her little legs in the revolving chair before the screen. “But this is an impossible task.” “I know! Isn’t it awesome!” “But the rule states only one has to be eaten in order for them to move to the next stage.” “I am not cheating Azierthel. As soon as one has been eaten they will move up a stage.” “Hmm, fair enough.” “Right.” The sister hammered something on the keyboard. This was the last time Azierthel put her in charge. Chapter seven “Honey, I have an idea.” “What…this is hopeless. We are all going to die!” She put her head in a hold. She had managed to get away from one of the cannibals. The cannibal had payed her no attention and moved to another target instead. “Not necessarily. The true instructions were as follows. One must be eaten in order for you to move up a stage. That was the instruction everyone got, right?” “Right…but then I heard another terrible voice say in my ear that I must eat the person next to me or you would die…but I can’t eat another human being. No matter how much I love you.” She gripped his hand in a tight hold. “I know honey, relax. I think I have a way out of this.” “You have dear?” “Yes, what if the person next to you is in fact the one you love.” “What are you saying…that?” “Yes, it’s both a wordplay and literally meaning.” “But that is so much worse! Does that mean I have to eat you?” “Yes, you have to swallow me up.”
“Noo…never! Never, ever, never. Never, ever, never…” “Calm down, honey. I said I had a solution.” “A solution?” “Yes, the never told you specifically what the meant by eaten the person next to you. They never said that you must in fact in finish it.” “They didn’t…?” “No, so listen honey. This is the plan.” “You are such an genius!” “Now, try it.” (ripping sound) He ripped a tiny bit of skin and handed it to his loved one. She placed the skin on her tongue. “Now take a bite.” (biting sound) “How does I taste?” “Mmpph…do you think is funny?” “A little bit.” (A cheering sound) “Congratulations. You just solved the riddle.” (clapping sound) “You are free to go to the next stage.” (whispering) “Really…this is over?” Some had proceeded with the cannibalism despite the announcement, so people had shove them off. They had a really embarrassed look on their faces and murmured sorry. (Clanging sound) “You may proceed.” “The gate! The gate had opened!” (more cheering sounds)
“Hurray! We are free!” “See, honey. Everything went okay.” “I still can’t believe it. I really thought we would be goners for a second there. Thank god…you were this smart…” “What is wrong honey? Why do you hold your head?” An alarm sounded from the speaker. “What is happening?” “Calm down honey.” “I…I…must eat more…” “Eat more, are you hungry? Let’s get home.” “No…you don’t understand.. “I must eat more of you.” (unearthly music starts) “Stop with the jokes honey. We are free. Let’s go home and forget this nightmare ever happened.” “I am not kidding! I need more! I can’t stop thinking about the taste of your skin!” (jumping sound) “Aaaah! What are you doing!?” (biting sound) “Ah, stop it honey! This isn’t funny!” (more biting sounds) “I…am sorry..I can’t stop…I have become a monster…” “No, this just a minor setback. It will blow over as soon as we go home.” “No…this will never ends…not till I finish my meal.” “Honey..what’s with the looks in your eyes…?” “I said I was hungry.” (more biting sounds)
“No..honey…let go of my arm…aaaarrghhh!” “I can’t stop. You must fleee…I am a monster.” She starts crying and biting. “Honey…I will never leave you. If you must devour me. Then finish it quickly.” “But…I…I don’t want to…” (more biting sounds) “Does it hurt…?” “What do you think?” “A lot..?” “Yes.” “I am so sorry….” “Don’t be. You can’t help it.” “Yes, I am a MONTER!” (ripping sounds, biting and eating sound, screaming) (maniacally laughter) “Really, don’t you have any class?” “Don’t you find anything of this funny, Azierthel?” The sister spins around in circles in her revolving chair while laughing with this unladylike laugh. “Hardly. This is cheap humor.” “Bah, you are no fun.” She stuck my tongue at me and proceeded with her circling around me. The little one is complete out of control. I must find a way to stop her.
Chapter eight-Short visit to the brother who had been left behind (Biting sound, crunching sound)
“Hello there, Duck.” (Picture of Duck eating his catfood) Duck rolled on his back and I pet him on the stomach. “Who is a little cutie?” I make faces like he’s a little child but Duck doesn’t seem to mind. “Here have some milk.” (Pouring sound) (Licking sound) “Good boy. You would never leave me, would you Duck?” I pet him behind his small ears while he eats. Duck doesn’t answer and I hope that means yes. “Yes I will never leave you ++++.” “Good.” As a thank you for his silent reply pour some more milk into his bowl. (Shaking sound) “Hmm..we are all out of milk.” (Pestering meowing) “Alright, alright, I will go buy some more. Don’t worry Duck. I will be right back.” (Door slamming) (Breathing like in a cold) The cold greeted me outside. I zipped my jacket and ran like the wind to the next convenience store. (Jiggling and door slamming) And opened the cooler. (Opening sound)
And took out Duck’s favorite milk. When I turned around and I saw a huge line with the register. What? A minute ago I was the only person in here. I guess my luck ran out the day I was born. I sighed and shook the head with hands in my pockets. “Oh, no Duck does not like waiting....” However I knew I had no choice and took my place in line. It was too quiet for a convenience store full of people. I hated the silence for the reason that silence made me think. Of her. It had been a month since my sister disappearance. Though it felt like it had been much longer. Time moved slower and faster, if that was even possible, since she had run out of the slaughterhouse. I never meant for her to leave. I just wanted some little privacy and a chance to prove myself. I hate being a burden on her. Sometimes I think her only reason of living is her taking care of me. I wanted to change that, to help her get her own life instead of worrying about me all the time. I just wanted her to be happy... (Beeping sound) But now she is gone. I exhale. This was never meant to be this way. I know I overreacted. My sister was just trying to help. I let my pride get in the way of see that, at that time. I was just so angry that she had dared follow me and instead of staying home and... doing nothing? I looked to my front and saw that the line luckily moved fast enough. Duck wouldn’t have to wait too long for his milk. Can I really blame my sister for worry about me. She just witnessed my suicide attempts. Maybe I was way over my head. Maybe I should have asked for her help instead having her barging in like that. (Beebing sound-register sound) I totally overreacted. I did not lose my job like I had feared. No, instead everything in work went much smoother. The guys didn’t dare touch me for the fear of my sister. I never told them of her disappearance. How she had vanished that day. “It’s your turn dear.”
I jumped and saw that is was an elderly lady. She had just finished putting her groceries in a bag. Apparently I was the only on left in the store save the register lady. A girl who blew bubbles with her chewing gum had an irritate look. (Bubble gum exploding sound) “Aren’t you going to buy something?” “Oh, yes...sorry.” I put the milk carton on the sliding table. “It will be...” “Here.” As I was handing her the money I noticed a paper in the news rack. The headline on the front page said:
More information brought to light about the mysterious murders. And under it: “Has the culprit been dragged from depths of darkness and into the light?” (Picture of newspaper) “Wait.” I said to the girl with chewing gum:”I will have one of these.” I pointed at the newspaper and gave her the money that was added to the sum. “Have a nice day.” The girl smiled broadly. She must have been glad to be rid of me. (Chiming bell and door slamming) (Children’s laughter and squeaking swing) (Picture of children playing) “You are it!” “Naha. You are the monster now.” “But you were bullying me. That means I get to eat you.” “Nooo...I will be good I promise.” (running, growling and children´s laughter)
I stood and watched from a little distance the scene that unfolded it self on the playground. Last month a children’s book that was said to be the best prevention from bullying in school was released and shoot to the top of the best seller list in no time. The story revolves around a human girl that turns into monster after having faced bullying every single day of her life. In revenge she eats the bullies. What are we teaching kids these days? I shook my head. Violence will never solve anything. (unearthly music starts) “Oh...no!” I felt the stillness in the air. It was all to quiet. “I forgot! Duck is waiting for his milk!” I sprinted home. (Door slamming sound) “Duck, I am home! Sorry for my lateness.” (angry meowing) (Pouring sound) (Licking sound) (happy meowing) The fact that I didn’t know whether my sister was dead or alive, was eating my alive. I hated this..not knowing anything. It felt like a had a large clunk in my chest. I was hard to breath. Everyday with out her made my heart ache more. I wished I knew where she was. So I could say I was sorry for taking out my all my anger and frustration for being so helpless on her. On her who had nothing except be by my side all this time. “Sister. Where are you? I miss you so much. Please come home.” I whispered this word and it must have slipped a rain inside since I could feel wetness on my skin. “I know where you’re sister is.” What? Who said that? “Who said that?” I looked around in our now small apartment. What used to feel like a palace now felt like a closet wardrobe. Everything felt so empty and small without my sister.
However in this so called tiny space I could see no one. “I must be hearing things.” I shook my head and raised my self up from my knees. “Yes it must be fatigue. My sister always worried about my health.” “I know where your sister is.” A booming voice echoed in our small apartment. “Who are you? Where are you?” I circled around myself and looked in every corner. That’s it. I must be going mad from this loneliness and sorrow. Or maybe I should have watched this horror movies yesterday evening. My sister would have scolded me if she knew about it. She told me a got night terrors. Well, it so happens there is a lot and lot of blood in this movies. I use them to train myself. To get over my blood phobia. My sister never told me I could get day terrors. “I am right here, little one.” (Big shining cat eyes) “Aaaagh!” I tripped and stared bewildered at duck. Did he just talk? No, that can’t be. No way sir. Duck put his little paws on my thighs:”Shush, little one. I won’t hurt you.” This was the most frightening thing I had seen. Our cat was talking to me. I crawled away from him on my hands and felt the hard wall to my back. I had just backed myself into a corner. Great...just what I needed. I closed my eyes however that just made things far worse. All my other senses lit up. I certainly could not see our cat talk but I could feel him. I smelled the strong cat smell, felt the soft paws on my thighs and his whiskers tickled my face. And our cat continued to speak. “I won’t hurt you. I know where your sister is.” Why would our cat know where my sister was? This was insane. I opened my eyes when I came to realisation. (Big shining cat eyes) What had always been so cute now was horrifying. The way how our cat continued staring on me, perceiving like I was some creature. Of course I felt his eyes on before with the same look but never before had it been this intensified. “You are even worse then your sister, little one.” “Worse...how?” I couldn’t believe I had asked my cat a question and was in reality waiting for an answer.
“She came to grips with reality far sooner than you. She did not try to hide from it by closing her eyes.” Somehow, I did not truly believe his words. I knew my sister better than that. Wait...what? Did she also have this experience with our cat? Was that the reason she had run away? She couldn’t cope with it...no our cat told me she had come to grips with reality. It must be another reason. “Why do you know...where is my sister?” I asked forcefully. Suddenly I felt my anger growing at this catlike figure. This was not Duck. No something had possessed him. I must rescue Duck from whatever creature had taken over him. That is...if I live to see the day. “Oh, don’t be such baby, little one. You’re sister can’t always protect you....” “Who are you!?” I yelled at the creature but the cat continued with his sentence:“No, in this case your sister needs you.” I was baffled. My sister actually needed me? My big strong sister who put a fear into every bullies heart? “Is my sister in danger?” The creature that once was Duck nodded:”Yes, she is in great danger. You must hurry and find her. Before it is too late.” “Where is she?” I waved my hand and the cat-creature jumped of me so I could get up. I walked briskly to the door. The cat-creature like jumped in my way. It put on paw in the air, like it was begging for a permission to speak. I allowed it although reluctantly and the cat-creature said:“Wait. Before you go. You must sign the contract.” I stopped in my tracks. Contract? I did not like the sound of that. “Are you a demon?” I scrutinised my eyes at the cat in my way. “Bingo! You got it right!” The cat jumped in the air like it was hunting a butterfly. Which it certainly did for the cat chomped happily on something. “And you got my sister?” I raised my fist. I tried not picture me beating poor Duck but instead a huge frighting demon. “Well...technically...but it’s more complex than that.” The cat swallowed the butterfly and looked me straight in the eyes:”I am not the danger she is facing.” “Then what is?” I could barely contain my anger. Why was this cat stalling? Why did it just spit out the whole information at the same time? “A monster.” “A monster? Aren’t you a monster?” “That is a very hurtful thing for you say, little one.” “Well aren’t all demons in way...monsters?” “I would hardly call them monsters. That is very insulting.”
I put my hand in the air apologetically:”Fine, Fine, I am sorry. What monster is she facing?” “You must sign the contract first!” The cat whipped up a contract out thin air. This was getting weirder with each minute. “Can I read it first?” “Of course, you can.” The cat handed me the contract which I snatched from his paw. “Thank you.” “Thank you, Azierthel.” “What?” “That is my name, Azierthel.” “What? You have the same name as our guardian...?” I froze and stared at the cat. “Oh, hell no!” “Hell yes,” The cat leaped into the air. (Azierthel changing sequence-Maho shojo scene and music) And when it landed, it had changed into our guardian who went missing all these years ago. “Uncle K Dad? What the hell...?” I gaped and squashed myself to the wall. The contract was pinched in my hand. Had it bin made out of glass it would have shattered into thousand pieces. “Hello, boy.” He bowed elegantly to me. “What is the meaning of this? How are you and my sister connected...what the hell is going on!?” I yelled at the ceiling. Everything was better than looking at my talking cat that had turned into our guardian. “I am terribly sorry, boy. I wanted to have a little suspense. Forgive a little demon for trying to have some fun in the eternity.” He bowed again. “So..you are a demon...?” “Yes.” “And how long have you been one..?” “Since the beginning of mankind.” “I see...so...you were the cat the whole time?” I pointed to where Duck was just minutes ago. “Indeed.” “Why?” “Why what?” “Why did you pretend you were a cat?” “Pardon. I did not pretend I was a cat. I was indeed a cat.” He twirled his moustache that that always reminded me of cat whiskers. “Well...yeah...but why...umm...did you pretend you left us?” Azierthel let out his breath:”I am terribly sorry for the inconvenience. I happened to get a strict orders.” “Orders? Order from whom? The head demon?” “It is confidential.”
“But wait...what about the contract...what about my sister?” I showed him the contract that had been curled into a little ball. He took the contract from me and flipped it and it was good as new:”Ah, that is all in the contract. Please sign. We must hurry. Before it’s is too late.” He handed me the contract and pen. “But so the part about my sister being in danger? That was true? Not just for you to build up suspense?” “Indeed it was true. A demon never lies.” “Well that is a first for me.” “Please sign.” “Or what?” “Or your sister will be eaten by that monster.” “Eaten! Why didn’t you say so in the first place!? And why the hell do I need to sign some contract in order to safe my sister?” I threw the contract in his face. I pulled from his face:”I see you have the same temperament as your sister.” He handed me in third time the contract:”But I am afraid this is all part of the game. It is in the rules you see.” “A game? Is my sister in some monster eating game?” I started reading the contract. “In a way, you could call it that. Well, will you sign my dear boy?” “Wait...I don’t understand. There are too many contradictions in this contract. I can’t possible sign this.” “And pray tell me why not?” “Well for starters. I will give up my soul.” “Aha.” Azierthel seemed disinterested but I continued anyway:”And the second. It says, I must kill the monster. How? I am no hunter.” “That is for you to find out. But please sign.” Azierthel gave me a pen. “This is really the only way to rescue my sister from this monster?” “I am afraid it is.” “Okay...I will sign. On one condition.” “Sigh, what condition?” “Can I see Duck again?” “Of course.” (Duck appears in Azierthel’s grip) (Meowing) “Hello, Duck. I missed you. I thought you had also left me.” I patted Duck behind his ears and looked at Azierthel who seemed to be bored by all this:” So you can both be a cat and demon at the same time?” “Yes, it is one of my attributes.” “Good to hear.” “Well, sign.” Azirethel said in exparated voice. “Done!” I handed him the document. “Oh...” He stared it for a while like he thought I must have missed signing some lines.
He looked up:”Alright then. Let’s go. Remember you must find the monster. Before it finds your sister.” (unearthly music, twirling) A hole opened up in our apartment and my feet were swept under me and suddenly everything went dark.
Chapter nine -The man eating monster (eins og í 6.leiknum plús eitt fyndið málverkaatriði) “Well?” “Well what?” “What do you think?” Azierthel made a disgusted face. “What? Please say something.” “It’s even more horrendous than you’re first.” “Hey! If you can’t say something nice than...” “Don’t bother?” “Well..no...I think I would rather take negative criticism over nothing.” “Good choice.” Azirethel scanned the picture with a hand under his cheek:”I think it’s is garbage.” “Huh...well duh. It’s a picture of garbage.” “Wha...what?” Azierthel stared at the picture for a while:”Oh, now I see. It is not a very realistic garbage pile.” “It is not supposed to be realistic you idiot. Have you never heard of Cubism?” “Cub...I don’t see how Cuba fit’s into any of this.” “It does not..or at least I think not. Have you never heard of Pablo Picasso?” “That overrated fool.” “Overrated? Are you kidding me? He mastered every craft.” “Huh, I don’t see why he couldn’t stick to realism like any normal person would.” “Real...wait why does a demon want realism?” “I don’t understand your prejudge against demons. We are highly sophisticated.” “Huh, I will believe that when I see one.” “Be very careful. You are on extreme thin ice.” “No cake?” “No cake, if you don’t behave.” “I will behave. I promise to god.” “God has nothing to do with you getting a cake. It is my decision. It is entirely up to my...” “I will promise to you.”
“That’s is better.” “Cake?” “Cake it is.” “Saved...” “However, I think you eat far to much cake. Do you never tire of it?” “No, it seems to be the only thing I can still enjoy in this timeless space.” “Who would have thought.” “Can I have ice cream cake next?” “Sigh...” “Here you go.” (Ear splitting scream) “What? Did you not want a ice scream cake? Or do you rather want Dry Ice Scream where I have removed the silence?” “This is not funny!” “The why am I laughing? Are you not a fan of Versailles?” “You..duck iditiot!” “Duck had nothing to do with this. Leave him out of this.” “Can I please have my ICE CREAM CAKE! NOW!” The little one bangs the forks on the table. (Banging sound) “Here...you’re welcome.” (Chombing sound) No answer from the little one. “You are most welcome.”
Chapter ten Man eating monster (Clanging sound) “Hello?” I see bar before my eyes. Where the hell am I? I shake the bars. They feel cold to my touch. I fear if I hold on to the too long I will be stuck to them. (More clanging sound)
“Hello! Let me out of here!” (More clanging sound)” “Help! I am stuck in here!” (More clanging sound) “Azierthel! You idiot! Let me out!” (Clanging sound) “DUCK YOU IDIOT!” (Clanging sound) “You called, little one?” (Picture of Azirethel behind the bars-shown as he is outside) “Yes, let me out you idiot Duck.” “I begged you to leave Duck out if this.” “So...I am trapped in here because I made that little mistake?” “In a way...yes it was because of a little...mistake.” “Okay, I will fix whatever little mistake that was. Please just let me out. This isn’t funny!” (Clanging sound) “I am not laughing.” “And you better not start laughing or I will kill you.” I point at him through the bars. “And you think threats will propel me to let out of this?” He point at the bars. “Cage! Yes let me out of this cage!” (Clanging sound) “I am afraid I can not.” “What why!? This is not funny! Let me out! Let me out!” “Listen child. I can not get you of there because I did not put you there.” “What? So you don’t have the key!? Where the hell is the key? What happened? Who put me in here? I will kill that son of a bitch!” “Yes, he will certainly set you free when he hears the type of threat.”
“He who dares? Who did this!?” “You, you but yourself in there.” He directed his bony finger at me. “I? I never did such a thing and I am not a he.” “Are you sure? I must say. I am not sure of your gender.” “What? What the hell? You know I am girl.” “Are you sure? Are you absolutely sure that you are in fact a female?” “Yes, I am.” “Take a look in the mirror.” “Mirror? What mirror?” “The one on your side.” He points to my side. I look and I must say I have never been so frightened my entire life. (Screaming) (unearthly music starts) Don’t get me wrong. I have never been the type to care about looks. I could never understand these girls who could hang around for what seemed like an eternity in front of the mirror. No, what I saw in the mirror. It did in fact make me question my gender. And existence. “What...the...What..what happened? What happened to me?” “This is what happens to humans who eat other humans. Have you never heard of Vendigo?” “But...but I just did what you told me.” I could feel the tears burn my eyes. “No. I never told you to eat the victims. I told you get rid of their remains.” “No! You told me specifically to eat them alive.” (Clanging sound) I could the anger growing in my veins. How dare he lie? Azierthel just kept on shaking his head. “No, eat alive is a game among demons. A debate. Nothing so atrocious as what you did.” “What! That...how the hell should I have known that!?” (Clanging sound!) “Let me out! Let me out! LET ME OUT!” “I can’t let out out. Did you not listen to me? This is your fate.”
“So I will be trapped in here...forever?” “Yes, or at least until the end of the game.” “The end? When does it end?” “When everyone is dead except you.” “No! I DON’T WANT TO KILL ANYMORE! PLEASE YOU GOT TO LET ME OUT!” (More clanging and banging sound) “I am sorry little one. This is a part of the contract.” He whips up that insufferable contract. I read it. Maybe I should have read it more carefully before I signed. I gulped and I looked up and my heart fell to the pit of my stomach when I could no longer see Azierthel. “Please Azirethel...please....” (Clanging, banging and kicking sound) (Picture of Azierthel) “And for the last time. My name is Azirathel not Azierthel.” “It is?” “Yes, it even says so in the contract.” “Oh...will you let me out if I promise to call you your real name?” I did never get his answer. Azirathel had vanished. Chapter eleven Back to brother again (Flipping paper sound) “Sigh, so they don’t know who the culprits is.” I layed the newspaper down on kitchen table and pinched the wrinkle between my eyes. After having read the newspaper article carefully I saw that this interview had nothing new to say about the murders that occurred over the last month. Following the dramatic hole opening and floor swallowing, I was very disappointed to find myself back in our apartment. Everything was the same apart for the fact I now knew that Duck was our guardian Azirathel. Or was he? For the past hour I tried to talk to him. I had question him as to why we had landed back in our apartment when we had should begin the search for my sister, but he had just answered me with meowing.
I must be losing it. That thing with contract, yes it was all an illusion. Just a hopefully wishing for answer to my sister disappearance. Yes, there was nothing more to it. When I was about to throw the newspaper in the bin, a little headline on the back page caught my eye.
Monster spotted (A picture of monster) This news had only few lines instead of double spread about nothing like the last one. Monster was spotted in backyard of the home of two elderly people. They say that they are not entirely sure if it was a monster or not. “First I thought it was my nephew crawling around in the backyard. But after I put my glasses on I so it could not have been him. You see, he’s rather small for his age...” (Flipping pages) Hmm, this can’t be all. There must be more. (Flipping pages frantically) What!? Where is the rest? I need more information. (Throwing paper sound) “Ugh...I can’t belief this.” (Sitting sound) The monster. So the part about the monster was true. That meant my sister was in danger. “I can’t just sit here. I must find out more!” (Standing sound) (Turning on television) Television turn on.
(sizzling sound) (Picture of smiling news anchor) “Good evening. The news today are as follows.” (Dramatic news theme and picture montage) I listen wholeheartedly to the overview till suddenly a newline grips my attention. Monster spotted. Yes! I will get some more information. Damn, it had to be the last news. I must watch the whole news if I want to get more information. What a waste of time. (Dramatic news theme finish) “That’s it for the news today.” The news anchor says and the light turn off. I blink my eyes bewildered. “What? Were there any news? This was just the overview, right?” I ask the television and like they were answering my question a commotion starts on the screen. The light turn on and some assistance ran to the news anchor and whisper something in his ear. He becomes red from head to toe and turns to the screen as soon the assistance had ran off again. (Coughing apolizegatly) “I am terribly sorry. I am new in this business. This was of course just the overview. There have also been an change in the news order. The monster story will go on air first.” “Well, isn’t that terribly convenient?” I murmur and once again it’s like the news anchor heard me. “No, I am sorry. It’s number two. It won’t happen again.” “I wasn’t complaining.” “You weren’t?” The news anchor looked directly at me and then pretended nothing had happened by looking to the side. Now I was hundred percent sure the television could hear me. What the hell was going on?
Finally they played the monster related story. It was another interview with the elderly couple. This was one was over detailed. Not only talked they in length about the monster sighting, they also told the biography of the couples and the nephew that they mistook the monster for. “Something terrible has happened to the quality in news. I was only looking for where the monster was last sighted.” And as on a cue, the news anchor finished the news by turning to the camera and say:”We bid you good farewell from ++++’’’####.” “Great!” I turned of the news when they were starting a interview with the children books author. Every day they had question that same person. It was very tiring. “I am going out Duck! Take care of the house!” I grabbed my jacked and was on my way out the door when Duck put his little paws on the doorstep that kept me from closing the door. (Protesting meowing) “Duck you can’t come with me. It’s far too dangerous. I don’t even have clue how to kill this monster.” “I can help you.” “Great, now you talk again.” “Pardon, I like to be a cat more than a demon.” “Obviously.” I shrug my shoulders:”Fine, you come with me. WAIT DUCK!” Duck ran out the door and I had trouble keeping up with him. “DUCK WAIT!” “I am not a duck you fool. I am a cat.” Duck said over his shoulders. “Sorry...it was a good name at that time.” “What is done is done...” Duck said and ran faster:”Hurry! You fool! We might already be late!”
“What? Do you think that monster had already eaten my sister? Then what is the point in killing it?” “Revenge.” “Revenge never solves anything.” “Come you fool. You have already signed the contract.” “Yes, yes I did.” “Duck it would be better to...would you rather I could Azirathel?” “Suit yourself. However when in cat-form I like my cat-name. Even though it not truly a name befitting for a cat.” “I said I was sorry. But Duck, don’t you think we should take the bus? This is a rather long distance.” “Bus? You can’t take animals on the bus.” “I will keep you under my coat.” “Fair enough. Where is the nearest bus station?” “There! And there comes a bus. Hurry, Duck!” (Bus stopping sound and zipping sound) (Bus driving sound) (Dampening meowing sound) “Sorry, it won’t be far.” I whisper into my coat. (Bust stopping sound an bus driving off sound) “Wouldn’t it have been better for you to be in your dem...human form?” “My demon and human form is exactly the same. However the answer to your question is negative. I am not supposed to help you. This is my disguise.” “Okay, that is understandable...some of it is. Who have forbid you to help me and how...?” “Shush, it is confidential little one.” “There is the house!” (Running sound) (Doorbell chiming) “What is your plan, little one?” “I plan to get to the bottom of this.”
(Door opening sound)
Part three- Chapter one (Running footsteps, panting) “Hurry! Hurry!” “I am trying!” (Tripping sound) “HELP! I FELL!” “We are sorry but you are on your own.” (Screaming, animal growling, biting, laughter) “Oh, no! It’s coming after us! Help! HELP US!” (Frantic running) (Maniacal laughter) “Haha, you can run but certainly wont be able to hide from the great me.” (Animal growling) (Screaming) (Biting, more screaming sound) “Haha, I feel great!” The monster twirls around. (Licking sound) “I am still hungry. The great me can’t be hungry. That is a sin. A sin you must all pay for!” (Maniacal laughter, more screaming, biting)
Chapter two
“Hello we...I am here to interview you about the monster.” “You are in luck. It’s in our backyard chasing some young people. Rather a refreshing sight if you ask me.” “Wha...?” “Come inside.” The old man opens the door and lets me and Duck inside. It took some time for my eyes to comprehend the sight before me. First things first. The monster was in the backyard. Check. It was in fact chasing some young people. Check. And now it was eating them. So it checked out it was in fact the man eating monster. But although it was terrifying enough to see the monster in it full glory. The truth about it made my blood boil in my veins. “Azirathel! What is the meaning of this?” I point with accusing finger at Duck. “I told you to call me my cat name while a cat.” “I DON’T CARE! Tell me the truth and no lies.” “No lies?” “Is this monster in fact...?” “Yes the monster is your sister.” “YOU LYING SON OF BITCH! YOU TOLD ME SISTER WAS IN DANGER FROM THAT MONSTER!” “Yes, she was. However I am afraid that monster has devoured her. This no longer your sister. (Biting sound, screaming, maniacal laughter) “He you want me to kill her?” “Yes, that is the only way to safe her now.” “I don’t believe you. This must be a trick. There must be another way. I can’t kill my sister.” “And pray tell me why not? She is a danger to the human kind. Are you really that self fish?” “No...but I also have morals.” “You are a coward.” “A coward!?” “You can’t face that monster because she is a monster.” “No, I couldn’t face the monster for the fact alone it was supposed to be big scary monster that was going to feast on my sister.” “So nothing has changed?” “Not fundamentally...but morally..No I will try to convince her.”
“She is still guilty of that crime.” “My sister..she is the monster in that book children’s book?” “Yes. However there she was beautified.” “I will convince her to stop and then...we will see about her crimes.” “If you think you can stop here by all means try. I tried and I am sad to say that this monster is my picturing of failure.” I could not hear more of Azirathel’s speech for I had gone to confront that monster.
Chapter three How can something so good make you feel so bad at the same time? How can something so bad make you feel good at the same time? Feeling the power surging through my veins. But also tasting the blood in my mouth, suffocate on it, coughing, spitting it out in chunks. My face looks different, everything about me feels different. Splinters of bone in my hair. Bone marrow between my teeth. I have nothing to lose and everything to gain...for him. "Sister!" "What in the..." He whispered desperately in the dark. Blood ran down here cheeks and she couldn't believe her own eyes. Why was he here now, of all places? The only one whom she didn't want to see it. The unspeakable things she had done for his sake. "Shame on you sister!" It was true that the one of the few emotions her brother could show was anger, but she didn't like how all that anger and hatred that was meant for their tormentors was now directed towards her. "I...can...explain.." She wiped the blood of her lips with the sleeve and turned towards those judgemental eyes. But how do one explain why as human, you had done something atrocity, so animal like, even though the truth remains that humans are the most beastly of them all. Her brother mustn't know about the contract. He mustn't know what she was willing to give up for his sake, for him to live in a better world. Free of bullies, tyrants and all that injustice. Her soul. (Clanging sound) “Can’t you hear my brother?”
(Clanging sound) “Brother!” “I’m gonna stop you!” “But don’t you understand that I did this for you...for us. Please you have to believe me.” “Shame on you sister. I thought I knew you better.” This is no use. He can’t hear me. I sinks down into my cell. Tears burn my eyes. This was never meant to happen this way. “Eat brain to be smarter, heart to be kinder...” Echoes in her cell. Memories of instructions I got when I had first started out in this game of death. “Feels great. I’m finally athletic...” I remembers how fast I could suddenly run and how high she could jump. I didn’t realise this what my new abilities would cost. (Clanging sound) “Brother! Please, you have to go away. I...am afraid I will kill you.” Her brother couldn’t hear her and she could see him grimace through her bars:”This doesn’t solve anything. Sister, you’re becoming a monster....no you are monster. Revenge will make you feel empty.” I startle when I hear voice not my own answer my brother:”This revenge doesn't make me feel empty but full.” The monster rubs it’s belly. I feel ashamed of myself. How low could I go? “So whose side are you on, Azierathel?” Azirathel? Of course...that’s why my brother is here. Azirathel you traitor! My grip tightens around the icecold bars. (Clanging sound)
“ I miss you calling my Uncle K Dad ...” That traitor looks at my brother with his hurtful look. “Answer the question.” “You have gotten your meanstreak from your sister.” “I really don’t need to be reminded of my sister.” I felt bang in my heart when I heard the coldness in my brother’s voice.
“Sorry...” ,,Answer it...” “Answer what...?” “The question!” “Oh, yes the question. The question about...” “About whose side you are on. Well?” “Well...I....am not really on any side.” “WHAT!?” What? What sides are they calling about? ,,It’s complicated...I can’t really explain. But I root for your both.” ,,Hmph. Coward.” Root? I have to compete with my brother? What the hell is going on? “You sound just like your sister..” “Shut up!” “Even more now...” “Will you please be quiet.” “It’s remarkable how much you resembles your sister...” “QUIET!” “AZIRATHEL!” The bars shake along with my fury. (Clanging sound) “You called, little one?” I turned around and saw that Azirathel was in this case inside the cage with me.
“Why did you do this Azierthel! Duck you idiot! Why did you bring him?” Azierathel shrugged his shoulders:“I didn’t think it was fair to him to be left alone. I thought you would be happy....” Happy? And suddenly the full realisation of the consequences of bringing my brother into this game dawn upon me. “HAPPY? This means I will have to kill him in the end. Have you completely lost your mind? Did you lose it because you stayed far too long as a cat!?” “Hey! Don’t bring the cats into this. They are wonderful creatures.” “I have nothing against cats. I have everything against you!” “Oh, you don’t mean that...” “I sure do. Leave me alone.” “But I am essential in order for you to win this game.” “Hmph, I can’t say that I don’t appreciate how you have used your illusion to fool my prey. It has made everything much easier. Much easier for me to catch them and slit their throats and drink their blood and...” “Sometimes you even scary me a little.” “Really..?” “Yes, I couldn’t be prouder. You have grown up to be so diabolical.” “No thanks to you. You left us.” “I had too...orders...” “Blah!” I look at the hurtfull look in Azirathel’s eyes and it makes me even madder. I hit him on the chest. (Hitting sound) “Why did you leave us? We needed you!” She cries in his chest. “I am sorry, strict orders from above. There was nothing I could do.” “If you hadn’t left us, things wouldn’t have turned out like this. This would be different.” “Are you sure? I am a demon after all?” “Yes, but you are also the nicest guy I have known. Won't you be offended by this?” “Why because I am demon? I can take compliments.” “But I thought demons hated everything that is good?” “What is goodness, what is kindness? How do we describe it?” “Don’t go all psychosocial on me!” “Sorry, I happen to like the old philosophers.” I look the bars and get a glimpse of Duck beside my brother. “Sister? Is this what you have been doing for a month?”
A month? “You said you would stop time for me!” “But I did!” “Not like this! I didn’t mean it like this! Duck no baka! (Duck you idiot!)” She ripped her black hair and hit him in the chest. “Always as feisty as ever. I have alway loved your fighting spirit. That is why we chose you. You are unique.” He kissed her on the top of her head. “Chose me?” “Yes, you want this world to be better. You want this world to be rid of all bullies and other tormentors.” “Yes...” “That’s why you can’t lose here.” “Lose?” “Your brother is going to kill you.” “Wha...What!? He would never do such a thing!” “Don’t you understand you are not yourself anymore.” He puts his hands over my eyes. (Darkness) I can feel the stickiness of his hands. His sweaty palms. “Azirathel. Let go of me.” “I already have.” “The why can I still feel your hands over my eyes?” “I am not holding you any longer.” “Then what is this stickiness? It’s gross let go of me.” “I already have.” “So...am I blind now?” “The monster is taking away your conscious.” “Then how can I win?” “Let the monster take control.” “But will that no mean... I will kill my brother in the end?” “Yes, but you can’t kill him till at the end. He will be immune to you.” “Then why should I not just let him kill me here and ends this once and for all?” “Do you really want to give up everything you have sacrificed so far? Don’t you want a better world?” “So if he kills me. I will lose everything I have worked for...for him?” “Yes.”
“But I will still have to kill him, the one I am doing this all for.” “Yes.” “Then what is the point?” “The point is, are you really that selfish to give up everything because the one this was meant for in the beginning stands in your way? What about everyone else?” “You are right. I have to keep on going. I have already signed the contract.” “Precisely.” “But I won’t have to kill him till in the end.” “Yes.” “So there is a slight chance someone else would kill him before?” “Yes, that is a possibility.” “I hope he will stay safe as long as possible.”
Unbeknown to the sister at the same time our conversation went on I was speaking to the brother. “You are the only one who can stop her.” “I have to kill her?” “The monster has already taken over. There is no other way.” “I won’t be able to kill her as long as I know it is her.” “Then I shall grant your wish.” “Wait..whaaaaaaat....” (Twirling sound) Part 4 Endless Breakfast (Pouring sound) (Crunching sound) (Meowing) “I will be with you in a minute Duck. I just have to finish my breakfast.” I hurry up and scoop the rest of the cereal into my mouth. (Coughing sound) (Protesting meowing)
“Cough, sorry Duck. I will try to be more careful.” While I am petting Duck’s head I look at the clock that is hanging on the ceiling opposite me. “Fuck! I am going to be late again.” (Running sound) (Protesting meowing) “Sorry Duck.” (Pouring sound) “Well, I am off then. I will see you after work.” (Running sound) Fortunately my work isn’t that far away from our home. I run till I feel the blood rushed to my ears. I can’t be late. I will lose my job! (Door slamming) “Your are late,” my new boss greets me. “I am so sorry. I must have set the alarm too late.” “Makes sure it won’t happen again.” “I will sir.” He nods to affirmative it. I tie the apron around me and run to my workstation. I feel a little queasy when the blood splats on my face but I pay it no attention. This blood is not af living thing, this is not like that time. I freeze and suddenly I am brought back to that time all these years ago. It still feels like yesterday, that day when I entered our father’s room. (Knocking sound) “Dad are you okay?” No answer.
“Dad? I am will come in now.” “NO DON’T! GO AWAY!” My father yelled and but it was too late. I was already inside the room. My father looked at me the with such pity in his eyes. Blood was dripping from his mouth and blood was all over the sword hilt that he had just to stabbed himself with. “DAD!” I run to him. “Don’t come anywhere near me.” My father spat blood and was kneeling over. I ran to over to me and catched him. In my childs mind I thought everything would be over as soon as my father would touch the ground. How naive I was back then. The blood smeared all over me I screamed and cried. “Dad why did you do this!?” “Because I had to pay for my sin.” I reached for the sword he had missed. “Please...you must go away....You can’t see me like this.” “Dad...” I followed with my eyes how his hands took a hold of the sword again. He pushed me away and cried:”I MUST PAY FOR MY SIN!” (Stabbing sound) Blood splattered all over me and even though I had already all been covered in blood I cried out of fright and sorrow. Soon my sister and mother came running. My mom cried the loudest and kneeled by side my father while my sister took good care of me and wiped away the blood, since I kept screaming get it off. Get it off! My sister kept all her tears inside for my sake. She hugged me when the most the blood was gone and whispered into my ear:”Everything is going to be alright.” I am sure a lot of my memory is wrong. I have got so mixed up with the all the nightmares I had after that incident. Sometimes I was even the one who had stabbed our father, those dream were the worst.
We had all been shaken horribly by that event. I remember my sister trying to keep the cool for my mother’s and my sake. How she had taken good care of our mother who fell ill and was shortly put in hospital. My sister never gave hope that one day our mother would come home and life would continue despite the tragedy that befallen us and the fact that we were the most hated family in the world. The hatred and fear hadn’t lessened despite the fact our father had taken his life to pay for his sin. No, it seemed to increase and even after our mothers death people still hated us siblings. Despised us. My sister was used to being despised even before the incident, but I had just started school and knew nothing about bullying. I remember how I wanted to end it all. Unlike my sister I saw no point in use continue living. I wanted to end it all. To repay for our sins. So when opportunity came in the form of the game Rubber chicken death I jumped on it. I recall how frightened that poor boy was that I never seemed to want to stop. How I caught his hand so he couldn’t lose the rubber. I wanted to suffer, I wanted the most slow and painful death. Death by suffocation. Yes, that was what I had to do to pay for our family’s sin. For all the lives that had been lost because of my father’s ambitious dream that went all wrong. To pay for the selfishness. I remember how the live seemed to slip away from me every moment. I could hear in the distance shouting, pushing sound and suddenly I saw my sister. I had not plan for her to come and stop us. I didn’t think that far. She was livid and punched that poor boy I had used as my executioner to pulp. I managed to stop her in the end but it was a close call. My poor sister. I had not thought about that I was leaving her behind. That she would never do such a thing to me. Later those thought changed into I didn’t want to be burden. My sister needed a life of her own. She shouldn’t have to take care of me. Take care of someone who didn’t even want to life. No she needed to get her own life. My pitiful sister who had risked everything for me. She had even lost her best friend because of me. Her only friend. I still remember how fuming she was when she found out about our relationship. She had tried to warn me in the past. “Don’t you know that she is bad news? She only uses boys. They are her playthings. I don’t want her to throw you away and break your heart.” “She won’t. She is different. I know it.” “No, listen to me. She is a snake. You will stop seeing her this instance.”
“Yes, sister...” I knew I could not change her mind on the subject so I acted like I was going to obey her. She can’t control me. I remember how my heart got caught in my throat when I say my sister suddenly stand in the doorway to the dancehall How the hell did she find out? “Chloe! What the hell?” My sister looked at her once best friend with such hatred in her eyes. I tried to say something but my sister shut me up with one look of hers. “*****! What are you doing here?” Chloe looked at me sister like she had stepped on some filth. This was the look Chloe had for my sister ever since the day our life became hell. “What are you doing with him?” My sister walked over to us in long strides. She didn’t look at me and I looked down in shame. (pushing sound) “Ouch! What the hell! Stop it! Ow...my hair!” (squabbling sound, screaming, running footsteps, punching, kicking) I looked up when I heard the noise but I did nothing to stop them two from fighting. No, that is not entirely true. I did try to stop them but to no avail. My words fell on deaf ears. I am not even sure my sister heard anything I said. She was livid with rage. Her only focus was to hurt Chloe as much as possible and she spat at her with these words: “I hate you Chloe! I hate you! You are a cheater! TRAITOR! You are the worst friend ever!” My sister was dragged back by strong hands who held her in place, while she tried to scratch and bite Chloe. I feared the worst. Why was my sister being dragged away? Should I help her? My sister looked at me with such cold eyes I felt the chilliness go down my spine. I was in so much trouble. She hated lying, that was the worst kind of betrayal in her eyes. That is until the worst betrayal came to light. “For your information. We never were friends. Crybaby.” Chloe dusted her clothes and looked my sister straight in the eye. It felt like had been splashed with cold water. I did this. It was my fault Chloe was saying that to my dearest sister. “Wha..a.t...?” My sister breathed shallowly, like her breath had been taken away, like her lungs had been crushed by those words.
“Who could be a friends with a freak like you?” Chloe spit on my sister’s cheek. I closed my eyes. I could not watch this spectacle. This tragedy. I could hear the spitting sound and the cruel laughing, the punching. “Yes, loser like you deserves to die.” I could hear my sister being kicked and spitting up blood. “Chloee...?” The girls and guy kept kicking and punching my sister or was it Chloe who was doing all this things? “Take that filth away from my eyes.” I opened my eyes and saw my sister being dragged away. “Chloe!” “Aren’t you happy? You are finally free from your sister.” She smiled at me. (Slapping sound) “++++!?”
“We are through.” “Wha..are you breaking up with me? But why? I thought...I thought you wanted to be free.” “Not this way. Goodbye Chloee.” “Are you alright?” I took my sister’s hand and helped her stand up. She said nothing. She seemed to be staring into oblivion. “I am done with her. You are right. She was just bad news. I saw her true colours today. I am sorry I did not listen to you.” My sister still said nothing. She seemed to have lost her will to life. “Let’s go home.” I put my hand over her shoulder and helped her walk home. For the first time I had to take care of my sister. She didn’t eat, she hardly slept or slept too much during the day. She did not go to school. She only sat and stared into space or cried herself to sleep. I felt truly awful. I had no idea how to fix this. I even offered that she would punch me for my stupidity. Luckily this faze passed and my sister went back to her old self when she saw how miserable I was. However I sure she never recovered fully from this trauma. For I while I even hated Chloe for making my sister feel this way but as usual I was only running from facing the truth. Yet again, I was a burden for my sister.
My sister....why do I feel I am missing some important memory? My sister has been gone for a month. I don’t remember why she went missing, is that the memory that is lost? No, it something even more important. If I remember correctly I had a big fight with my sister. I think it had something to do with my work. The strange thing is though that not only was my sister missing, but there seemed to be new hire each day here. Even my boss had quit though he had worked her his entire life. I must stay though that I can’t help being pleased by that fact. Although my new boss can be a hardass he is nothing compared to my old boss. No, this boss respected my wishes. He did not laugh or force me to do things I did not like to do. He... “Are you alright there?” Speaking of the devil my boss was here. He clamped my shoulder and looked worried. “No..why do you ask?” “You have been staring to the space for some time. Is it because of your sister?” “My sister? Well of course I miss her. But I am still hoping she will turn up one day.” My boss seemed startled by my answer. “What?” “Do you honestly not remember what happened to your sister?” “No..why do you know?” But as soon as the question was out of my mouth I wished I hadn’t asked. “She was eaten by that monster.” “Eaten...” The cold inside the factory intensified. “What monster?” I tried to keep my cool and my boss he showed the newspaper I had not seen that he had in his other hand. “This monster.” He tipped with his finger on the frontpage. I felt ill. The picture showed how the monster was feasting on some innocent people. Alife, they were screaming while their lower half was sticking out the monster’s mouth. What the...what is going on? What kind of a nightmare is this? This can’t be real. No it must some kind of a joke. I must have watched too many horror movies. “This is the reality kid. It is not safe on the street.” My boss shook his head. “Is this the reason...so many new hires...have the other’s been eaten?” “I am afraid so.” “But why don’t you shut down the factory?” My boss shrugged his shoulders and watched my with weary eyes:”I have to live kid.”
Life. How is this any life? A monster is loose on the street. Chapter Two On the run (Panting, running, heartbeat) The heartbeat was loud I could hear it in my ears. My throat was dire. I had difficulty breathing. Every inch of my body was cold. I thought I would pass out any minute. But I couldn’t for some reason I remembered my mission. I am the only one who can stop this monster. Why? I don’t know the reason but I can feel it in my bones. Though I have no clue whatsoever how I can stop this monster. I have never been this scared in my whole life. I looked around the darkalley. I think have lost it. I breathe of a relief and then I feel the sting in my heart. My poor sister couldn’t outrun this monster. She lost her life. Probably saving someone else If I knew my sister correctly. (Punching sound) My sister had died saving someones life while I felt and hid like a coward. (Punching sound) No, I can’t life like this. I can’t allow myself to be afraid. I can’t even take my own life. I can ends this except in one way. I must stop that monster. What about Duck? Suddenly that thought is shoot into my brain. What about poor Duck? I can’t leave him alone. I am literally going to commit suicide by going against this monster. I could still picture it. How it had seen me I soon I was out of the factory. I remember how the heart got caught in my throat. I remember standing still till my boss dragged me into a car with the monster on our tail. He told me to go out and he would act as a bait. As soon as I had hid myself in an alley the monster was had caught up. My boss started his car and the monster ran after it, like it was in fact a dog chasing a car but not monster hunting a prey. Going grocery shopping. I pray that my boss was safe. I look around that corner and suddenly my heart stops. Across the street I see another monster. I hid instantly. I thought there was only one monster. What was going on?
How was I going to get past this? Can it smell me? The monster seemed to be blind. The I hear the sound I least wanted to hear. (Sniffing sound) Oh my...I am going to die here...the monster can smell...it can probably smell my fear. Taste it in the air. I wonder how fear tastes? I try to think about everything else except the monster across the street. I try to make my self invincible, hide all smell. I wish I could fall into the wall an be one with it. Then I could be perfectly safe. But that is all wishful thinking or is it, in a world where monsters can roam the street? I crush myself against the wall. I dare not breathe. I keep my breath and look very carefully around the corner. The monster hasn’t moved a inch. Yes, it seem to be working. Now I only have to wait for it to leave. This is not so hopeless after all. (Children laugher-mean one) (Running) (Pushing sound) Children? No, not children. I can hear the voices of children. Voices with venom like the one I knew in the past. Bullies? (Stone throwing sound) (Laughter) “Leave me alone.” (Crying and laughter) I pinch the bridge between my noise. I am caught between two terrible outcomes. I want to stop this bullying and foremost I want to get this kids into safety. But how? The monster will find where I am as soon I mover from my spot. Wait, why hasn’t the monster not reacted to the children? Does it not eat children? (Sniffing sound, slithering sound)
Oh, god no. The monster is one the move and poor children haven’t seen it. They are too preoccupied in their bullying to notice. The poor victim seemed to have noticed. “Look behind you!” The boy points at the monster with a shaking finger. “Uh, like we would fall for such a lame trick?” The biggest one of them said while monster slithered closer to him. I must do something. I can’t let the monster eat that kid. But at the same time I had help being a little joyful over that the justice will be deserved. No! I can’t think like that. The end does not justify the means! I jump around the corner and shout:”Look out!” The bullies are startled when the see me and suddenly they are aware of the monster behind them. “Aaaagggh!” (Screaming, animal growling, biting and eating sound, crushing) I grimace when the poor boys are being split through the teeth. Blood spills all over the ground. I snatch up the only one who had survived the attack. The victim. And I run. (Running sound) (Slamming door) (Protesting meowing) “Hello Duck, I will be with you in minute.” I put the boy down. The poor little boy trembles and his eyes are twitching. I run to find a blanket and spread it over his shoulders. “You are safe here.” For some reason I can feel how true these words are. Warmth spreads all over my body and the heating in the house goes up. The boy stops his trembling and stammers:”Thank you..” “You are welcome.” I smile and ask:”What is your name?”
“Gabriel.” “Gabriel, that is a nice name. Do you want me to call your parents?” “Yes please.” “Here.” I hand him the phone and teach him how to use the dials. “Thank you...” He whispers while he wait for someone to pick up the phone. (Dialing sound) (Dialing sounds stops and someone picks up) “Mom, I am alright I am..” (Screaming) “Mom...?” Gabriels hands is twitching around the phone. (Screaming, biting, eating sound) (Dialing sound repeats itself. It has been hung up) (Crying) “Mom! Mom I want my mom!” Gabriel screams and cries. “Calm down...everything is going to be alright. Here look there is a kitten...eh cat.” (Happy meowing) “Cat!” Gabriel instantly brightens up and starts to pat the cat. He will soon remember why he was crying but for now it works as a good distraction. “What the hell is going on?” “I can answer that.” Duck says and rolls on his stomach again. Duck can talk...for some reason it does not freak me out. Like I knew it already. I think that is even more freaky. “Cat is talking!” Gabriel shouted with delight. “Azirathel?” “Azirathel? Is that a cat’s name? Gabriel asks. Cat-Azirathel nods:“Yes, however I have asked you use my cat name while in..” “Yes, yes. While you are a cat I shall call you your cat name even though you despises it.” “I don’t despise it. I only think it not very appropriate for a cat, that is all.”
“Fine, whatever. But you were saying?” “Well, little one.” “Me?” Gabriel point at himself.” “Well no...I am talking to the big one here.” “Oh...then why did you say little one?” “Never mind. ++++, you are in great danger.” “Well, I knew that.” “Let me finish boy! Or I will put you over my knee.” “What?” “I always wanted to say that..well more to your sister.” Cat Azirathel coughs:”Well any way. You must get out there and safe as many people as you can.” “Save?” “Yes, save you fool. Hurry up before it is too late and bring them all here.” “What about Gabriel?” “I will watch over him.” “A cat is going to babysit me?” “Yes, do you mind?” “Nah, you are much better than my last babysitter.” “Well I am glad to hear that. But +++ hurry up or....!” “You put me over your knee?” “Well no...although I am tempted when you keep slacking off when this world is in great danger!” “I am going! Take care of Gabriel.” “I will my boy. You have my word.” Cat-Azirathel put a paw over his chest. (Slamming door) Chapter three The monster hunters (Screaming, eating, biting, animal growling) Everywhere I go people are being eaten. The monsters eat everything. Unfortunately it was not only two monster, or three, or four or five...oh you get my drift. No, infact there were hundreds of them or even more. Everywhere I ran there was monster that I had to escape from only to see another person being eaten instead of mine. What did Azirathel mean by I had to save as many people as possible? How? This was endless. I could not find a single person that was not being eaten or just when I was about to reach him being eaten in one bite. (Swallowing sound)
Everything was being annihilated. I had to work fast. I had to find some survivors. (Shooting sound, animal screaming) Well that was new sound. But was is a friend or a foe? (More shooting sound) I had no time to second guess myself. Whoever was there could fight this monsters. There was some hope. (Running sound on paved walk) The heart was hammering in my chest from all this running and ducking. I had not time to be frighten. But did I have time to feel rejoice? Before my eyes there stood a group of people who all had shoot guns in their hands. The shoot at the monster that seemed to come of nowhere. It did not matter how many they killed, the seemed to multiply by each death. The monster was like Hydra. That was not a good sign and no I had no time to rejoice except over the fact that I had found some survivors. That could fight back. “This endless! Can’t we kill these monster somehow?” A man with a deep voice said that shoot at every monster in it’s path. “There must be some monster queen or somthing, that we must kill.” A woman that seemed to by age said while she reloaded her gun and the kept shooting at the monsters. “Franklin, Rosalin, look out!” I man pointed to monster that jumped from the sky and Franklin and Rosalin shoot at it. “Thank you Gracias. We would have been a goner had you not informed us of this surprise attack,” the woman named Rosalin said. A monster queen? I was swept away to day I saw the monster the backyard eat my sister. Yes, it was true. There had only been one monster at the beginning. But I could waste time thinking I had to get these people to safety. “Follow me!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. “You fool, don’t let the monster’s see you!” Rosalin yelled at me and added:”Find a safe place before it is too late.” But it was already too late the monsters saw me and jumped at me in pack. I closed my eyes. Jebb, this would be my end. (Burning sound, animal screaming)
Why I am still I alive? I open my eyes and to my surprise all the monsters seemed to be writhing in agony and pain. Am I poisonous or something? That hurts a little. Franklin, Rosalin and Gracias just stared at me. All the monsters in the alley were gone. “Who are you?” Rosalin ask. “I have no time to explain...well to truth be told I don’t even. Never mind, just follow me. I know about a safe place.” I waved at them to follow me. Franklin and Gracias start running but Rosalin stops in her track:“Wait guys, we can’t leave the others behind!” “Forget them. They are probably already dead.” “I will go them. I will just bring you to safety first.” “Will you really do that?” “Yes,” I had never been more certain in my whole life. After I got Franklin and Gracias to safety, I and Rosalin ran to the place she had last seen the others. Rosalin had protested loudly when I had asked her to stay behind considering the fact I seemed to be inedible. But Rosalin had said that could have just been a fluke. I couldn’t say for certain if this would work against every monster. Besides I did not know how to use a gun or other weapons. “There,” Rosalin whispered and showed me with her head were the others were surrounded. It was like a deja vu. This group of people also kept shooting a endless horde of monsters. Even the dialogue seemed the same. “This endless. Is there no way to stop this monster?” “There could be monster queen somewhere.” “Look out Þór and Soir!” (Shooting sound) “Thank you Arigato.”
I blinked. This was beyond weird. I even yelled and got the same conclusion. Monsters dropped dead after having a taste of me. One thing was different. “Rosalin, can we trust this guy? How do we know if he isn’t one of the monsters in disguise? Why else could he kill in this way? This must a trap.” “We don’t know anything Þór. But we have no other choice. His home is safe for now.” “Wait!” Soir said and added:”We have to save the others.” I quickly agreed so I wouldn’t have to hear the other protest again. And after getting the other to safety, me, Rosalin and Noir ran to rescue the others. Why did always only the woman come with me? I have no idea. But one thing I know for sure. Our survival pack continued to grow. I did the same thing I had did with the other groups and the outcome was the same. There was always some new group to rescue and always a woman did offer to help rescue the others. I had even suggested one of them stayed with little Gabriel since he needed a mother but their angry glares shut me quickly up. Suddenly the request for helping others stopped. “What are you sure there no more survivors?” I asked the girl and the girls who had tagged along and the two guys in the last group. They all shook their heads. No this was all of them. I must admit I had grown tired of seeing the same scene over and over again but now where the story had to move on, I grew anxious. This was not that many people after all, only twelve counting little Gabriel in but excluding me and Azirathel. One thing was though good about this small number. They all fit into the living room and listened to me like I was some kind of leader. People either looked at me as their saviour or did not trust me in the long term. Thank you fully I had Azirathel to help me. “This crow of people are your lives. Take good care of them.” “Lives? You mean I must protect their lives.” Azirathel in his catbody shook his head:”No, your lives.”
I fell ill when he said that. I did not like how true that sounded. “You mean this some kind of videogame?” Azirathel shrugged:”Maybe.” “What happens if they die?” “Game over.” No, I certainly did not like the sound of that. Though I must admit a twelve lifes was pretty generous for a videogame. Or I least I hoped so. But this was no videogame. This was battle for survival. The game of death. Chapter 4 The game of death “Arigato?” “Present” “Danke?” “Here!” “Dimitri.” “Yes.” “Franklin.” “Here.” “Gabriel?” “HERE!!!” “Kyoko?” “Present.” “Olaf.” “Ju.” “Otakesede?” “What? Who is in danger...oh. Yes, present.” “Owl?” “Hoot.” “Rosalin?” “Sure.” “Soir?” “No it’s midday. Yes, I am here.” “Þór?” “JÁÁÁÁ!” “Great, everyone is present.” I slam back the book. (Book slamming sound)
“Where else could we be? If we step one foot outside we die.” Rosalin said. “I wouldn’t necessarily say that the action along of going out would kill us.” “Shut up Gracias.” Franklin said. “ I was only making a valid point.” “How come you all know each other?” I asked. “We don’t or well, we only came to know each other through battling all these monsters.” Gracias said. “None of you?” “Well...no some of us knew each beforehand. But I would say this is all one big coincidence that we are gathered here in your living room.” Gracias said. “Coincidence or fate?” Franklin asked. “Fate of all humankind.” Dimitri said. “We are the only survivors. Everyone else is dead.” Rosalin said. “The whole civilisation have been reduced to dust.” Gracias said. “More like to bones.” Franklin corrected him. Gabriel started crying and hugged my Azirathel. I guess all the snot went over his fur, judging by the angry meowing he did. I did not fully comprehend why Azirathel had to stay as a cat. But he had said it had something to do with order for the higher ups. I had asked him whether they were responsible for the tragedy but had got no answers. And first people had been freaked out by the talking cat. But since the world had already gone crazy this was just a believable as the monster who had eaten everything. However half the time the seemed to ignore Azirathel and luckily he did most of the communication through mind links. So the people did not know about the fact, that I literally had their lives in my hand. I had wondered whether or not I should tell them, given the fact that they did not seemed to trust me. Maybe the would trust me if the knew what was at stake. But so far I had not risked it. “Do you have any clue where the monster queen is residing?” I asked the crowd at large. “No, we have no clue how she looks like.” Rosalin answered on the behalf of the group. “I do.” The room fell silent when I said those words. You could have heard a pin drop. Even Gabriel who usually was so noise just stared at me. “You do?” Rosalin asked for the bewildered group.” “Yes, I saw her...” “Her? The monster is a she?” “Well, haven’t we all talked about a monster queen?” I felt uncomfortable under all those scrutinising eyes. “That was only a figure of speech you dumbkoff,” Danke said.
“Sorry...but I was not referring to the monster itself. No I was referring to it’s first victim. My sister.” Once again the room fell silent. “I am so sorry to hear that.” Danke said and hung her head in shame. “Nah, don’t be. We all have lost someone at this point.” People nodded. “We can’t let the grief of the past keep us from getting our future.” The crowd seemed to brighten up over these words. “So lets march and get the monster queen!” “YESSS!” All said in unison and were going to storm out till little Gabriel asked:”But you haven’t told us have the monster queen looks like.” Everyone immediately turned around and plumed themselves on the floor with a thud. Of course I had no intention of letting little Gabriel participate in the hunt but I kept those words to myself for now. “The monster queen...” The room was deadly silent. They hung on my every word. “Has black hair.” “Hair? Is that it? The monster has hair?” Rosalin said. “Well I find it a rather distinctive feature. None of the other monsters have hair.” Gracias said. “Do you have more information?” Rosalin asked annoyed and clearly the whole crowd with the exception of Gabriel and Gracias shared the same feelings. “Well...does not the whole room turn icecold whenever she is near?” “Humm, that is rather good...no wait. That happens with the other monsters as well.” Gracias said and suddenly he was getting annoyed as well. “It does? I am sorry I had no idea.” “You suck as a leader,” Danke said. “Well I never asked to be a leader.” Now I was getting annoyed. “Wait he is the only one who has seen the monster queen...eh monster head...eh...” Otaskede said. “Just go with monster queen. We won’t be offended,” Danke said and smiled. “True and not to mentions the monsters can’t eat him.” Olaf said. “Maybe we should just let him handle the monster queen hunt while we wait here...” Gracias said. “Coward! What if the monster queen is much more dangerous than the rest of the monsters? What if he will be killed swiftly and no change for him to kill her?” Rosalin said and turned herself to me:”Is it true that your are the only one who can kill her?” “Well...” I looked at Azirathel by me feet who nodded to affirmative it. “Humm, well we should trust the talking cat. Apparently he know more than meets the eye. He was the know who said the place was the only safe place.” Olaf said.
I wisely kept the fact to my self that he was a demon. Maybe then they would not be able to trust him. “Then what is the plan?” Gracias asked. “Find the monster queen and kill her.” I said. Silent fell in the room. “Are you an idiot? Is that your plan!?” Rosalin asked outraged. “Calm down Rosalin, that was obviously just a figure of a speech, right leader?” Franklin dragged down Rosalin who was going to punch me for my stupidity. “Yes...” I said and added quickly when I saw that Rosalin raised her fist:”My real plan is of course going into groups. One group is in charge of finding the monster queen and killing it, while the others will lure the other monsters out to fool the monster queen in thinking she is safe.” “You mean the others should act as bait?” Franklin asked. “Well...uh..do you have a better plan?” “I am afraid not.” Franklin said. Chapter five Monster hunting starts We did as I had told with the exception of leaving little Gabriel with Azirathel. Gabriel had not been happy and cried and howled that we were going to leave him alone. Apparently he did not count Azirathel as another human being. I had promised him that we would all come safely home. Of course I knew I would not be able to keep that promise. There were bound to be some sacrifices. These words did though reassure poor little Gabriel. What world to be left in. No I had to think about the future we were created for him. To my relief I see there are more survivors than we had originally believed. However that relief is short lived when the monsters jump out of the darkness and bite them in the head. (Animal growling, biting sounds) I can still hear their screaming in my ears. It did not matter how many time I witness someone die. Something seemed to die within in me each time. We must end this quickly. “Þór, Owl and Olaf, you go this way.” I ordered. “Yes sir!” And they ran to one of the monster group and screamed like warriors. With the exception of Owl you only hooted. Sometimes I even wondered if he was human. (Shooting sound)
I was about to give me next order when I heard blood chilling scream. I turn my head and see that it doesn’t matter how many bullets the monster are shoot with. All of them missed. The monster are faster than ever. (Animal growling, biting sounds) “I will not die as long my name is Bjarni Þór Benediktsson!” Þór said while he wrestled against a monster and tried to keep the mouth of it open so it could not bite him. Blood was leaking from his finger after have been stabbed by the long fangs. The blood chilling scream had come from Owl who was not as fortunate as Þór who kept the mouth away from him. Owl was slowly being eaten. Olaf was in the same situation. “Leader! Leader! What should we do!?” Rosalin yelled at me while I just stood frozen in place and watch while our teammates were being devoured alive. “Shoot them! Shoot them!” I yelled at pointed at the monster. We must rescue them. “We can’t use our bullets to carelessly.” Gracias said and added when Rosalin was about to hit him:”Besides the bullets don’t seem to work.” “Retreat then! No, try to rescue them!” I yelled. “Which is it? We can’t do both.” Gracias asked. “Those you are willing to fight alongside me stay. The others should run home.” “Leader, have you forgotten that the monsters can’t eat you?” Franklin asked. “We can’t be certain that will work everytime!” Rosalin yelled but I was already on my way. I had forgotten about that. I was too frozen in place to remember it. Now I offered myself up to the monsters. (Slithering sound) Their turned their heads towards me. However they did not seem too interested in me. Maybe the knew I was poisonous? “Hey! You stupid monsters. You can’t catch me!” I tried running and that seemed to light up some interest. The monsters crawled to me and from Þór, Olaf and Owl. The others were safe for now. They had not yet entered the monster pit. I could feel their eyes on me. They must think I am mad. I close my eyes. (Slithering sound) I feel the foul breath of the monster and the stroking of the fangs against my chin. (Animal screaming, burning sound)
It worked it really did work! I opened my eyes and saw the monster writhe in agony and pain. I could cheering from the hill behind me. This was not hopeless. We could win this war and I was the saviour. (Screaming, burning sound) What was happening? I turned around and saw that Olaf, Owl and Þór were twisting and writhing in agony. There flesh was being eaten up. What were there some kind of invincible monsters? “Olaf, Owl and Þór!” I ran to their side. “Don’t worry leader. We gave up our life for a good cause.” Olaf said and smiled sadly while sadly while he was being disintegrated. “No! I saved you..I could have...This wouldn’t have happened if I had been more courageous. If I had just remembered...” I punched the ground. (Punching sound) “Goodbye leader.” Olaf disappeared along with Þór and Owl.
Chapter 5 (Crushing sound) (Pouring sound) (Sizzling sound) (Sitting sound) “Umm, yummy.” I breathe in the good smell of bacon and my mouth waters. I can’t wait to sink my teeth into this delicious breakfast. (Door slamming) “What the hell do you think you are doing!?” A stranger woman enters my living room without permission. She slams the disch of the table and on the floor.
(Breaking sound) “Hey! That was my breakfast!” “How on earth can you just sit here and eat breakfast when we have lost three of our teammates!” I have no idea what this person is talking about. “Pardon?” The girl grabs my collar:”Are you really that stupid that you have forgotten all about how Olaf, Þór and Owl were eaten a life by that monster!?” “Wha...I am not following. Is this some kind of roleplay? (Slapping sound) “You! How can you say such things!” The strange girl keeps yelling at me. “Umm...what?” I stare at that girl and the breakfast that is all now just a mess on the once clear floor. I look at that angry girl:”Are you a friend of my sister? Did she put you up to this?” “Your sister..” The strange girl gasp:”Have you honestly lost your memories?” “What memories? What are you talking about? First you walsh here in on my home, ruin my breakfast and scream about some people I have never met.” “I see, the shock. You must have lost all your memories after this.” “Again, what memories are you talking about?” “I think you need to sit down before I tell you anymore.” “Well that was my plan until you...” “Rosalin.” “Yeah, until Rosalin...eh you rushed into my home and ruined my breakfast. I am going to be late for work...” I stop when Rosalin suddenly drags me over to a chair and plombs me down into it. “Hey! What are you doing...” I blush when she suddenly kneels in front of me and put her hands into mine:”Listen +++. There are some things you need to know.” First I did not believe a thing this girl called Rosalin told me. But after she showed me the other grieving teammates and little Gabriel jumped into my arms, the truth dawned upon me. I suddenly felt that whole world or at least was left of it was resting on my shoulders. “So the monsters...are faster?” I asked Rosalin. “Yes.” “And bullets don’t work?” “No, we can’t hit them.”
“They are too fast for bullets?” “Too fast for us.” “What happened after Olaf, Þór and Owl died?” “You blanked out and on the run we carried you home.” “I see...so what is the new plan?” “I was hoping you could tell us leader.” “I...well how about I work as bait for these monsters and you shoot them while they are chewing on me?” “Well they all fall dead after taking a bite of you...” “I have been bitten by them!?” “Yes, but you are the only one who have survived that.” “What do you mean?” “Apparently, as soon as the monster had taken a bite out of you, your are so good as dead. They continue eating you from their grave.” “So we must make sure we won’t get bitten...that is except me....” “Yes, in a nutshell you could say that.” “Great...any sign of the monster queen?” “Not yet, we are still looking.” “How have you managed to sneak past these monsters?” “You can always tell where they are because of the cold.” “Cold?” “Yes, everything freezes. We have made sure to run from places like that.” “So you have looked everywhere for a monster with black hair?” “Not everywhere. But as many places as possible.” “Okay, keep looking but be careful I will come with you and they can attack me in the worst cases scenario while you run.” “I really don’t like the sound of such a plan. You makes us look like cowards.” “Rosalin, I was being a coward not offering myself up sooner. I must now pay the price.” Chapter six My hands are cold and my lips are dry. I move forward on my cold feet. My breath is frozen. The monster must be near. The tips of my fingers are numb. I can barely think straight. I feel like I am going to faint at any moment or fall to my death. I still can’t believe that I am the only one who has a chance against this monster. That can’t be I am not that strong. Picture of blood splatters comes to my mind when in my imagination I stab the monster with the sword I am carrying. I gagg. I realise that this picture will never to fruition for I am coward. I will never be able to carry out that task. The fangs Rosalin had described to
me impale my neck and I can taste the foul breath from my memories. “Are you okay?” Rosalin asked and grabbed my shivering shoulder. “Fineeee..” I said through shattered teeth while hugging myself. “It will be okay.” She said reassuringly and clapped my shoulder. “Thanks....” I said though I knew it to be untrue. We were all walking right into our doom. My poor sister had to face the monster and despite her strength she had been defeated by it. What could I do on my own? Did I really have some kind of destiny? I doubted it. This could not be that easy. (Slithering sound) “They are here,” Rosalin whispered and drew her gun:”Do you job.” And she pushes me down. “Yes...” I will act as a bait and close my eyes waiting for the inevitable. Behind me I can hear my teammates also drawing their guns. I can even hear a click like a pin had been taken out of grenade. I gulp and listen to the monsters draw closer. How the slither on the grounds like giants snakes and hiss. I dare not breathe. (Sniffing sound) I am ready to bolt but by some power I did not know existed helped me stay in place. (Biting sound, chewing, hissing, burning and animal screaming) I open my eyes and see what Rosalin and the gang told me was true. I am indeed poisonous to these monsters. For a moment there I was certain I had been led to slaughter and was being sacrificed for the masses. I exhale out of relief and hear cheering. Like we had won the war. I smile bitterly and but as I am looking around the heart jumps into my throat. “Look out!” I scream and point in the direction were four monsters jump on superspeed but for some reason I am able to spot them. But it is too late. The four monster jump on their prey and sink their teeth into their screaming victims. Chapter seven
Ah what I wonderful morning. I take a bite out of my breakfast but all of sudden the breakfast bowl with the rise sail from my hand and through the air, right at the wall beside me. (Crashing sound) My eyes follow the trail of the rice and meets furious eyes. I feel like I have been through all this before. Maybe in a dream? Or maybe this is a dream inside a dream? “Are you really going to act like this every time someone of us dies?” The girl screams at me. “Who are you?” I feel like I have seen the girl before. Probably in my past. My heart start hammering in my chest. Must be from fright. She does have a scary expression. “You can’t just erase everything and start at the beginning!” The girl who has yet to tell me her name yells at me:”We are all grieving! We all have to carry the pain!” “I...am confused. Who are you?” She sighs, tell me her name and then the she gives the most unimaginative story I have ever heard. “You are pathetic,” The girl that apparently has the name Rosalin says and hits me in head. (Hitting sound) “Ow, what was that for? How do you expect me to react to a story like that”?” I rub my head. Rosalin shakes her head and says:”We don’t have time for this, moron. We have a war to fight and you are our only ticket out of this hell.” “Me?” (Hitting sound) “Ow!” “Yes, you idiot.” “Well don’t expect me to help you with that attitude....” I stop when I see the fist in the air and wave my hands:”Okay, okay! Jeesh, can’t a man joke?” When I finish my sentence it is as I am taking the surrounding for the first time:”Wait? Am I the only man left?” “Don’t forget me!” The little boy called Gabriel yelled. “Yes, you are the only man left,” Rosalin groans and Gabriel sticks his tongue out. I can’t help smiling when the positive outcome of this ordeal. I am alone with four woman. “Don’t you dare smile,” Rosalin hissed and hit me. “Ow...sorry...” I hang my head in shame.
We decided not to risk everything and carefully look for the monster queen. We were onli six left, counting little Gabriel who always stayed home with Azirathel. I still can’t believe Azirathel was all this time Duck. According to what Rosalin tells me I keep losing my memories. (Light, darkness, one of the teammates disappears) (Light, darkness, one of the teammates disappears) Suddenly there are only four of us left. I, Gabriel, Kyoko and Rosalin. Rosalin tells me the story each time my memories seemed to whisked away into oblivion. I thank her. I don’t know how I could survive in this world if not for her support. To survive we break into grocery stores and steal the food. I have no idea how many days this has been going on. Rosalin tells me it has been over a month but to me it all feels like the same day. How can we win like this? I feel like I have hit the reset button each my teammates disappear. No, this can’t go on like this any longer. I must take the stand. I must fight for the others to survive. I must give myself up. “We got a small clue,” Kyoko says one day. “Great, let’s hear it.” For once I am eating my breakfast in peace along with the surviving team members. “We think the monster queen has a resident in one of abandoned buildings,” Kyoko says. “Which building?” “The tallest building in the city.” Kyoko says and points to the air. “What clues?” I ask. “The building is alway frozen unlike the others that only freeze when the monster come into view.” “Thank you Kyoko. These are great news. So I will only have to barge in there and thrust that monster with my sword?” Room became deadly silent until I yelled:”What I did not mean it sexually!” “No, that is not the reason for our silence.” Kyoko says offended. “Oh, it is not?” I look at Rosalin in disbelief. “Of course not. It’s not that simple...” Rosalin blushed and added quickly:”I mean you can’t just invade the monster nest and assume everything will be fine.” “Why? I am immune to this monster. I am toxic to the them.” “I will not allow you to go in there all by yourself!” Rosalin slammed the table. “Why? Technically I am the only one who won’t be putting myself in danger by...” I couldn’t get any further. Rosalin pulled on my collar and drew me close to her in a kiss. (Kissing sound)
After what felt like an eternity she finally release me and says:”Because I am in love with you moron!” And she kisses me again. I had not expected this. I just stared at her and my expression must have fit perfectly the image she had of me as an idiot. The moron she is in love with. “I...love...too...” When I say those words I realise how true they are. Even though I am always loving...eh losing my memories she had stayed by my side all this time. And even though I have alway pressed the reset button my feeling for her have been kept strong. Even though I forget about her each and every time. Chapter eight The love of my life had refused to leave my side and she scans the area with weary eyes. “Everything is clear,” Rosalin whispers and waves at me to come forwards. We walk softly on our toes. There are monsters everywhere in sight but somehow we managed to sneak past them through a long tube. This building truly is a monster nest. They seem to be sleeping but thanks to information Kyoko had gathered for us we knew that they sleep during the heat of the day. We have till nightfall to kill the monster queen. Correction I have till dawn breaks to kill her. For reason unknown to me I am the only one who can slay that monster. Azirathel in his cat form verified this for me but won’t tell me the details. We haven't even told me how I can kill her. That bastard. But I am glad we can trust him to keep little Gabriel save. Everything is riding on this mission. Apparently the monster queen has black hair. I was the only one who had seen here and that was the only description I had given that time. Couldn’t I have been a little more specific? Though of course, none of the other monsters has hair but it’s easier said than done to find a mob of black hair in this sea of black monsters. “Do you really not remember anything more detailed?” Kyoko whispers and I shake my head. “Try honey.” Rosalin smiles encouragingly at me and press my hand gently. I close my eyes and travel back to that day I saw that monster gobble up my sister. “Help me brother.” My sister whispered faintly in my memory. I am sorry I couldn’t save you at that time. I was too late. But the least I can do to honour your memory is kill that monster once and for all. So tell me sister. Can you help me and give me vital information on that monster?
“Argh!” I hold my head when an ear splitting pain grabs it. “Honey? What is wrong?” Rosalin pulled me into her arms and stroke my hair. The lavender smell of her hair helped to calm me down. I raise myself up from her big bosom though I would gladly have given my life up for more time here, had the circumstances been different. “Nothing. I only felt like I had forgotten something major.” I kiss her on the top of her head. Something bigger than life. I was glad my untimely scream hadn’t woken up any of the monsters. Then everything would have been for nothing. “We have searched everywhere. Are you sure this is the place Kyoko?” I ask while I breathe cold air. “Yes...can’t you feel the bone-chilling tension in the air?” She answers and hugs herself to keep something of the warm from escaping from her. “She must be hiding somewhere. Somewhere we can’t reach her.” Rosalin says and points to a crack in the wall. I lean to it and try to peek in:”Damn it. I can’t see anything. The hole is too small.” I glance at the girls:”Can’t we make it bigger?” “And risk waking up the monsters? Fat chance.” Kyoko says. “But maybe there is a another bigger hole.” Rosalin say and move her hands against the wall:”Ah, there is one.” She point down to a small hole. Small enough for a child to crawl through. (Picture of the hole) “Humm, it’s the same problem. How about I break it up?” I flex my arms. “Wait!” Rosalin said in angry whisper:”You will wake up the monsters.” She points in the direction of the sleeping monsters. “Yes, and then I will just be bait for them while you escape.” “No way.” Rosalin shakes her head forcefully. “Oh, come on. That is the only way sweetey. We have to get through there.” “He does have point.” Kyoko says. “But..” Rosalin begins but I interrupt:”Don’t worry you two can escape and after I have killed the monsters. I will check on the monster queen and kill her. Peace of cake.” “But!”
“And if there is no monster queen. Well that will suck but that just mean will have to keep looking no harm done, except of course I will have killed tons of monsters.” I grin from ear to ear. “This can’t be that simple...” Rosalin whispers. “Rosalin, you must trust the leader. The only reason we went with him in the first place was because you wanted to keep him safe.” Kyoko points accusing finger at Rosalin who back up to the wall. “I...I...” “This will be alright.” I take my hands in hers and look her straight in the eyes. “O...okay..” Rosalin finally relented. “I and Kyoko will go home then...” “That would make everything much easier.” I smile and Kyoko runs after my command, but still manages to run so quietly that none of the monsters wake up. “I will go then...” Rosalin takes a step forward but turns to me:”Please come home.” “I will.” I say and continue smiling. I couldn’t show her my true feelings. I wait till I hear Rosalin has gone away. “Okay. It’s is go time. Time to finish this.” I flex my muscles but I was about to hit the wall full force with my fist, I notice the gun in my belt. “Silly me. Of course I will use this. That will be much faster.” (Gunshot) (Gunshot ricketts of a wall) “Shit! I forgot about the recoil.” I duck my head in time but the watch with horror how the bullet ricketts from the wall till it lands in one of the monsters. (Monster growling) And it is not happy. “Oh...shit...oh well...I had expected this.” I turn with my jelly legs to the monsters who have all woken up. Despite all my big talk I am scared shitless of these monsters. Never mind the fact that they don’t seem to be able to kill me. But what if that had changed? So many other things had changed. The monsters lunged at me and just manage to duck in time. Although I am indestructible to them, I am certainly not going to make things any easier for them. I grab my gun as other monsters charge towards me. (Shooting sounds)
(Animal screaming) And the monster falls wounded to the ground. It is not dead but at least it come across as imobile. More monsters thrust towards me and I shoot and shoot, not sure whether or not any of the bullets will hit them. Rosalin would kill me if she saw how I wasted these shoots. But I can’t help it. My shaking finger keeps pulling the trigger once more. I can only describe my feeling as being inside a videogame full of zombies. My only wish it to go home to the others. I can’t fail. (Clicking sound, like when one has run out of bullets) “Oh god no...this can’t be happening.” I keep pulling the trigger and always hear that blasted sound. Petrified I watch the monsters wriggle to me. (Animal growling) I stand completely frozen when the monsters take a mouthful of me. “Aaaaghhh!” In spite of the fact I can’t call fully to mind the instances when the monster have chewed on me before. I seem to be able to reminisce on the subject of matter about these time and none of them had this excruciating pain. The pain is piercing me all over, from the shoulder blade to my toes. (Blood dripping sound) I don’t remember either there ever being a time where I bled. I would certainly remember things like that. I remember everything far too vividly where there is blood. I am going to pass out at any moment. I think I see a light at the tunnel. (Another biting sound) “Aaagagghah...” I am bleeding from the shoulder. I am losing too much of my vital fluid. I try to shake that monster of me but it just keep digging it fangs deeper in me. I had no idea you could feel so much pain. My sight is going darker by the minute. So I am really dying? I feel like I have waited for this moment for so long. I close my eyes and wait for what my fate has always had in store for me. Ever since that time I was born as one of the devil children. (Gunshot)
(Animal screaming and howling in pain) Chapter nine “Honey! Honey!” Through my blackened vision I can see Rosalin. Did she die too? I can still feel the stabbing pain but it seems to have lessened some. I rub the ground and feel it’s softness. It’s like it satin? I open my eyes. Rosalin, Kyoko, Gabriel and Azirathel as a cat all stare at me with worry in there eyes. Was the thing with the monsters only bad dream? I choke when Rosalin jumps around my neck and screams:”YOU IDIOT!” With tears streaming down her face. “What happened?” I ask when I get the ability to breathe again. “I told you couldn’t face these monster alone.” Rosalin scolds me. “I am sorry. I would never have agreed to it, had I not thought you could handle it.” Kyoko says and bows her head. “Don’t be sorry. It was entirely my fault.” (Slapping sound) I rub my chin and look apologetically to Rosalin who hisses:”What were you thinking by using the gun as way to break open the hole?” “I thought it would take lesser time. I totally forgot about the recoil.” “Silly, silly child,” Cat Azirathel says and shakes his head. “What hole, Pa?” Gabriel ask and sits on the bed. Over the time he had started to call me Pa and although I think I am too young to be father, I couldn’t say no to those eyes. “The hole where the monster queen is living,” Kyoko says. “The monster queen? Have you finally found here?” Gabriel jumps on the bed in delight but stops as soon as Azirathel scolds him. “We can’t say. It was only speculation. We couldn’t get in there.” I say. “Why, Pa?” Gabriel asks. “Because the hole is too small.” I say. “But I am small...though of course I will get big one day...but can’t I fit through the hole?” “Absolutely not!” All the adults say in chorus. “But why not, Pa?” Gabriel asks. “Because it is too dangerous.” I answer. “But you are always doing dangerous stuff.” Gabriel pouts. “Yes, but that is because I am an adult and I am doing these things for your future Gabriel.” I ruffle his hair.
“I don’t want you to do this for my future. I just want you to be by my side. Please don’t leave Pa.” Gabriel cuddled me. I felt a bang in the heart. I really wish I wouldn’t have to leave but I was not just doing it for his sake. I was doing it for humanity. “I will think about.” I embraced him without thinking. I grimaced. I had forgotten about my deep wound. I had to be careful or the stitches would come loose. “Azirathel?” I said when all were going to leave the room and give me some time to rest. “Yes?” Cat Azirathel walked back into the room. He changed into his form and closed the door. “What is it my boy?” My guardian sits down on my bed. “Does that mean we are going to lose?” I ask in much smaller voice that I had first intended. But I must admit I did feel as lost as when my parents died. My sister and Azirathel had been there for me at that time, but now that she was gone I only had Azirathel left. I hoped he would give me a proper answer. I need to hear the truth. “Yes,” Azirathel says. Although I had asked for the truth, it hurts so much more than I could possibly imagine. I gasp for air. This hurts so much more than my wound does. “So there is no hope?” I ask and prepare for the worst. Everything is lost. “Not necessarily.” “What, but you said that I would lose.” “I never said that was written in stars, my boy.” “So there is hope?” I could feel a big lift being scooped out of my chest. “Yes, but it is very small.” “Let’s hear it.” “You must find the monster queen in the next two day and kill her.” “Two days? Is that the deadline?” “Yes, I am afraid so. She grows stronger everyday.” “Was that the reason for I am not immune to the monsters?” “Yes.” “But, how? How can we get to her? Do you know where she is?” “Yes, she is inside that hole.” “I could all have been over today, had I not been this stupid? Is that what you are saying?” “Yes, considering your injuries I would say that there is no chance of you healing in time to battle her.” “You said there was hope!” “Yes, but very small one. In fact a tiny one.” Azirathel nods to the door. “Tiny? There must be some way for me to heal faster. Can’t you heal me Azirathel?” “I am demon, not an angel.” “Sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you.”
“I was not offended. I was mainly stating the facts, that is all.” “So there is no hope after all? We are all going to die?” (Clapping sound) “Of course my boy, but that is part of life.” Azirathel clapps on my bed and stands up adding:”I wouldn’t waste my last time in depression. I strongly advise to enjoy this two last day to the fullest but foremost be sure to heal completely.” Azirathel walks briskly to the door and opens it to reveal Gabriel who looks frighten at the stranger, that suddenly appeared in their apartment. “Oh, I see you assistance is needed. Or rather comfort.” Azirathel pushes little Gabriel forward and closed the door behind him. “Gabriel...” I don’t not what to say. How on earth can I comfort this little guy when I have lost all hope. He walks to me with his eyes full of tears:”Is is true Dad? Are we all going to die?” It startles me when he calls me out of the blue Dad. Pa of course meant the same, but it was somehow not as close in the meaning. Without warning I could feel the full burden of that name. “Come here Gabriel,” I pat on the bed and Gabriel obeys and jumps into it and cuddles to me. “The truth is that we are all going to die sometime. That has never changed.” “It hasn’t?” Little Gabriel looks up to me with his innocent eyes. I shake my head:”No, the only things that has changed it that we know when we are going to die. Not many humans get that privilege.” “Who was that guy?” Gabriel makes a face like he has smelled something bad. It takes me a moment to understand who Gabriel is referring to. Of course, he has never seen Azirathel true form. “A demon,” I answer and try to be a partial as possible. “Ah,” Is Gabriel’s only answer. “So you see Gabriel, there are not so many drawback to the concept of dying. Take for instance the fact that you will be able to see everyone again.” “Even mom?” “Even your mom.” I smile reassuringly and strangely I can feel my mood brighten in this little talk with Gabriel. Children truly are the treasure of this world. Gabriel smiles brightly, cuddles closer to me and closes his eyes, preparing himself for a peaceful sleep. “One question Gabriel?” “Uhumm.” Gabriel murmurs. “What about your dad?”
“You are my dad.” “No, I mean your really dad.” Gabriel yawns:”I never had a dad. You are my only dad.” He looks up and says:”And would do everything for you. The smile melts every doubt I had about this life. Soon we both fall asleep in each other arms. (Darkness) (Snoring) (Snoring stops, like someone is choking) “Wow, I must have fallen asleep. I am sorry Gabriel...” I look to my side and see that Gabriel is gone. He must have been hungry. As soon as I finish that thought my stomach growls. I better get me something to eat. I climb out of bed and stretch my arms into the air. All stress is gone from my body. It’s a beautiful day.
Chapter ten The end “What, no not again. Have you lost your memories again?” Rosalin looks aggravated. “What, no? Can’t I have breakfast without you assuming that?” I say laughing and take a bit of a cereal. (Crunching sound) Rosalin breath of relief:”Oh thank god. Does this also mean you know where Gabriel is?” “Gabriel?” I ask through mouthful of cereal. I thought he was with you.” “No. I haven’t seen him all day.” “All day? How long have I been sleeping?” I nearly choke on my cereal and cough. Rosalin hits me in the back till I can breathe normally again:”Several hours. Night will soon be up on us.” “What do you mean by you haven’t seen Gabriel the whole day?” I feel a sinking thought coming to my mind. Oh, please let it not true. Everything but that. “Well, after he had slept most of the day. He asked if he could take Azirathel for a walk.” “Azirathel is a cat not a dog.” “But that doesn’t mean he can’t have fresh air.” “So you let Gabriel go out where there are monsters!” I slammed my hands on the table. (Slamming sound)
“I couldn’t forbid him. I am not his mother. Beside Azirathel would make sure he wouldn’t go too far. I told him to stay in the backyard but when I checked just now I couldn’t see them anywhere. “No...no...please don’t tell me he went over there...” I grab my head. “Where?” “To the monster queen?” “Why on earth would he do that? He can’t do anything against her...he...o, no. You don’t think.” Rosalin grabs my hands. “Yes, I am afraid that he had gone through that blasted hole!” I grab my jacket and am heading out, when I feel a tug on my arm. “You are not going alone.” “Rosalin...” I whine. “No, you can’t go alone in your condition. I am coming with you.” “Me too.” Kyoko suddenly appears. “But girls this is dangerous.” “It’s far more dangerous for us to let you trigger happy go than us who actually can shoot.” Kyoko says angrily and don’t dare object. Although the monster nest is not that far way, I have never felt any journey as long. Please be safe. Please be safe. “I would do everything for you.” Gabriel in his memoires smiled. Gabriel, how could you think...no maybe he is not even there...but I can feel it. It is like a can feel that his presence is near. I can feel that Azirathel is right around the corner. Azirathel you traitor! How could you let a little boy take on such a big burden on himself. You truly are a demon! (Running sounds) (Slamming doors) (Angry animal growling) The whole pack of monsters greets us with their lovely smiles and teeths. But I couldn’t care less. I must find Gabriel before it is too late. If it is not already too...late. No I can’t think like that. I must think positive. I can’t give up all hope. I can’t! I throw away all the images of Gabriel being chewed to bits and crying out his lungs. No, this won’t be the outcome. I won’t lose more people. I won’t!
I run to the hole and to my horror it has grown in size. No...big of enough for me to crawl through. I jump on my four legs and crawl as fast as I can over the bones. Please be safe. Please be safe. Please be safe. Safe, safe, safe, safe. Live! But then I hear something that lets my blood curl. Screaming. No! No! I jump on my legs and run as fast as the stitches allow me. Not I run much faster. I will worry about the stitches later. Gabriel’s safety comes first. (Screaming and crying) No! Before my eyes Gabriel hangs between the teeths of the biggest monster I have seen so far. He is so small that he reminds of clothes on a railing. Clothes that are being ripped apart. “Gabriel!” I yell and run so quickly I can feel the taste of iron in my mouth. “Dad!” Gabriel screams:”Help me!” “I will! I am coming to your rescue! Let go of him you filthy monster!” I scream with rage and the monster that so far had all concentration on it’s little prey, looks towards. I jump. That monster had the saddest eyes I had ever seen. “Brrr...Brr.....” The monster says and flings the Gabriel into my arms. I was stunned into silence. I had not expected that monster to obey me. It looks at me through it’s black mob. “Bro..Bro..” Is it trying to say brother? No, that can’t be. For a second I was going to thank the monster, more as reflex through good manners but sincerity. Nevertheless, I say instead:”Scram! Never come back before my sight again!” “Brr...Broot...” The monster looks at me sadly, like it was some cute little kitten I just scolded for peeing on the carpet instead of bloodthirsty monster who had eaten everything in it’s side.
“SCRAM!” I yell while I cling fast to Gabriel who is covered in blood and throw water from the puddle on the monster. “Brr...” The monster queen blinks and for a moment I think I can see I tear in her eyes. Must be from the water I splashed on her. The monster turns from away and goes deep into it’s cave. “Gabriel, I will get you out of there.” “Why didn’t you kill the monster, Pa?” The question startles me. Yes, why indeed. “I have to get you to safety.” I try to look for a exit big of enough for me to walk through and I spot on ahead. “Why didn’t you kill her? Then everything would be over now.” Gabriel continues asking while I run towards the exit. “I have to save you first!” I say I litte bit forcefully and run towards the sound of gunshots. The girls clearly know how to reload with no amount of time. (Shooting sounds) “Don’t you understand dad, that I am already dead?” “What are you talking about Gabriel. You can’t give up hope yet.” I scold and wave to the girls that notice me and don’t seize in their shooting. “This is all a game.” “You found him!” Rosalin yells happily and but gasps when she sees the blood:”Oh, no...” “Yes! We have to get him out of here.” “Yes, of course. I and Kyoko will shoot you way out. (Shooting and running sounds) I can feel the life drain away from Gabriel. I try not to think about the fact that all that have been bitten by that monsters beside me, die shortly after. Becomes nothing. But there must be exceptions. Just like how I was nearly dead by being bitten by them. Yes, this will be an exception. “Dad, I am disappearing.” I dare not look down and only think about getting to the exit. He can still be saved. He will be saved. I will take care of him. “Dad, I am dying.” “No, you are not. Stop telling lies.”
“I am not lying. I am going away.” “Stay with me. The exit is not so far away. This will be alright.” “Bye dad. I will never forget about you.” “GABRIEL!” The girls looks up in fright when they hear my screaming. “Gabriel come back. Please don’t leave me. GABRIEL!” Suddenly my hands were empty. I hear nothing, I can feel nothing. Except rage. I look up into the ceiling and through the crack there comes down rays of sunlight that illuminates my face. “I will never forget you Gabriel. I look down and make fist:”You will be revenged.” I wake up with a startle. What a nightmare. This must have been because of the talk with Gabriel. Rosalin sits on the bed with me. “Where is Gabriel? He must be hungry.” I look around. Rosalin chokes up. “What is wrong?” “Gabriel...is dead.” I could feel a thunder in my ears. No, it was nightmare. Why else would I wake up in bed. “What happened?” I try to control my shaky voice. “After you passed out, after Gabriel’s death. I carried you on my back and...and...” “What happened?” “Kyoko was attacked from the behind. I couldn’t help I was carrying you. I had to listen to her screams...while she was...” Rosalin broke down in tears. I embraced her and said:”I am so sorry. This is all my fault...I don’t know why I keep fainting...you should just have left me and saved Kyoko.” “I could never..beside poor Kyoko was already disintegrating before my eyes. There was nothing I could do...she was already dead.” “I know sweetie. I don’t blame you. But I know about I way to stop this.” Rosalin looks up and when I have her full attention I continue:”I saw the monster queen.” “You saw her and survived...couldn’t you kill her?” “Yes, I couldn’t kill her. I was too worried about Gabriel but for his memory and everyone else that have died..wait where is Azirathel?” “He is dead.”
“Azirathel is dead?” I did not know demons could die. Was he also referring to himself when he talked about dying? I feel sad when it sinks in that everyone except me and Rosalin are dead. “Yes..” “We can’t grieve. Let’s go on monster hunting.” I pick up the sword by pillow. “But what can we do? Isn’t everything over? Nothing will change.” “I keep thinking this all some kind of bad dream and by slaying the monster queen everyone will come back.” “Do you really think so?” “It’s worth a try. But I rather want to die trying than never knowing the truth. “I agree.” Far too quickly I stand in home of monster queen. “Come out! Come out! Where ever you are!” I yell like this is some kind of children’s game. (Slithering sound) “There you are.” I turn around, draw my sword and take my stand:”It is time to end this.” The monster looks at me with this sad eyes. But I won’t be swayed. I will kill here this time. Maybe Gabriel wouldn’t have died had I done it, or Kyoko, Azirathel or the other. My sister would finally rest in peace. “Brr..brro...t..th...er.” I must be hearing things or this must be some kind of technique for the monster to fool me. Yes, that must be it. “Are you ready?” Rosalin asks like I was about to participate in a big soccer game or something, but not the biggest game of our lives. Or the fact that I would need some convincing to kill the biggest threat to our lives. “As ready as I could ever be.” I swing my sword. My hand tremble from fear or excitement or even both. I have waited for the moment so long. But suddenly the monster queen bolts for her hideout and grabs Rosalin with her teeth. “Rosalin!” I had taken far too much time. I have to kill the monster now. “KIll HER! KILL HER!” Rosalin screams.
I lunge forward but just as I am about to stab the monster queen a memory swims to the surface...
-Choose ending -Brother’s ending (if he had won) -Sister’s ending. (if she had won) One of them is the true ending.