I have no idea how I came up with this crap:
Easy to Approach
The boy was easy to approach.
It was at an odd time, when most were either at work or school, although I doubted that even in any other times, that any came this way. There was a general stink around us, garbage dropped and left here where no sanitarian would go. It was probably through my walks and a few bag ladies that a path actually existed through the crap. Naturally, I knew that the gentle roar of cars would cover my footsteps and the towering buildings provided me a satisfying shade in which to conceal myself. This was my territory. He wouldn’t notice me until I was directly behind him.
Today, however, I had worn high-heels. I usually don’t. They were awkward and uncomfortable, I could never move properly with them constantly setting me off balance. Even worse, each step sounded like a gunshot even with the passing cars, it was a miracle that the boy hadn’t heard me yet.
And I don’t know what had possessed me to wear a dress either, it was just as horrible as the shoes. Every step had me wondering and worrying, would I fall or would I lose my dignity to a stray breeze? I couldn’t help but wish for my old high-tops, jeans and shirt. No doubt, I’d be able to walk properly rather than moving as if I were on stilts.
Clumsily walking as I did, the boy moved slower, still.
He hadn’t worriedly looked behind like the others did. Usually, when the children went through here, it was on a dare, a prank or sometimes just by chance. The boy however, didn’t follow pattern when he found himself in the middle of a strange alleyway, he didn’t fret or tremble like his forerunners’ did. Wet his pants or scream or fall or anything, he was abnormally normal. He moved casually, his hands swaying nicely and evenly and his feet falling easily into an almost perfect monotone pattern. Looking at him only yards away, the boy could have been walking around his house. He was perfectly calm and I felt irked at that.
It made me wonder if the boy went through alleys often, though surely not this one. This lane, tarnished with grime, sewage and impurities belonged only to me. I knew every worthless nook and cranny in this miniature wasteland.
I was close enough to touch the boy now, if I stretched out my arm I could reach and wrap my entire hand around his slim neck.
And still he wouldn’t turn around.
Had he not heard me?
I reached out to grab him, but my hand stopped just short of his head, I hesitated. It didn’t feel right. It was so out of pattern, so out of order, it simply felt wrong to still try and proceed.
The boy should at least notice me. It was almost insulting that he had not felt my presence, especially when I had dressed as extravagant and impractical as I had. Surely I deserved some attention, doing what I do. But no, the boy continued simply on, moving in that simple automatic way that had begun to disturb me. The boy’s arms and legs fell perfectly together, never missing a beat, always keeping up with the rhythm, never once falling behind or speeding up.
Just that constant, slow and mechanical walk.
Was he really human?
I blinked at the thought. It was ridiculous, what else could the boy be? Still, it bothered me, the boy was simply so out of ordinary. It itched at me terribly and I found my hands trembling for whatever reason. They shook and vibrated violently and I barely managed my gait.
Slowly, I inhaled and fought for my sanity.
There was nothing wrong, if anything, everything was going perfectly, I reassured myself, the boy hasn’t seen you yet, so make him see. A faint and familiar smile touched my lips and my arm shot out and gripped the boy solidly by the neck. With practiced motions, I retracted him back, forcibly pulling him closer to me till his head rested on my chest.
Though there was no whimper or scream as there should have been, I grimly continued. I turned my body and pushed the boy hard against the wall, my hand still firmly wrapped around his neck, pinning him there. With my free hand, I produced a butterfly knife, a weapon I successfully hidden in a small pocket. A flicker of my hand and the blade became revealed, somehow catching a light to shine in this pitch-black abyss.
The light glanced over the boy’s face and I opened my mouth in horror, but found that air escaped me, no sound came from my empty screams. My hands jolted back, flinching at the thought of embrace of the boy and my precious blade fell harmlessly to the floor whilst my hands shook the air desperately. My fingers arched, clawing madly at the particles that emptied noiselessly from my lungs.
I gasped violently, but no breath would come, no sudden rush of cool air which would appease my slowly starving brain cells.
My vision blurred, hazed, doubled, clouded, filled with murk and some black steam, yet I could still the boy clearly. I pitched over and retched, scattering my lunch across the muddy pavement, but the boy paid it no mind as he stepped through it and thoughtfully helped me stand straight.
I saw a faint curve below the boy’s nose and realized he was smiling and then… speaking. Carefully, but strikingly clearly, the boy was speaking, “Anon, I wouldst arrive straight away, Gilded Sibling, hath it not been for this maiden. Fear not, lest I be simple enough, thou shall gaze upon my ascending figure momentarily.” The boy laughed and I flinched at the sound of it, but he paid no mind to my jerking motions as he leaned to pick up the knife I had dropped earlier before. “Behold, Gilded Brother, mark the virgin, note the twitch and flutter of heart. She swings erratically, but of no real concern, brewing it to become my own duty to oversee her.” The boy moved his hand swiftly through the butterfly knife, cleanly pulling out the blade just as I had and he slowly edged the blade to the tip of my temple. “Oversee no longer, I will. The cur has gained too much thought, the mind must end for her.” Than the boy looked me in the eyes, finally, staring me straight in the face and smiled. “Do not cower, thou shan’t faint away meaninglessly, thy death has purpose. Many cannot say the same for their own, graced thou are with good fortune, thy shall be kept in remembrance forevermore.” The boy gave another gentle smile and the blade slid into my head with simple ease, cutting effortlessly inside. There was a brief moment of shock and realization, but I found my body completely unable to respond, it would not move no matter how much I urged, even my heart seemed to stop. I could feel nothing of my body, all that was left was my sight and hearing and I distinctly heard the butterfly knife leaving my skull with a sickly sound and saw the crescent my body made as it fell. There was a wet thud and I would have shivered and screamed in disgust that my head had actually touched the filth-ridden floor, but still, my body refused to respond and I gave a hopeless scream in my mind.
“Let this be my final words unto you.” The boy said, the smile now gone, replaced with perfect seriousness. “Rigid, the mind and body may be, groundless, the soul and spirit may be, but forever life will be. Fear not Death, and you shall indeed, Live.”
I stared at him, filled with rage, and pulled a grimace onto my face. My body racked with pain suddenly, my nerves seemed to snap and my muscles twist, but I finally managed to breath again, oxygen meeting my lungs finally and I glared up at the small boy with renewed spirit.
The boy’s eye lit with alarm and surprise for the first time and I couldn’t help but giving a feeble grin at it. I still had the old charm.
“How blasphemous,” the boy yelled surprisingly loudly and he took out the butterfly knife again. “Thou still has not met Death? I tell you, blubbering simpleton, this is the most harmless method to meet the scythe… or… would you prefer more painful means?”
I tried to move, to get up and strangle the freakish brat, put an end to his annoying self-centered speech, but my body still failed me. Already, my body burned as if it were on fire with each breath. The most threatening thing I could manage was a decrepit glare while my head lay on its side in a putrid mess.
The boy however, seemed to acknowledge the stare I gave him and he frowned gravely. “Very well, it’ll be the latter then. Though I can’t understand, for the life of me, why you would be so stubborn. No matter, Death becomes us all, foolish maiden. Die imme…”
“What hast become of you, Silver Brother?”
The boy turned around suddenly and saluted sharply at the figure that had appeared just to the right of us. It was hard looking at them with my head tilted at such an angle, but I could still see clearly enough that the new figure was identical to the boy who stood before me.
“Well, Silver Brother? Care to divulge what information thou hast received?” The strange new boy asked.
“Yes, Gilded Brother!” The boy shouted, still saluting. “I was my proceeding to return to the rift, but the scarlet woman distracted me. I then decided she had studied too much and she must cease all bodily functions for the sake of many more.”
The boy called Gilded Brother nodded, still maintaining his calm smile. “A wise decision, but she lives still, why?”
“I had pierced her skull with a butterfly knife at point 37 of the human brain at a 90 degree angle, but despite what the manual indicates she has not perished in 8.62379002 seconds after the attack.”
Gilded Brother laughed and my body exploded in pain as I twitched in horror at the sound. It was like a twisted bark accompanied by a thousand screeching nails across a blackboard. “I have not known you to fail, Silver Brother. This ‘scarlet woman’ must be one of the projected identities we were to investigate. Revive her, Silver Brother, inspection will occur in the anteroom, ensure that she reaches there.”
“Yes, Gilded Brother.” The boy said and he pulled his arm away from the salute finally and rounded on me, his hands quickly covering my eyes, blacking out the dimly lit alley and enveloping me into a darkness I could not hope to comprehend.
Soon enough, I had fallen asleep.