Thoughts Of The Past

My gun trembled in my hands, as I tried with every muscle I had to keep it steady and aimed at the door. I took a few steps back until I hit a solid barrier. I then sank to the floor, my back glued to the wall.

I was beyond terrified. Drac’s never travelled alone, it was always a huge group of them, and I was in no position to fight them all. Hell, I was in no state to fight even one.

The knocking stopped suddenly, and I knew I was fucked. They have me surrounded, I know it. It wont be long now until one of them kicks the door down and they all begin to pour in. The only thing I could do now was wait, and maybe blow a few of their heads off before they take me again. Now that I’m old enough, once they get me they’ll change me into one of them, and make me turn against my own people. I’ve seen it happen before, and that day I swore on my life that I would never be one of them. Never would I let my brainwashed self turn other people into Drac’s. Never would I kill another innocent soul.

Poison taught me well. I smirked, the thought relaxing me a little. Killing innocent people, that’s what caught him off guard. He never expected the drac’s to look so… human.

At least I’d be with them soon.

“Missile. I know you’re in there.”

That sound.

That voice.

Oh, that’s just low.

I fired a warning shot in the air and watched it disintegrate into the ceiling. It made the usual high-pitched ‘pew’ sound. You could tell when one was being fired, like someone firing a regular pistol years ago.

“How fucking stupid do you think I am, Korse?” I forced myself to swallow my screams of fury, spitting out this acidic statement instead. I knew Korse wasn’t really out there, but he was always watching from the sidelines, too much of a pussy to come and face me himself. He loved being the center of attention, so why not give it to him?

But how dare he. How dare he use the people I loved- the people he killed- to coax me out of my sanctuary.

Never would I kill another innocent soul. The promise crept back into my mind, and I knew what had to be done. No more murder. No more violence, no more death. Not for me, anyways. I clutched my gun in my right hand as I turned it away from the door. I held the gun nose-up and positioned the barrel comfortably under my chin. I imagined Korse’s finger on the trigger. If he wanted me so badly that he would resort to this kind of tactic, he could drag me away in a body bag.

“Sweetheart, come on. Open up.”

I tried fighting back tears as another horrendous flashback swam through my mind.

My tiny hands clutched my stomach as it bubbled and yelled at me once again. I pulled my knees up to my chest and rubbed my soft belly, lightly shushing it, like it would hear me and listen to what I said.

I can’t remember the last time Mommy made me lunch, but it’s been a while. I remember a nice blonde lady, Angel; she had picked me up a long time ago and placed me in my pink flowery closet. She told me to stay quiet and to not move a muscle. Her voice sounded mean, like my babysitters when I stayed up past my bedtime, but she looked scared. I nodded my head and sat down. She gave me a really big blanket and told me if I ever heard someone in the house, then to use it to hide myself. She then handed me Mr. Bunny, my pink stuffed teddy bear that she’d gotten me last month for my fifth birthday. She kissed my forehead and closed the door, reminding me again to not leave the room. I heard really loud yelling and then a lot of banging, so I closed my ears and hid under my soft blankie.

I started to cough, my breath coming out in raspy gasps. I was really thirsty, and started to feel dizzy. My pants were damp and smelled really bad. I listened to her like a good girl and hadn’t left my closet yet, even though I really had to go to the bathroom again. I swallowed, my throat so dry it was sticking together, it hurt really bad. I clutched onto my bear and turned the doorknob. I heard it click and creak as it slowly opened, as if inviting me to the outside. I would be really quick; I would grab my juice box and some crackers, and then go potty. I would be so fast; Angel wouldn’t even know I left.

I rushed to my kitchen and struggled getting the fridge door open, finally grabbing it with both of my hands and tugging hard, falling back into my soiled pants as it flew open. I stretched my neck up high; my juice was all the way on the top shelf. That’s where my sitter had put it so I couldn’t spoil my dinner. I jumped up, trying to reach it but I was just too short. One day I’ll be tall enough to reach it. One day.

I heard the doorknob rattle violently and screamed at the top of my lungs as a pale figure walked through. They couldn’t know that I left my closet; they’d tell Angel! I darted back to my little room and hid under the blanket, hoping they didn’t see me.

The person walked into my room, checking under the bed, then peeking through the window. I’d kept the closet door open just a crack; He didn’t look like anyone I knew. He had long black hair, too long for a regular boy. He had a black and yellow jacket on that the sun bounced off of. My eyes widened and I gasped. He had a gun! I shut my closet door and clung to Mr. Bunny. I buried my face into my blanket when I heard the door slowly creak open. The stranger stood there, a soft smile on his face.

“Hi, sweetheart.” I stayed silent. I wasn’t supposed to talk to strangers.

“I’m Fun Ghoul. Angel said I’d find you here.” Angel? I poked my head up.

“She told me not to leave, and to not let anyone see me.” I croaked, my voice weak and crackled from dehydration.

“Well she told me where you were, so I could come find you.” He held his hand out, and I placed my tiny one in his.

“Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”

I blinked a few times, crawling back to reality. How long have I been out? The Drac’s hadn’t broken in yet, unusual for them. Usually if things didn’t go their way, they’d just kill you. Like they did Fun Ghoul. Like they did with all of them.

The door opened slightly and I pointed my gun back towards it, finger on the trigger. If there’s any chance in Hell that this voice is genuine… I just needed to know. Even if it was just some Drac’s fucking with my mind- If my boys were watching my from above, they would kill me if I offed myself without a fight.

“Micah please-“

“You don’t get to call me that. Say one more word and I’ll blow your fucking brains out. You killed… You killed them!” Fuck. I broke down again, struggling to scream and sound serious through my broken sobs.

Wait. Micah? The only people who call me that are….

I blinked away tears and I saw a gloved hand poke out from behind the door. It held a bright green ray gun by the nose, a color that was all too familiar to me. The hand slowly crept towards the ground, placing the weapon on the floor and sliding it in my direction. It skidded across the hard cement floor and nudged my foot. I quickly scooped it up and aimed it back at the door, now pointing two pistols at the ‘stranger’. My breathing was light and ragged, anxiety and disbelief tightening my lungs at the same time.

The stranger kept their hands in my view, then softly nudged the door with their foot.

I dropped both of the guns instantly. My vision was very blurry from all of my heavy sobbing, which was now getting worse: But there was no mistaking that pale face, jet black hair, and yellow jacket that had saved my life 10 years ago.

“Oh my-” I sobbed, my voice cracking to the point where I couldn’t finish my sentence. My mental state shattered completely right then and there. I was an emotional wreck, not that either of us cared, anyways. He took two giant, rushed steps and scooped my up, crushing me in a desperate hug. I heard him utter a huge sigh of relief through my sniffles and silent cries.

We held each other for what seemed like an eternity, his shoulder soaked with my tears.

“Oh, sweetheart. It’s been too long. Where are Angel and the others?” He continued to hold me as he moved us and sat on my bed, not noticing the bright red stained sheets or the burgundy-splotched towel in the corner. . He was only focused on me, myself, and I- a feat I was eternally grateful for.

I trembled in his arms, my body refusing to calm down. “You- you died. You were dead I saw you!” I buried my head in his shoulder and allowed all my pent up emotions to drip from my eyes and disappear into his yellow sleeves. I avoided his question, I didn’t want to talk about how she betrayed my all those years ago.

I pulled my long sleeve up, examining my scabbed wrist before rolling it back down again. Maybe, just maybe I could do this after all.

Notes

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