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Chapter 2 (v.1) - The Girl

Submitted: September 18, 2016

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A friend to the children are the shadows in the house for the shadows were the only friend that they had. To one another they could call each other only the titles that were given, and this title did not even go  so far as the word companion. She was the girl and he the boy and they simply watched one another back while doing jobs for their owner; Trepious. The boy stood crouched just behind the girl, a duffle bag full of bread and canned goods and bottles of water strewn around his neck, same as she.  The situation was a thing that they could not fathom for their own minds to conceive a discernment of cause for the effect of the predicament that they were currently facing. Yes of course they had been called upon by their owner and his comrade to infiltrate the home of an Annuwan group that holds up in this house. Yet all that has transpired creates such an accusation within the boy and even the girl whom for times hitherto has shown a resolute nerve when faced with adversity. She a young girl of a young age – one of which she and other really don’t know – no older than a young madam just coming into her pre-pubescent teen years and he could be no more than the same, if not younger. She was a young Falkmoran girl, brandishing all of the  simple traits. A golden eyed lovely thing, black hair shaved down to a simple gray fade, a long limbed princess dawning a  thin white shirt like a gown, caked in muck and pores and the blood of she and all she may hath slain, covering the thin muscular frame of a being whom exerts more energy than her body can release yet continues to shove on if only for the sake of moving. He an Annuwan child, an ex-soldier now defected, his eyes a dim orange tint, his ears pointed like stubby knives. He was shorter than she, wearing torn blue shorts and an open pink dress shirt, shredded and beaten by time and activity. They were both bare foot, trampling the remnants of a building that hath fallen victim to the violent desire of war’s lustful soul. It hath come and beaten and ravaged the city around them and the city could only cry out with its own body, with stone and glass and the bodies of the fallen now one with the ruin below. They both; the girl and the boy stoop, hidden amidst a fallen pillar and the shadows, the minutest shiver of their toes causing the cries of glass shard quakes and stone quivers. 

They inch forward slightly tracing the trail given out by their friend; darkness and  the pillar, murdered by wars bloody knife. They move with the method of dying slug in the summer rays, allowing their confidence to be stolen by the yawn of the sleeping  hounds crowding the center of the lifeless building. He watches rear as she keeps her attention headlong and their ears canvas the remainder of the unseen house for any disturbance in the serenity of the body of the darkness within the house. Silence keeps hold, silence dominates, silence continues to sing its melancholy song and help them to survive this situation, silence is fast becoming a friend to the pair until it leaves their side and leaves them to die. The two meet with a hurtle an over turned table pressed against the displaced stones of the ceiling above their heads. The girl hands her duffle bag to the boy as she prepares herself to scale the face of the small obstruction. She hops over it, keeping control of her movements with the muscles of her arms and her core. Her thin shirt flapping upward and flashing her naked body underneath briefly for the boy to see, it was a rare excitement but one he would always keep a mental image of, if only for his lonely nights. She made her way and reached her hands out for the duffle bags. He passed them to her, one by one, slowly, with care and she placed them on the ground beside her. She backed up a few steps and allowed him to come over, he climbed over. Pulling himself up with his arms throwing one leg over and then attempting to bring the other. His toe snagged a protruding metal chunk from the debris, his flesh tore as he snatched his leg up, blood flinging onto the girls white shirt, her tan flesh and he cried tumbling down the base of the small hurtle. His middle toe bent to the side and the space between his big toe and the other a fleshless gap spewing scarlet from its maw. He lay on his side cradling his arm. The girl looked down at him and watched as he writhed in pain as he cried out in agony of his broken wrist. The sound of scampering paws could be heard patrolling the area.  A howl rang out and sound the alarm. The hounds had alerted their masters! The girl crouched down and dug through the duffle bag removing a small knife. She looked over the blade of the knife as if inspecting the quality of its razors edges and then gave her attention to the boy. His tear filled eyes begged to her for assistance, eye filled with agony and sorrow and fear eyes the cried out with just one plea. “Comrade” they said and they begged her “please”. But these eyes they had forgotten just one thing.  The girl slipped the blade of the knife into his throat she met his gaze with eye that reminded “there are no comrades” as she pulled the blade sideway through his neck slowly, spraying his blood across her shirt and face. She picked up the duffle bags and began to make haste as fast as she could hauling two hindrances upon her back. The boys drowning attempts at cries for help echoed through the room, attracting the attention of the hounds that guarded the area. They converged on the boy and the strongest smell of blood they could find. She stripped off her shirt and tossed it where the hounds once slept as she ceased her run and fell into hiding between a chunk of fallen ceiling and the wall. The sound of the boy’s flesh tearing and ripping sang a duet with the ravenous growls of the hounds ripping at his dying body. She controlled her breathing and held in her panic as she ran through all her possibilities of escape from her current predicament.

The boy would be eaten and dead within the next few moment, the owner of the hounds would soon swarm the building within seconds from her having even thought out the last few things that had been thought out. Her lost garment would be sniffed out and the hounds would soon find her within seconds. Within the building there are several exits. The building is a small store with four walls, one where she is hiding, one where she was hiding and two right across from each other. Trepious and Jaxton are  three blocks down away from this area in Gkali’s area of operation as to not raise suspicion. They said “Even if you get into trouble we won’t save you but we won’t leave the area until sunrise” and sunrise is in three hours. The closest exit to them will be the one farthest from the guard dogs.  They were supposed to go through the hole across from where the boy fell and simply make their way to Trepious and Jaxton from there and avoid the dogs, but that won’t be happening now. She peaked  her head out and scanned the area for an easier exit. There was where they had originally came from through the front  veranda that was once a front door, it led to the food storage that she had just robbed. There was no sense of going back there. She would have to run past the dogs and into the arms of the men with guns and knives. The sound of the men speaking to one another as they entered the building raised the thought of panic. She took a deep breath. She turned to the last hole in the wall , that was closer to Trepious and Jaxton but she would have to scale debis to get to the hole at the top of the wall, just barely reaching the ceiling and hopefully survive the fall, and without breaking her legs. She stood and began to move forward, being sure to keep close to her only friend. The duffle bags made her movements difficult but she would surely press on. Trepious needed the food, without it he would starve. She kept her stride calm, steps soundless. To the ears of all living she was nonexistent, to the eyes of the mortal she was formless. Yet to the smell of a hound she could not hide. As she reached her destination just 20 steps away and began to climb the debris pile; a ramp of stone, glass, rusted iron and dust the hounds finished their meal and sniffed out another scent, firstly the shirt and secondly it’s former wearer not too far away. She charged up the pile as the hounds began to bark loudly calling for their masters. The hounds could not scale the dirt ramp and her lifetime of living in the state of Falkmore more than prepared her for something as simple as this. She clawed her way up the mountain through the hole looking down and allowing the gods of fate to take her life in their hands. She angled the duffle bags below her frame and used them to cushion her fall to the gravel below.

The hounds and their masters scavenged the area finding only the imprint of the girl that had landed and they began their search of their entire dilapidated empire. Every rock every crevice they searched for hours until sunrise finding nothing save a scent trail that led out of their area and into the area of government control; a place where they would not enter unless there were a severe need to do so.

The girl raced the sun and won, reaching the jeep where Trepious stood leaning against the driver side door and Jaxton sat in the passenger seat sleeping. She raced to the car and placed the duffle bags on the floor at Trepioused feet. He eyed her thin, naked frame held tightly by blood and dust. She was exhausted he knew yet from her face the fact could not be easily discerned. And then he noticed something missing.

“The boy?” Trepiouses Annuwan accent grated against the girls ears.

“….Liability….her…kill….he” her voice breathed like a sublte breeze from her lips, just loud enough for her owner and his friend to hear.

“Killed him?” Trepiouses offered her a gaze of bewilderment that was only accented in way by Jaxton’s exaggerated phony snicker, that mimicked a witches cackle.

“Feed……no more ……the boy” The girl said with her same soft tone looking up at Trepious who read her eyes, deducing that in her mind she had her reasons for doing as she did, and he found his own reasons to accept them.

“Get in the jeep” he nodded his gesturing toward the jeep grabbing the food and tossing them in the backseat before her. “Make sure those don’t fall out the damn  car”. The girl held on to the duffle bags tightly as Trepious began his drive to their refuge. 


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