The Gingerbread Man

Reads: 239  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Amara would do anything for love.

Submitted: February 15, 2016

A A A | A A A

Submitted: February 15, 2016

A A A

A A A


I pushed back the wave he had sent with a smile. He had crept through my mind to steal pieces of me in order to ready my body for battle. I was the vessel that would allow him to hunt for thirty years but I wanted to be Amara Bay for a while longer. Amara Bay was a thoughtful daughter, a helpful resident and a kind sister yet a celebration was slated to take place minutes after her death. He broke down the walls I had built to keep him out and I realized that he had allowed my smile to send him away. My mind was malleable and he could shape it with the filthy images he was prepared to show me. His thoughts crawled up the well and drilled through my skull so he could show me the good he had done. He had piled his first ten kills next to his house then he had set them ablaze. The bones nourished the earth; the smoke cleaned the air and the blood filtered the water. Adam was the first Gingerbread Man. He was unique since he was able to squirrel away his memories and feelings. He had built a barrier between who he was and what he did. I wanted control and Adam was the only person who had the ability to give it to me but the job had taken its toll.  Adam had been twisted into knots when he was forced out of his body with a pitch fork. The darkness at the bottom of the well had sucked the goodness from his soul and he was left with the accomplishments of his life so when he rose he was solely focused on the hunt. Adam was my murderer and my saviour.

“Adam,” I walked cautiously towards the well. “Why are you inside my head? You’ll have thirty years inside this body,” I bent down.

“What are you doing here?” Alexander placed his hand on my shoulder.

“I just,” I looked down the well. “It doesn’t matter,” I got up.

“You just what?” he snarled. “You’re the first woman to ever be chosen as a vessel. You should feel honored.”

“I don’t. I had a plan. I wanted to get out of this town and make something of myself and now,” I pulled away from him. “I have to protect random people that I don’t think deserve protecting,” I grunted.

“You’re so selfish,” Alexander grabbed my hand. “The blood you spill will help the crops to grow, the water to stay pure and the barrier to stay up,” he squeezed my hand.

“I know you wanted to be the vessel and I’m sorry that you weren’t chosen. I didn’t steal this from you,” I sighed. “I would make you the vessel if I could,” I cleared my throat. “I’m going to die. Do you care that I’m going to die?”

“It’s for the greater good. Your death will mean something unlike mine,” he let go of my hand.

“That’s what this is about?” I shook my head. “You want praise and gratitude,” I turned my back towards him.

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing I guess. Please leave me alone,” I sat next to the well. “Please I just want to be alone,” I hugged my knees.

“Fine,” he walked away.

“Why won’t you talk to me?” I dragged my fingers across the red bricks.

The moon peered through the clouds as Adam wormed his way into my heart. I shuddered when he realized that my heart was full. He fed my heart half-truths in order to justify the horrific things I had to do to purify my body for him. I had to sever all ties with my old life and that meant killing my family and Gabriel. I had no qualms about washing my hands in my family’s blood but Gabriel was innocent. He had soaked up my worries with his smile and he had whisked away my dreadful reality with his words. He was the true first friend I had made and the Gingerbread Man wanted to take him from me so I ran towards the invisible barrier where I knew he would be waiting for me.

“You’re late,” Gabriel pressed his callous hands against the barrier.

“I got distracted,” I put my hand on the barrier.

“I wish I could touch your hand. I wish I could play with your curls,” he sighed. “I want to feel what it’s like to kiss you,” he lowered his hand.

“You can’t come here anymore,” I sat down.

“You don’t mean that,” Gabriel sat down.

“Remember when we were kids and I told you about the Gingerbread Man?” I crossed my legs.

Gabriel nodded.

“I’m his vessel and he’s coming for me,” I gulped.

“We’ll fight him.”

“The barrier will be down for three days. He will stockpile people from the city and he’ll let them loose in here and then he’ll kill them,” I rubbed the bridge of my nose.

“We’ll make sure that he doesn’t take you.”

“He’s already sunk his claws into me. When he rises tomorrow, he’s going to take me,” I exhaled as I tried to hold back my tears.

“There has to be another way.  Make him choose another vessel,” he pounded his fist against the barrier.

“I can’t,” I shrugged.

“You won’t,” he got up.

“Don’t do that,” I shook my head. “I tried four years ago to end this. I told you that this wouldn’t go anywhere,” I rested my hand on my chest. “You decided that you would rather come here every night then go have a real life with someone in the city. I gave you an out and you didn’t take it,” I stood up. “You can’t blame me for this,” I placed my hands on my hips.

“I thought that we would have figured out a way to get you out of there by now,” he sighed.

“I want you to be happy so I want you to find someone in the city,” I glanced at my feet. “You can’t come here anymore. You’re almost thirty. You should forget about this thing we have and move on,” I clasped my hands in front of my body.

“I have loved you for more than half of my life. I refuse to let you go,” he pressed his body and his palms against the barrier.

“And I have spent more than half of my life wondering why,” I bit my bottom lip.

“What did I ever do to make you wonder?  I love the way the moonlight makes your brown skin glisten. I love how you pucker your lips when you’re thinking really hard about something. I love how your dark brown eyes look in the night. I love you,” he smiled.

“I love you too. That’s why you can’t come back here. He wants me to kill you.  You’ll be my fourth kill and when I do I’ll die. Please do this for me,” I tapped my fingers on the barrier.

“You’re asking me to abandon you when you need me the most. I won’t do it,” he frowned.

“I am asking you to do this one thing for me before I die. I just want you to be safe,” I rested my lips against the barrier.

“I just want to be with you,” he dragged his knuckles across the barrier.

“Run,” I imagined what his knuckles felt like when they grazed my lips. “Run as fast as you can,” I dried my eyes with the back of my hand.

“I’m not giving up,” he said before he left.

Adam walked leisurely through my memories as the trees creaked and the wind howled. He had never felt the warmth of a woman’s touch or the nakedness of his heart when it was exposed by a kiss. He was intrigued so he hunted down every treasured moment I had with Gabriel and he hid them from me. Adam pulled me to my feet and dragged me towards my wooden house at the other end of the town. He was emptying my mind to solidify the control he had over my body and it felt like I was dying. Adam handed over control when I got home so I opened the front door.  I took a hatchet and knife from the kitchen. I crept from room to room in search of my family. I found my mother on the couch in the living room and I buried a hatchet in her skull. My father was sleeping in his room so I stabbed him and I watched until the blood soak through the sheets in order to make sure that he had died. I had planned to suffocate my brother while he slept but when I got to his room I woke him.

“Hello brother,” I cracked my knuckles.

“Where did that blood come from?” he rolled to the other side of the bed.

“Mom,” I looked at the blood on my blue blouse. “It could be Dad’s.”

“Why are you doing this?” he stomped his feet.

“Oh,” I chuckled. “Did you forget that they would lock me in the basement when I was bad?” I shoved him. “I think they had it coming. You have it coming,” I smirked.

“Wait. Wait,” he held up his palms. “What would the Gingerbread Man think about killing your brother? Your twin?” he snivelled.

“He was going to kill you and I think he knew that I wanted to do it so he let me go,” I picked up the pillow.

“I want to live please,” he cowered in the corner.

“I wanted a family who loved me. I guess we can’t always get what we want,” I smothered my brother with the pillow. “I am yours now,” I watched as my brother’s body thrashed about violently as I used the strength from the Gingerbread Man to keep the pillow against his face. “He’s dead,” I threw the pillow on the bed. “No,” I rubbed my brother’s shaved head. “You can’t have him,” I knelt down. “No,” I reached for the pillow. “You can’t have him,” I grunted. “No,” the Gingerbread man closed my eyes, covered my ears, plugged my nostrils and numbed my body.

“Amara!”

I opened my eyes.

“Run Run,” I muttered.

“Amara put it down,” Gabriel glanced at the weapon in my hand.

“Run Run,” I looked at the ground as it wobbled beneath my feet.

“I have an idea that can save you. I just need you to put the hatchet down.”

“Run Run,” I staggered towards him.

“Take back control. Please?”

“Run Run,” I peered over my shoulder and the shimmer of the barrier was gone.

“I’m not going to lose you!”

“Run Run,” I felt the tears roll down my cheeks.

“You can kill him,” Gabriel smiled.

“Run Run,” I bent down and I put the hatchet next to me. “Run Run,” I drew in the dirt with my finger.

“We can be together now. You’re outside of the barrier. All we have to do is kill him and we can use this.”

“Run, run as fast as you can! You can’t get away from me! I’m the Gingerbread Man!” I lunged towards him. My fists broke his nose and bruised his cheeks yet Gabriel refused to fight back. I had murdered my family to right their wrongs but the only wrong thing Gabriel had done was being in love with me so I planted my feet on the sturdiest memory I could find. I climbed to the surface and I stopped the attack on Gabriel. “I don’t have a lot of time. I just need you to know that I’m sorry,” I kissed his cheek. “I love you and I wish that we could have been together,” I swung the hatchet and I was thrown down the well with Adam.

“You silly girl. Do you know what you’ve done?” Adam ran through the darkness to get to me.

“I saved someone I loved,” I looked up at the small opening. “I guess I’ll have to fight you for it,” I clenched my fists. “I will be the Gingerbread Man,” I punched Adam.

 


© Copyright 2017 S. Wats. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Booksie 2017-2018 Short Story Contest

Booksie Popular Content

Other Content by S. Wats

The Beast Within

Short Story / Fantasy

The Gingerbread Man

Short Story / Fantasy

The Heart's Drug

Short Story / Fantasy

Popular Tags