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The Child of Fear
It was night.The world was bleached of all color. I sort of like it that way. The ink black of the overlapping shadows, the bone white parchment of the moon. It was a night when you could almost believe that the world had been written to life. The silver fingers of the moonlight, brushing the darkness and illuminating the words for all to see. Ink black, bone white. Silver. That was all that existed. And me. Perhaps I was written to life as well. I wouldn't know. I've been here as long as I can remember. I had long since heard the soft footsteps coming in the direction of the graveyard. I slunk behind a tree, though I wouldn't have needed to. She would not have seen me anyway. The footsteps were trying to silence themselves. I heard them hesitate. I heard them sway, back and forth, back and forth. Back and forth. Then the creak of the gate; they resumed with renewed vigor. She came down the path. Her face was not silver. I watched her go past. I went. Following her. I could already taste the fear in her, hear it in the thudding of her soft human heart and the quickening of her footsteps. I moved as silent as silence as its most silent. My body was one with the night, with the ink and with the parchment and with the moonlight swathing them in its light. There was nothing about me, not a heartbeat nor footsteps, that she could hear. I came closer to her, until I could see her small thin back and her silver hair tumbling down it. She felt my breath on her back. She slowed, shivered, looked from side to side. The fear in her was growing. I did what I usually did at this point. It was important I timed it correctly. I stepped around her, in front of her, and showed myself. Her face was silver. She saw me. Three ink black spots appeared and spread. Her face was no longer silver. It was a bone white parchment. A scream, shattering the silence. I could no longer see her face. Blindly, she began to run. I was after her in an instant; this silly human, how could she outrun one such as me? Easily, I reached out to her and began to feed. Her fear was warm and solid and human, like all the others. It was silver. As I took the last pieces of her fear, her steps began to slow. Her breathing was loud in the silent silence. She could see the lights waiting for her, at the end of the path, at the other side of the gate. She longed to embrace them. I let her go. She ran back into the world of light, the world where she belonged, where no beings such as me lurked in the darkness. When she was long gone, still I stood at the boundary between light and dark, filled with the girl's fear. The night was cold. And it was silver. You choose what you fear. Don't begrudge me because of what I do. I'm doing good, actually. I took away her fear. Though since I was the one who planted it inside her in the first place, that's rather pointless I guess. Can anyone blame me? I have to eat. Besides, humans need a healthy dose of fear from time to time. note: If you haven't got it yet, this creature feeds on fear. yum. Nothing much else to say actually. Just that I made it look really kewl :D It has nice eyes.  I cleaned my room, and got together all my books for a group picture. (note: there is the poor back row that can't be seen.) The ones who are not present are at (i) someone's house (ii) some other cluttered place in my room that hasn't been cleaned (iii) malaysia. Everything is so empty again. I hope I didn't throw out anything important. |