The Obsolete by Cama Seeney (easy novels to read txt) 📖

Question is will you be the Lion or the gazelle…’ The alarm fixed out to nothing, sighing I found my phone discarded on the kitchen side. No call no texts, great.

Grabbing my iPod I called Lilly to me, time to face my daemons.

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I open the door only to find the entry empty. Sighing saw a blink of silver and bent to pick of the knife I had carelessly disregarded yesterday. Thinking better to leave it outside just in case. I bent low and shoved it under the green bin. With little else I set off into the morbid morning.

I was met with nothing. No one was around. No one at all. I felt strangely blessed and quickly blasted music into my delicate ears. Sprinting off I felt a strange sense of freedom, now that I’ve scared off the so called night children I felt like I was about to take my first mouthful of freedom.

I ran away from the children’s park still a little scared of the eerie marks that covered it. Even the simple chairs swinging creeped me out. I ran past it and turning left found myself a nice little park bench a hundred yards ahead. Trees covered me both side of the path so I was pretty covered, smiling I ran to the lonely seat.

Lilly took her vigil above me, sitting in a very human posture scaring off the randomness. No one was around but having here there gentled my frightened spirit. I quickly began doing sit ups. The pain in my lower back as pleasant as always.

Today was like any other run, nothing strange happened. I even managed to run all the way around the lake. Nothing – had I imagined everything?

I ran back through the gate with a heavy heart, looking down instead of forward. My ears ringing in meaningless. Some bad playing like everything could be forced into a song. Maybe it could be, I just could feel it. I felt little of anything anymore. Which is why I took up mixed martial arts, pain is not welcome. Defeat is not welcome. The first emotion I want to truly feel is pride. Pride at doing something right.

Smacking into something I omphed and fell onto my ass. ‘Hey!’ I protested up to the muscled stranger, he had to be around five seven which wasn’t all that tall but at five three it but him miles above me. Muscular but not like a rugby player, more like a cheetah. He said something that I couldn’t hear. Pulling out my headphones in annoyance I stood up – spotting Tiny. ‘Come here you little… yep you’re a little shit come here!’ I called running over to him and picking him up. ‘You truly want to be eaten.’ I muttered turning to see the guy crouched and stroking the squirming in happiness Lilly. She led belly up wriggling.

Sighing I took a second to watch his smile before tacking in the rest of his lean body. His teeth were white but stupidly so. His legs were as long as his body, his torso was something I didn’t even want to look at, his stupid basketball shorts hinted at his muscular legs as he perched. Sighing I looked at his face; strong jaw, clear yellow eyes, his straight jaw, his light short blond hair that was cut a few inches from the scalp. ‘Your eyes.’ I whispered, clucking my tong Lilly soon stood up looking a little dazed. Clicking my fingers she walked backwords growling in confusion not seeing the threat.

The guy, not much older than me stood smiling. His eyes no longer yellow but a green that looked fractured. Filled with yellow. I shuddered and took a step back banging into a random tree. The air flew from me. ‘I am not one of them.’ He whispered smiling slightly. ‘You may not have the white teeth or tan free skin but you had yellow eyes.’ I told him shivering, why did they seem so familiar?

‘Hey, I was just stopping you from crashing. No harm.’ He told me lifting his strange eyes to meet mine, I shivered again knowing what colour lay beneath them. ‘How can they change?’ I asked taking a step forward, I didn’t want to be trapped against the tree. ‘My mood; anger, hunger, lust.’ He replied winking. ‘Need me to make you a sandwich?’ I asked smiling, deferring the conversation. ‘Na I’m sure your grandmother will have them ready.’ He informed me smiling. ‘Why?’ I asked a little confused. ‘I am your chaperone, she sent me to find you.’ He said shrugging.

‘Ah okay.’ I said a little untrusting. ‘Can you show me the way I do not remember which road it is.’ I asked sounding sweet, too sweet. He called it. ‘You know exactly where you live Victoria, as does everyone in this town.’ He called out walking past me and stroking the ensnared Lilly on the walk past. The walk was silent, Lilly had completely left me now. Walking at his side instead of mine, I sighed and held tiny closer. His black fur was warm and think. Soft and shiny.

A black truck was pulled up beside my house, empty. Must be his. I opened the strangely closed gate and left it that way. I didn’t like the thought of stopping to open it during a flee. Walking past him I unlocked the door and walked inside, he was right it did smell nice in here. ‘Shower, we have half an hour before school.’ He told me gently, not quite an order but enough of one. I sighed and walked past the open back door shivering as I did so. I dropped Tiny on the closed toilet seat after placing my towel down, he seemed content there. I pulled off all my sweat slick clothes and showered as fast as I could. Grabbing my back pack from the back of the bathroom door (I kept all items that had my DNA on me at all times. Mothers order). Brushing my teeth and shaving my legs was weird to do at the same time but I managed it. I quickly washed my hair and body before taking the towel from the already napping tiny. He didn’t seem to mind, much.

I grabbed the spare pair of clothes from my bag not wanting to walk around the house clothes. There was a clean set of underwear, a dark blue belly top that had a collage of micky mouse pictures. And a set of dark grey jeans that had lines sowed across them under the knees. I loved them. I dried my razer before placing it back in its carry case as with my tooth brush. My bag already held my books and fully charged laptop. I walked through the sweetly smelling kitchen and walked into the dining room, we had no internet or tv. Just a room to eat in. I sighed before taking a seat across from the stranger.

They hadn’t taken a bite of their cereal or toast. ‘Do you er wish to prey?’ I asked sounding uncertain I didn’t know how to prey… ‘Of course you silly child.’ She replied her eyes hard and hiding something. She began a prey I didn’t listen to, I was too busy watching the stranger. His eyes were closed and his face relaxed. ‘Amen.’ She and he called. ‘Amen’ I muttered, stumbling over the word after they’d finished their words, blushing at their surprised looks. ‘Do you not know a prayer?’ He asked softly. I shook my head and shivered at the look of sympathy on his face.

Great everyone already knew. ‘Of course you know your prayers, I taught them to you when you were six.’ She muttered angrily, I shivered again. ‘I-I know nothing of that time grandma. ‘This is only the third time I remember seeing you.’ I muttered quietly looking at my quickly cooling food. ‘They first and second?’ He asked sounding intrigued. ‘Last night when she was feeding tiny and when she met me at the door. Though I had yet lag.’ It was the excuse I had made, I wanted to hide away. I don’t like strangers.

‘Don’t be foolish child. You lived around the corner with your parents. I had you every weekend you ungrateful child.’ She muttered almost to herself. I gulped air. ‘Is the house still empty?’ I asked, I wanted to see it, wanted to know. ‘No. Though your parent’s possessions are in the cellar.’ I stood to go no longer hungry. ‘Eat.’ She snapped. I nodded and eat as quickly as I could. ‘Were going to be late.’ He called quickly leaving the table. I sighed, I would look tonight.

‘Stay Lass.’ I called softy at Lilly who wanted to follow me. ‘Why do you call her Lass, her name is Lilly is it not?’ He asked opening a door of his stupidly big car for me. ‘My dad er uncle in law is Scottish.’ I replied smiling softly I missed him, and Lexi they were all I had ever known. ‘You really don’t remember them? They were great people.’ He told me softly. I grinned suddenly wanting to find out more. ‘My aunty is only thirteen years older than me. She’s only twenty nine, my mother was in her thirties fifth she died. She never really knew her sister. She was already at that grumpy teenaged age when she had come along. She had me at twenty three, she was young but she never knew her. My ant was away at uni when she died. What do you remember of her?’ I asked intrigued.

‘I remember she made the best cookies, she worked at your grandmothers savoury store. It’s never been the same since. She used to dote on your farther he had your grey eyes. Boring at first but lit up unexpectedly or clouded over. Your mother always drew the clouds away. I remember your dad has some problems with his past but she protected him from himself. I remember her hair was long and blond, kinda like yours before you cut it off.’ He winked at me as I flicked imaginary hair behind my ear. My hand fell free of hair faster than it ever had before. I sighed and looked out the window locking the new information deep in my memory.

What plagued him? Was it the night creatures? Was it yellow eyes? I wondered and wondered but was met with no easily accessible answer.

 Chapter 5

Fascination is the power to hold somebody's attention completely or irresistibly, the complete and utter absorption of something you find interesting…

‘Here, your grandmother didn’t give you one.’ He held out a simple but beautiful cross, around a white chain. I chuckled and held my hand out inspecting it. ‘I can’t its yours and far too manly.’ I chuckled and went to hand it back. ‘It’s the only thing that can protect you.’ I huffed ‘What will protect you?’ I asked rolling my eyes. He pulled down the left side of his shirt flashing the corner of a cross tattoo. ‘Fine.’ I called rolling my eyes. I took the necklace and pulled out my own. It was a clear quarts pendant, Straight and then the