The Pleasure of Nobody by Crystal Fox (beginner reading books for adults .TXT) 📖

I put the boy down laying his body flat down on the ground, next to a hallow tree that was carved out in a war. To use for hiding. Covering him with leaves. It almost looked like nothing was under there. The sky brightened, I ran home.


Darkness

I felt like last night never happened. Like the rush to dispose his body was only a dream, that I still had feelings from. I got out of my bed in a cowardly way. To scared to face my fears, but have to much pride not to encounter them. I never put on my shoes although I thought about it. I never even changed clothes; I just walked into the hallway leading to my closest exit. My sisters were my only problem. If I didn't come back at all they would play as if they cared until the men of our village found me and returned me to them, then once got captivity of me, beat me until I couldn't scream, only that the new pain would become a part of me forever. If they saw me leave, only God knows what would happen. I went through the back door swiftly and quietly trying not to be caught.

I went thought the center of town passing the little shops blessed by the queen. The little people that run the shops and there kids. They looked at me curious and I only look back not knowing anything. What was wrong with them? Though maybe it is not them, thought it is me. I am just tired, I want to go to sleep for a hundred years and just sleep. Not ever having a nightmare or waking up. Just a long, restful, sleep. Though instead, I started down the street without bothering to stop.

I came in view of the woods entrance a saw a boy older than me, walk out of the forest. I started to convince myself that he did not know about the boy and was only hunting. Though this is not the time the men go hunting, or the forest the men hunt it. I picked up my pace trying not to look to suspicious. Then the boy stopped to talk with Aaron, the towns blacksmith. I began to run, he turn his head to look at me nodded once in my direction an turn to walk the other way. I kept my pace, running through the wind and the mist, running until I could hear my heart pounding so loudly in my chest I believed at any moment it would stop, and believe me I wanted it to, prayed for it to stop. I ran until I could hear his screams, and all the screams from all the people I have killed. Running until I got to the same place I put the boy yesterday, in the corner of the hallow tree, I started searching for some clue that he was still here. Instead of finding a boy with blood and leaves covering his body, I found a note.

Ivy,

I you are safe now my little bird, I will continue to watch over you as my baby bird until I know that you have found your own strength to jump form our nest and finally fly on your own. the worm that you had eaten for supper, you have killed by your self. Any parents instinct is to be proud of there young, though I must say, I am not your parent, and I am not proud of you my little bird. you should know better, regardless of if you know better or not, the worm was removed form your life and is not a problem you must face anymore. Baby bird, come to our nest, the hallow tree, before sun rise. Do not worry my baby bird, I will not let the sun get to you.

Gabriel,

I put the note back on the ground and sat beside it. A baby bird? That is what I am. I stood up and but my back against the tree, I looked around, keeping quite, listening. Though I heard nothing, and I saw nothing, it was not just anyone that was watching me. It was someone who knew how to hide, some one who can work around my senses, I was quite. I listened. Then out of now where I heard the breathing and the footsteps. I ran to them. I ran and my teeth sharpened, I tackled him to the ground. I placed my red lips on side of his throat and around his bone and I bit down. Hard. I bit and I kept biting. Until I tasted the blood. Until he no longer fought back, He grunted and cried. I did not stop. He would not hurt me. I will not let him hold me under his upper hand and control my life because he knew too much. The last bite I held on his throat I snapped his bone in half, I can feel the pointy pieces of bone prick my face and can taste the marrow gushing in my mouth, He stopped fighting. He knew his life would be over know. Even though he is alive and I can feel his heart beating. He is not fighting. If I was him I would be fighting until my very last breath, The coward just gave up. His breathing is no longer, and his chest does not move. His heart is not fast anymore.I hold my grip on him until the blood in my mouth is a stale taste and his heartbeats are not there. I let him go and his body thuds on the ground of the earth. I closed my eyes and wiped my mouth. His blood tasted bad. After a few more inhales I opened my eyes and looked down at Gabriel.

I fell to the ground and screamed. I held his hand and I prayed. I cried and my heart hurt so much I could no longer feel anything but pain. Gabriel, turned out to be a little boy. James. I knew his family very well. he had just turned six. I had made him a cake out of dough, and placed fresh fruit in the cake. He ate the whole thing by himself.

The pain was scattering through me. It is not worth killing. For the feeling I have. I cried and the unstoppable tears where no longer hurting as the fell on the little tares the his bones made on my face.

I pick him up. All his blood was dripping, no not dripping, overflowing on my arms and body. Another dress to throw away. I knew my way now. To the waterfall. I prayed but my prayers are like my mothers. Unheard. I prayed for someone to come and free me. To help me. No one did. So here I walk, Scared and alone. Crying and holding a dead child in my arms. I saw the river. I wanted to throw the boy off the side of a cliff, though putting him in the river will work too.

I walked waist deep in water. Crying like a little fool, my soul was singing, help me Ivy, for you have gone to far and now you must be punished. Do not let them hurt me. My mind sang back, you will be punished by the man on the black horse. The man who takes away the bad souls. The one who cleanses the world of wickedness. The people stand around me. Ivy, Ivy, Ivy, what have you done now. And I scream nothing. Go away. The ripples in the water make figures and people that come and dance around me. Ivy. the women sing. Come swim with us. I scream back, No! I hit the water with my fist and the people go away, the water is normal. And my dying breath is calm again. I set the boy in the water and push him down. The waves of the river carried him away, and I wish I could go with him.

I walked up the stairs to the door of my home and opened it quickly. I opened that door quickly and closed just as fast. I was waiting there for a moment. Waiting for the sound of that voice to ask me were I just was. But instead -I heard silence yelling at me.
Gabriel

Morning, Gabriel.

We all sat in the finest chairs in the grandest room in front of the most beautiful table. All of them where wearing their best clothing and hair in the best and most elegant way. For a while we sat their and just enjoy our friends company, telling stories to the group, laughing falsely at jokes. My maids served the humans brunch and the immortals a empty tea cup so that they would think of us the same as them. It is better to have everyone think than for everyone to know.

But the entire time I could not get the way her face looked as she saw me coming out of the woods. She looked like she was going to cry, like I did something wrong. Aaron, knows what she is and what she did, he is just like her. I told him to watch her for the day, I will be to busy to. But they usually both sleep, or stay indoors. The sunlight burns them but somehow he has found away to stay in the darkness. He will check on her frequently.

"What are you to do about the food storage Gabriel?" someone asked suddenly. I looked up from my glance from the table and started to a woman, named Claire. She was attractive but nothing compared to Ivy.

"What about the food storage my dear?" I asked her, sitting up right in my chair.

"Will we all here have enough food for the winter and plenty for our families?" she asked me with a smile of "I will make sure," I told her, she looked mesmerized and smiled to me in a girlish charm. They all applauded me as though I am their hero protecting them from hunger. When most of them don't even eat.

"My lord I need to make sure you have more money