The young boy ran. He was too terrified to turn back. His hair, now black from being wet, clung to his chest. He saw a log and crawled into it. He lay in the log panting for air from running for so long. He heard footsteps, not too far away, slowing approaching. The steps were covered by the noise of the thudding rain, but not to muffled to hide itself from the child.
"Where is the child?!" hissed a grey skinned man in a black suit.
He threw the boy's mother on the ground. She landed with a thud. The boy knew it was his mother because of her curl warm auburn hair. The man kicked her causing little splatters of blood to come out of her mouth. She rolled over and moaned. Now she was facing the log. She knew immediately that her son was in it even though he was shrouded by the dark shadows of the log.
"Where!?" yelled the man now furious.
"I don't know…" murmured the boy's mother.
The man began to curse underneath his breath. The boy's mother noticed the man taking out his sword. She looked her son in his eyes and began to sing a lullaby that used to lull him to sleep before this all began.
Oh Sleep My Beautiful Child
My Child I Love So
No One Will Harm My Child
Oh No, No, No
You Shall Sleep In My Warm Arms
And Forget The Hurting Alarms
I Will Always Love You My Child
You Are Never Alone
The man raised his sword and said with a cold tone of voice, " You stupid little bitch! You foolish piece of shit. You should have given me the boy when I first told you to!"
He then swung the sword down into her stomach. She yelled. The boy choked back his scream and sobs. As she bled, the man twisted the blade repeatedly in circular motions, widening the wound and increasing the blood release.
" I will always be with you my son! I will be by your side always and forever! I love you and I hope that you never forget that!" yelled his mother, exhausting all of her energy and strength.
The grey man pt away his sword and began yelling into the open dark forest.
"You will die here child! You will die here all alone! Come and I will care for you!"
The boy remained laying in the log. He was horrified and traumatized. The man yelled once more into the forest. This time he told the boy that no matter what he did or where he went, he would eventually get caught. The man left.
The boy sat in the log for half an hour before slowly crawling out. He crawled towards his mother slowly, his eyes drawing in the scene. He got to her corpse and whimpered a little. She appeared to be in a peaceful sleep. The boy was surrounded in his mother's blood. He took her arms and wrapped them around himself and lay on her chest all the while asking her to wake up.
She was so beautiful. Her red corset dress and auburn hair contrasted greatly with her pale lifeless skin. The boy began to cry. He cried for his mother to be alive again. He cried for her safety. He lay in her arms crying at the fact that her once warm, loving hugs were now cold and emotionless.
The boy stood up and wiped off his tears. It didn't work, however, because it just mixed with the rain that continued to fall heavily. He looked at his mother's motionless body and took a barbed necklace off of her and put it on. He looked around the area and saw a rose and picked it up. He laid it on her chest with her arms crossed and hands over it. He kissed his mother on the head and said, " I love you to mommy."
He left her in her puddle of blood and with every step he took, he slowly realized that he was never alone. He realized that he was now alone in the world. He realized that he had no more family left, he had no home to go to, he had no one to love and care for him and he them. He was only five years old and was wondering around a dark forest in the middle of the night as it rained with only a pair of pants on. He was scared and cold. He was alone.
As he walked, he emerged from the dark forest to a small valley where he saw a house near a river. He went to it and knocked on the door. An old lady with grey mid-back length hair answered the door.
"Oh," she said with a startled voice, "What is the matter my poor child?"
The little boy told her everything that had happened to the best of his knowledge. The old woman invited him in to her house. She told him to address her as Grandma and she said that she would care for him. She bathed him, dressed him, and fed him. She had taken it upon herself to be a mother to the little boy. She took him to his new room and tucked him in.
"Goodnight." She said with a soft, caring voice.
The boy went to sleep and dreamt about that night. The night was so horrible that it burned and etched itself into his mind.
For many years, after that night, the boy continued to have that nightmare. Eventually he had forgotten though; however, the only reason had forgotten about that night was because of what Grandma did. She couldn't bear his screaming from the nightmare. She finally decided to use her abilities to suppress his memory of that night and anything before he met her. Her abilities are psionic abilities. She has them because she is, infact, a Psion.
She had been calling the boy Israel. She named him that because it would avoid any triggering of old memories. Israel was now 16. He would be turning 17 in a few months. His birthday was the last of the month of rain, which was March 31st. All other kids his age were already developing their abilities and skills for the profession that they chose. Israel however, wasn't because Grandma thought that if he was to learn anything he would excel and it would draw too much attention. She didn't want what had happened in the past to happen again. She always wondered why what happened happened. She eventually came to an assumption.
Grandma is a powerful Psion. She could know everything if she chose to, but her wisdom prevented her from doing so. She knew that with answers came responsibilities and she didn't want too much responsibility. Of all of her powers, she dreaded one most of all. Tat one was clairvoyance, the ability to see into the future. She would never use it and never had used it. She would say, "Knowing Changes," which meant that when a person knows what will happen and if it doesn't please them, then that person will try their best to change it, and by doing that that person ultimately seals it to happen or alters it to something much worst. It is never better. A person with know pre-written future is the luckiest alive, is what Grandma always told Israel. Whenever Israel argued saying that if he knew the future he wouldn't change it regardless if it was beneficial or harmful to him, Grandma would tell him that many people say that but when it comes down to it that person gives in to the burden of knowing what will…or may occur.
Israel was bathing in a waterfall one night. He had changed over time and was still changing as all teens do. His body had grew to 58 and it was a light tan and had become toned due to him always swimming. He hadn't cut his hair too much over the years so it was now at a waist-length. It was a light golden brown with waves in it when it was dry, but straight and black when it was wet or contained a grease to help manage or style it. He had body hair all over his body. Many had thought him to be a half-breed. His eyes were a light brown, like the color of autumn leaves falling through the light of a rising sun. Israel was a very gentle and passive soul.
When he was bathing, he saw another person walking to the waterfall. He swam behind the waterfall. He was nervous because he was naked and even though he had god charisma he hadn't interacted with other too often. The person finally reached the lake. It was a boy.
The boy began taking off his clothes. He was going to bathe. He's so adorable, thought Israel as he peered out from behind the waterfall. The boy was about Israel's height to. He was more in shape though. He had a rich caramel skin color and his hair was black, cut short near his head. His eyes were magnificent! They were hazel with more of a greenish grayish tint to them. The boy stepped into the water and once covered by the small lake created by the waterfall, he took off his under shorts.
He began swimming and bathing. Israel watched from behind the fall. He was quite attracted to this young man. He was becoming turned on. It was getting late and he was tired of waiting to leave. He took a deep breath, dove underwater, and swam. As he swam with his entire body underwater, he peered around looking for the boy's legs, but failed to see them. I guess he finally left, thought Israel. He thought that he was safe from being noticed now.
BAM!!!!
He ran into the side rocks of the water. He wasn't paying attention. He stopped and stood up. As he came out of the water, he flipped his hair to the back of his head and as he did that, little droplets of water flung form his hair causing it to look glittery in the moonlight. The boy saw Israel and paused because it was such a beautiful yet random scene.
He was near the edge, getting out of the little lake, but stopped and began to walk towards Israel. With every step, he was more out of the water. When he finally stopped in front of Israel, the water level was right below his waist line. Israel looked away, trying to cover the fact that he was blushing.
"Are you alright?" asked the boy with a sense of sympathy in his voice.
"I…I'm alright." Israel was nervous and the boy could hear it in his voice. Israel had never been so close to someone he was attracted to before, let alone naked with them.
"Where'd you come from?"
"I'd been here before you got here…I was behind the waterfall."
"Then you saw me undress?!" asked the boy as his eyes widened.
"Yes…" replied Israel shamefully.
"Wow….so…"
"Yeah…"
"Um…"
"But uh…"
An awkward silence fell upon them. Israel began to walk away. He got out of the water slowly, making sure to cover himself, and began to dry off with his towel that was hidden behind a boulder. The boy watched and smiled a little. Israel felt uneasy but enjoyed the fact that someone thought him to be attractive since he was a very self-conscious person.
"Why did you watch me and not say anything?" asked the boy as he slowly swam to the edge.
"I think you're cute." Israel said as he gave him a flirtatious look. He put his hair into a ponytail.
"Well you're quite cute yourself." The boy blushed so vibrantly that his face began to heat up and he had to splash his face with water.
"Thank you." Israel began to smile.
"You're very welcome."
Israel had his pants and sandals on now. He began walking away, but stopped when he felt a hand grab his shoulder.
"What's your name?" asked the boy as he held his towel with his right hand.
"I'm Israel."
"Nice to meet you! My name is James."
"Nice to meet you to"
Israel was blushing vibrantly now. James was showing that he really liked him.
"Well I'll let you go home then."
James then gave Israel a hug and kissed him an the cheek and as he left he yelled, "Goodnight my Sexy!"
Israel walked home in an amorous way. He was really happy. He liked the kiss a lot. He blushed all the way home. All he thought about as he walked home was James and the kiss.
When he got near the house, he noticed that the door was opened all the way. Grandma never leaves the door wide open like that, thought Israel as he ran to the house.
"Grandma!" he gasped as a rush of fear entered his heart.
The house was full of blood and broken furniture.
He ran from the doorway to the hallway that led towards his room and Grandma's room. There were holes in the walls and there were what appeared to be fragments of flesh on the floor. He slowly walked to Grandma's room. He went in and saw her sitting on the floor with her arms covered in scratches, but she wasn't alone. There was a man in there as well. He had a black suit as dark as coal and grey skin. He was pointing a sword towards Grandma's throat, preparing to lung it forward.
