►The face I came to Know
When I look at him, I see him as my protector, a friend, the one I care for so much. When others take a look at him, he suddenly becomes a dangerous outsider, not of this world; an abomination. A new entity is created from the beliefs of these people, a person whom is not the one I know. He is so much better when you get to know him, but sadly, most people do not take note of that.
The face I came to know became the one who I loved so very much. Elijah. His eyes were a deep scarlet red, his fur was a nice grey, and his face was always a mystery to people, because of the mask that grew on him. His rank in the underworld was "Dog of the Military", because of the camouflage markings on most of his clothes and mask. His tail was long and bushy, he never wagged it unless the occasion was very excited or pleased him so. His ears were always perked up, there was never a time where he had drooped them, unless he was down or wounded. Elijah was at times heartless and very stubborn; I could never win a single fight against his word.
He has a purpose for his being. That main purpose was to end my life. That's right; he was created to kill me. Elijah was created by her. She is a strong fear, she is primitive fear. Fear is not the feeling you get when you are terrified, it's a feeling of severe pain and despair. Deceit. Deceit was the reaper's name, her job in this world is to take the lives of others and collect their souls. However, Deceit had broken the rules; she had revolted against the Devil's Sacrement, and created her own. She raised the dead, used the collected souls of the dead to create new life. In doing so, Elijah was created, her creation, sin of life and death; was created to get rid of me. Which reason is still unknown.
Deceit could never be killed, she is a very tricky person to set a deal with, in every deal she sets, there's always a loophole; not a good one neither. In the end, she always wins. As simple as that. I could still remember what she had told Elijah, the day he finally set down his words of independence, "Oh, you silly, boy. You will not slip from me so easily...see...in this world, I always get what I want..." Deciet snickered.
Poked. I was being poked, the poke was familiar. It was from the otaku guy, Keitaro.
"Poke." Keitaro laughed.
I reached over and managed to poke Keitaro back on the shoulder. "Poke." I said. Keitaro poked me back, "Poke." He smiled. Here we go again, Poke Wars. Isn't this exciting? Me and Keitaro had gone at it for almost 15 minutes straight, until Elijah decided to come out of nowhere...and...
Just as Keitaro was about to poke me, somehow...Keitaro instead poked Elijah's eye. He poked his eye. Poked it. I wondered how Elijah was going to take it; considering he had a very short fuse...I waited for something bad to happen. "1...2...3..." I thought to myself. Elijah threw his head back and howled; he covered his eye with his left hand and growled threateningly at Keitaro. "YOU STABBED MY EYE WITH YOUR DIRTY FINGER." Elijah growled menacingly. Keitaro scooted away and seemed to shrunk into his clothes, slowly. "Sorry." He shook a little, but it was not of fear. I knew him very well, I could tell he was laughing so hard, he was about to pee on himself. I giggled a bit.
Then we heard the ominous squeak of the door...everyone stopped and looked down. It was coming. It was dangerous, savage, crazy, and extremely life-threatening.
Piglet looked up at everyone sleepily. He crinkled his little nose, to see if anyone had left him some left-over noodles from last supper inside the wooden little basket. As he walked over to inspect the basket, he walked slowly in a tired manner. All the shouting and noise had woken the poor little thing up. He looked inside the empty basket, no noodles. Suddenly, Piglet was scooped up and pushed inside the empty basket. In a struggle, Elijah locked the small wooden basket shut and put it on the table before us.
The basket shook; it tilted, and continued to shake. The cries of Piglet could be heard, after a while inside the basket, Piglet began to get cranky. "Ehhh! Eh! Ehhh!" Piglet squeaked angrily, as he attempted to break out of the wooden prison. I could hear the countless scratching from inside the basket. Piglet was desperate to get out, what a horrible thing to do to such a cute little creature.
"Elijah...let him out." I said.
Elijah looked at me, his hand no longer over his eye. An amused Elijah glanced at me, he smiled evilly, "Let him out? But why? It's so much fun to see him shake and rattle inside the basket." He told me.
"Awww...come on..." I pleaded, "He's just a little hungry." I replied. Piglet had stopped shaking the basket and has given up his attempt of escaping. Elijah looked at me then at the basket, then at me again..."Oh, alright. Godamn." He said. Elijah opened the basket and out scurried Piglet. Piglet walked over to me and sniffed my hand gratefully. I petted his small little pink head. Piglet let out a small sigh, he hadn't eaten in hours. I dug through my pockets and took out half a piece of a sugar cookie and handed it to Piglet. Piglet first sniffed it and then began to nibble at it hungrily.
