Chapter Thirteen

"Tell the devil I said "hey" when you get back to where you're from." – Bruno Mars 'Grenade'

I pretended I didn't know. I pretended that it didn't happed. I knew it did, I just didn't want to face it. I knew they weren't coming back. That was because they had found a new fixer-upper home and they needed to focus on setting that up.

The months passed. They actually passed rather quickly. That was probably because I was somewhat happy. Living with Malachai wasn't so bad. You could say that we were friends. If you wanted to, I mean really wanted to, you could say we were more than "friends".

Anyways, time seemed to be speeding by. We were growing up, but not very much. We were still the children which we would always be.

Usually, children are the ones who want to be grown up. They want to be adult-like. They think that it's going to be amazing; the perfect life. I think that they're wrong.

Here, you want to be a child. If you weren't a child, they would kill you. Just like that. It was terrifying how easily they could do it. Those children did it without blinking, without flinching, without remorse.

It shouldn't have happened. I cannot stress that enough. They shouldn't have been able to kill off all of the adults. They shouldn't be able to keep this reign of terror. They should have been beaten by now.

I don't even know what they did it for. They claimed that it was justified. They seemed fine with it. They all had killed a multitude of people and they were proud of it. The worst part of it is that they were wrong. No "god" would order that.

Still, something existed. There was some force, some being, some thing out there. In the corn. There had to have been something corrupting everyone. It wasn't natural.

I don't think they would have done it if it weren't for Isaac. He had a way with words. That was what persuaded people to join him. Even Malachai fell into it. I knew that once you fell into it, you were stuck in it. You couldn't get out. You and you alone were responsible for your actions. You would pay the price.

I thought about stopping the root of the problem multiple times. I knew what I would have to do and I knew it would be relatively easy. I thought that it could be justified, but who am I to decide what is justice and what is vengeance? They're the same thing, really. People like to say that they have a reason for doing what they did when they don't. Some people will do anything for an excuse.

I wanted to stop him, but there was nothing I could do. If I had killed him, I would have been just like them. I didn't see that when my mind vaguely outlined the plans. I don't know what would have happened after, but I know that it would have been terrible.

There is only one thing I know for sure; if Isaac never came this wouldn't have happened. Children don't kill, right?

AN: Sorry for the long wait. My internet was down and my stupid phone won't let me publish anything!

So, in all of the reviews, I see the same answer to my question. To be completely honest, I was going to go the other way. I had it all planned out and it made so much sense. Here's the question for this chapter: Would you guys totally hate it if Malachai did die? I mean, I can change it around because I have two ideas, but I think one is better than the other.

Why am I asking so many questions? You guys are the readers! If you want to read something, I'll write it for you! I want to make sure you guys enjoy this story and I want to make you happy, even if it's just for a minute reading this. The more feedback, the more you'll like it.

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