The History Of Marron
Chapter 14: Lost Appetite
A/N: I would like to wish a Happy happy birthday to Alexis (xconversegirl99x) I hope you enjoy your special day. And as a present I dedicate yet another chapter to you. Again enjoy your day and I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Over an hour had passed and he still didn't give up, he wanted everything to be perfect. And that meant the perfection of his outfit was included. It was a struggle since he barely had clothes to fill a portion of his closet and he was always use to just grabbing anything close to his reach before putting it on and calling it a day, not having a care in the world if it matched or not. But today just had to be perfect.
A hand placed on his chin while he contemplated on which piece of fabric was better; he wasn't a fashion designer nor was he a fashion critic but the way his hand was placed upon his chin as he was in deep thought made him seem like a serious fashion designer who wouldn't quit till he found the "perfect outfit."
He gave himself a little scowl; angry at himself and angry for wasting so much time just to choose a stupid outfit. But in the back of his mind he knew that the chosen outfit wouldn't be stupid.
He sighed for a minute before his eyes drifted off to another outfit; a plain white shirt and black pants.
Seventeen nodded his head in approval, it was a simple outfit that wouldn't overdue it. He smiled to himself as his hours of searching finally paid off, it might have been a little worthless and pointless especially since he only managed to chose a simple outfit in the number of hours he wasted. But he wasn't complaining much, he was rather content.
Slipping on his white shoes after fully getting his clothing on he stood up and placed the clothes that didn't win his interest back in the empty closet.
He wasn't conceited enough to have a mirror in his room like his sister who had over a hundred in her room. So he didn't have a chance to check himself out to see if his outfit was on point or if his face was alright. But knowing himself, he always looked good.
Now he had one main objective, to get out the house without being seen.
Now seemed to be the perfect time for regret to sink in...regretting on not getting a room with a window where he would have had an easy advantage to slip out his room and out the house with out his sister consent. But he chose to be the idiot to not have chosen a room with a window installed, since he wasn't fond of gazing upon the outdoors.
He was just about to twist the doorknob till he heard wailing across the hall.
Drat, the brat.
He waited a few minutes for the crying to cease but it never did. Which made his anger spike up quickly.
He had the urge to go out across the hall and set the kid right, but he couldn't jeopardize his date by having his sister know or ask about his whereabouts .
He sat on the floor and waited a few more minutes for his sister to handle the situation which was taking longer than usual.
Just a few hours earlier his niece was in an overjoyed mood. As she kept shouting to the entire household that she finally grew the nose her mother had promised to soon appear. She had told him about a thousand times today before he became infuriated with her annoyance and kicked her out. Where she cried for a while before his sister cheered her up and sent a few punches his way; She had seemed to have gotten stronger after the birth of Marron, and that excluded the tough training she had to endure over the years with him.
The wailing finally stopped to Seventeen's contentment. But as soon as he heard a knock on the door all his joy was sent down the drain.
'What do you want?' He asked sharply.
'M-mommy s-said to go to y-you a-and give you this.' the stuttering and the whistling of her missing front tooth was heard.
He slapped his forehead as his plans was foiled by the little brat, but his eyes widen as her words fully reached his ears.
He twisted the knob roughly and opened the door with force scaring the young blonde who quickly took a step back with a half fearful look on her face.
Before he had the chance to ask her what exactly did his sister leave in his niece's hands he spotted the folded piece of paper in her small hands.
'Give me that,' he replied harshly as he snatched the paper from her tiny grip before opening it up to read it:
Dear Seventeen
I know Marron be might trying to read it so I'll be discrete as possible, I went out shopping and I'll be out for a couple hours, so have fun with your niece and I don't mean training...we don't need her to lose another teeth by the hands of you again. Take her to the park or something. Just make sure my baby has fun or your dead. I also left a good amount of money in her bag downstairs to buy her some food and some clothes, so you better take her shopping.
Sincerely your beloved sister
He muttered some incoherent words under his breath and squeezed the note to death as he finished read the letter.
THAT FUCKING BITCH!
Why the hell would she do this to me?!
I knew she always hated me secretly
He looked down at the smiling girl.
'What are you smiling for?' He asked, the anger clearly heard in his voice
'Were going shopping!' She screamed joyfully, ignoring the anger in his voice.
Seventeen frowned, 'and who told you that lie?'
Marron's smile faltered, 'you just read it off the note mommy left you.' she replied.
'I did?' He questioned himself, not remembering reading it aloud.
'yes,' his niece replied.
He rolled his eyes and closed his door before burning the paper with an energy ball.
'Let's go brat,' Seventeen growled, already making his way down the stairs.
He watched the cheerful girl jump down each step carefully; counting the number of steps,before grabbing her bag off the couch and tossing it to her.
Once they were outside Seventeen looked down at his niece once again.
'So you wanna fly today?'
He almost laughed at the fear that struck her face once the word 'you' and 'fly' left his mouth.
She shook her head furiously at his suggestion and he growled, already irritated. It was always hilarious to see her reaction but it was always infuriating when she denied.
'Well you're gonna have to get over your damn fear of flying one day! You little scaredy-cat.'
As the clear tears began to form in her eyes he grabbed her hand roughly before shooting into the sky. Not wanting to hear or see another episode of her sniveling.
She hid her head onto his warm chest once he held her in a tight embrace. She began to scream hysterically. While he laughed silently as a idea formed into his head.
Once he was an hour away from their home he loosened his grip on the young blonde he was protecting with all his life before letting her go completely.
He felt a little pang of regret at his actions. But he had to admit that it was hilarious to see her struggle to fly as she kept flapping her arms as if she was a bird . Then there was the actual regret, once he had grabbed her before she hit the ground with a splat and landed on the ground, she wouldn't stop bawling her eyes out. Which began to give him a major headache.
He knelt down and placed his hands on both her shoulders before looking up at her bowed face and looked into her tearful eyes. He wiped the tears as a fatherly action and slightly smiled at the little girl who looked at him with hate in her eyes.
He chuckled softly, making the girl's facial expression became meaner, almost close to her mother.
'Hey, hey, hey. Stop your foolish crying. Remember what I told you, crying is a babies job. And your not a baby.'
Her crying had ceased, but tears still ran through her face. She crossed her arms together and `
black dotted eyes meet icy blue eyes.
'I'm gonna tell mama what you did to me a-and s-she's gonna kill you,' she said once she stop bloating her cheeks.
His eyes didn't really widen as she mentioned that she was going to be a tattle tell to get him killed, he was just trying so hard to actually take her threat seriously from her stuttering voice to the whistling of her missing tooth.
'Let's make a deal kid, I buy you some ice cream and you don't tell your mother what just happened.'
The only words she basically heard was 'deal, don't tell your mother and ice cream.' But her eyes seemed to have lighten up once she heard the word ice cream and it was as though she forgot that she was supposed to be angry at her uncle.
She was about ready to shake his hand till she came up with a smarter idea of her own.
She went back to her mean expression and crossed her arms to Seventeens hair scratching confusion.
'What's your problem now?!' He half growled.
'You have to buy me the biggest ice cream and take me shopping!' She yelled.
Seventeen almost fainted at her "little" request. Sure he could buy her the biggest ice cream the ice cream parlor had to offer, but not only wasn't she allowed to eat a lot of sweets. But if she so happened to have a sugar rush she would tend to use what little power she had uncontrollably and he couldn't have the whole world knowing or seeing a little girl with super natural powers. But no way in hell was he going to back to hell again to go shopping. He suffered enough for the past years as they kept taking him to the constant unending trips to the mall.
No with a big hell in the front is what he wanted to say, but if his sister found out about almost killing her daughter he would be joining Satan pretty early.
Minutes passed as they stood glaring at each other, Seventeen with a frown on his face while Marron on the other hand placed a similar angry frown on her face.
Wasting time was no longer an option, he was probably already late for his date just because he was acting childish. So he was forced to say 'deal.'
As they shook hands, Seventeen stayed kneeling down. 'There's one more thing I have to add to this deal.'
She squinted her eyes at him, curious. 'If I don't get my ice cream and get to go shopping you can forget it.'
Seventeen rolled his eyes, she was truly his sister's daughter. 'You'll get your ice cream and your little shopping spree kid, I just need you to do me a huge favor.'
Marron stop squinting her eyes and smirked, 'continue.'
'Okay, your uncle here is going on a date, do you know what a date is?'
She placed a puzzled look on her face, 'you mean like today's date?'
Seventeen slapped a hand onto his forehead, 'no you idiot, a date is...'
He quickly stopped himself. Explaining what the word date meant to her would take forever, then it would lead to a plethora amount of badgering questions. And he didn't need her to know anything about dating. In his book she wasn't allowed to date any boy, even when she was 50. She would stay as his pure little niece forever. His sister already lost all her purity so it was up to him to keep his niece's purity locked in a safe.
'Forget what I said. I'm just going to see this girl who likes me, and your going to have to pretend that I'm your daddy. Got that?'
She nodded and smiled. 'So do I get to have purple hair too?'
For a minute Seventeen was confused till he remembered that he still had to keep his lavender hair as a disguise to see Amaya.
"No kid, you don't need to have purple hair. Because people with purple hair is evil. Remember that.'
She nodded her head again, 'your not that evil uncle 17.'
Seventeen smiled, but shocked to hear her words as she sounded like she actually meant it.
'Thanks kid, now remember I'm not your uncle 17 right now I'm your-'
'Daddy!' she yelled as she jumped in the air.
He had explained everything to her in order to not have her jeopardize his chances with Amaya, even if he managed to bed her several times over the years. He still needed someone to satisfy him.
Rule number 1. Don't call me uncle. Rule number 2. Don't say or do anything weird. Rule number 3. Don't embarrass me. Rule number 4. Don't mention anything about you or me having powers. Rule number 5. Don't tell her I'm in a disguise. Rule number 6. My name is Lapis, but you call me...daddy. Rule number 7. Don't mention mommy, imagine that she's gone...forever (at this she cried)
'Hey, what did I tell you, no crying. It's just a game, mommy's not gone forever.'
She wiped some of her tears away, 'I-I don't wanna play a game where mommy's gone forever or with you gone forever...I don't wanna be alone.'
Instead of rolling his eyes like he always did at her comments he just stared at her, dumbfounded. He was not expecting to hear her say those very words that left her mouth seconds ago. It was true though, he had to admit that. Without them she would be alone in this world that was 75% destroyed. She would live a life as a vagrant or a life of isolation. He couldn't imagine that faith for her, she might have her fair share of annoyance, but she was still his niece. Joyful and full of life.
He grabbed a piece of tissue from the inside of her bag; his sister really prepared Marron's bag carefully. And he wiped the tears before the snot off her face.
'You're never going to be alone, I promise you that. Me and your mother will be here forever, with you.'
As she looked presentable she smiled lightly at her uncle who gave her a mini hug, before standing up and quickly grabbing her hand, walking out of the deserted land and into the busy streets of a town.
They crossed several streets before nearing the cafe he and Amaya had their first date.
Already the brown haired girl spotted them from her seat and ran up to them.
Alright showtime...Marron you better not ruin this.
Once she made it to Seventeen she smiled and kissed his cheek before her eyes drifted to little girl he held in his hand.
'I don't remember having stealing a kid on my bucket list.'
Seventeen chuckled silently, 'she's my...daughter. I just didn't want to tell you since you might not have wanted to date me...but I guess you won't want to date me now since I lied to you.'
She waved her hand in the air as a sign of dismissal, 'I've been lied to many times before, not every relationship can be perfect, besides it's one lie. And I love kids. What's her name?'
'Marron.'
'Aw, isn't that sweet,' she bent low to look Marron in the eye, 'hello Marron, I'm Amaya.'
Marron looked at the woman's large eyes before looking at her uncle, not knowing if she was supposed to say hi or wait till she was told, her uncle just smiled down at her.
Marron brought her eyes back to Amaya's, 'I grew a nose today!'
God dammit Marron.
With all his strength he managed to not slap his hand on his forehead.
Seventeen chuckled nervously, 'we were playing the game I got your nose,' Seventeen said answering the question that Amaya didn't ask but her quizzical look did.
She smiled at Marron and laughed, 'I see, a pretty little nose.'
Amaya stood up and quietly sighed, 'I guess we can't go to the movies anymore.'
For a quick second Seventeen was about to protest on why, till he remembered his niece.
The next thing on the bucket list was something a little extreme; have sex in the theater till they got caught.
He began to get angry again, his plans for a perfect day with Amaya was ruined because he was stuck babysitting his niece because his sister wanted to do some unnecessary shopping.
'Movies!' Marron shouted.
Amaya smiled down at the little girl, 'well I guess we can still go to the movies. What movies are playing anyways?'
Once they made it to the movies there were several things playing, most things were rated R or PG-13. The things that were rated PG were just horrible to look at in Seventeen's opinion. Most movies were about inanimate objects having human characteristics. And the rest were about cartoon animals and then there was this one princess movie his niece kept pestering him to watch.
They had already purchased their tickets, which was a five minute process as Seventeen took a whole five minutes passing the money for the tickets to the cashier, half hoping the tickets would be sold out, but knowing no way in hell that was going to be possible.
After a mini argument with his niece who kept asking for all the sweets in the menu, he ended up buying her one box of licorice.
The process to get their soda's, popcorn, and Nachos only took a matter of ten minutes to Seventeen's dismay knowing the trailers that were playing was still showing.
They walked to their specific theater, well Marron skipped all the way there before grabbing Amaya's hand and dragging her to a seat while Seventeen was left carrying all the refreshments.
Disappointingly he sat next to Marron who sat in the middle of Amaya and him.
As soon as the trailers finished in a matter of minutes which felt like hours to Seventeen the entire screen went pink indicating the girlish movie was about to start. Once the title screen appeared minutes after they showed tiny clips of the movie Seventeen fell asleep. But was punched awake by his niece.
His eyes opened wide once the fist made contact with his gut, he looked down at his niece, instead of gritting his teeth like he wanted to do he smiled as he spotted Amaya looking at him with a small smile placed upon her face.
He rubbed his stomach, though her hands were chubby and small she seemed to have a good amount a strength for her age. Thanks to him, and a little credit will go to his sister.
After enduring what felt like living in the underworld, two hours passed.
Grateful, Seventeen jumped up with joy as the movie he was forced to watch came to an end, the screen went black as it began to display the credits.
He took a moment to stretch his numbed body before walking out the theater room hastily, not wanting to stay in the room that caused him to suffer for two hours; his goal was to get some sleep while the movie was playing so he wouldn't have to watch the fluffy and girlish movie. But his niece had other plans, punching him each time his eyes fell shut.
Sleep was something he'd been practicing to do over the past years to try to get rid of Insanity, he was following his sister's crazy advice, but was still stuck in level one were he barely even drifted off into sleep. Many things have happened for the past years and many times Insanity almost won the chance to take full control of his body. No longer was he that cocky man who believed that it was not only stupid but ludicrous to try to invade his own nightmares in an attempt to get rid of his other self. But he was that egotistical man who although still believed the idea was plain crazy since he would be risking his precious life, he had hope and confidence on his side to defeat his other self.
As he neared the theater's clear glass doors with hands in his pockets he couldn't help but hear his niece indistinct chatter with his girlfriend about the "wonderful'' movie they just watched.
He smiled lightly hearing her cheery voice, he might have a difficult relationship with kids because they were always joyous and hyper which wasn't always pleasant in his opinion and at times he could be classified as having the trait of disliking children. But just like he loves making his sister happy he loves making his niece happy too.
Once he exited the theater's his niece came running to him; already he detected that the licorice had an affect on her.
She giggled a bit as she intertwined her hands with his.
'Shopping!' She yelled.
'I promised to take her shopping.' Seventeen whispered into Amaya's ears once she joined the two.
She nodded and smiled.
Together the trio walked hand in hand to Amaya's car to take a drive to the nearest mall which Amaya said was just twenty minutes away.
The situation he was placed in now was so familiar from the endless trips to the huge building that offered varieties of clothing, shoes, food, and other necessities.
A tired hand placed on his cheek, a deep scowl of frustration drawn on his face and a sigh of weariness escaped his lips as boredom began to gnaw at his brain. Bags upon bags filled the seat next to him...all belonging to his niece and his girlfriend.
He trained himself years ago to ignore the giggling girls who seemed to pass him every second, as their giggles indicated that he looked pretty silly, something he didn't like to be considered. He was childish, but he didn't want to be teased as being known for staying in a girl's store forced to give his opinion on which article of clothing was better when he could easily ditch his girlfriend and niece and come back when their finished. But Amaya had kept reassuring him that their giggles meant otherwise; their soft laughter indicated how sweet it was to stay shopping with his girlfriend. He still didn't believe it as it made no sense what so ever, and if it did... then he fully came to a conclusion that girls are just plain weird and complicated to understand.
A few minutes passed and he finally heard the sound he was waiting on for about five minutes; the creaking of the dressing room door.
He stood up and stretched his bones, Amaya came out smiling before moving aside to present his smiling niece. Her blonde hair in two perfect tight pigtails, her face gleamed with pride in her look, and her outfit similar to the outfit of the princess in the movie; a blue and pink tutu dress tied to her neck, and a neat blue bow laced in the middle.
He had to admit she looked adorable.
After changing back to her regular clothes they headed to the checkout line which wasn't that long.
They exited the mall with a cheery Marron who wore the new dress, a blue bow entwined in her blonde hair and white sneakers that she begged to wear.
'Doesn't she look like a princess?' Amaya had asked Seventeen once Marron stepped out the bathroom fully dressed.
Seventeen had smiled broadly once the question was asked, and replied with a confident 'yes she does. My royal princess.'
'Ice cream!' Marron said before grabbing Seventeen and dragging him to the parking lot.
Seventeen chuckled silently as his niece dragged him to the car.
'I'm not the one driving the car Marron,' he said once they neared the car.
She stopped dead in her tracks as her uncle mentioned the truth. She quickly turned around and ran back to Amaya dragging her to her car.
The drive was half an hour as they wanted to go to an ice cream parlor near a park.
Throughout the drive Marron sung a song about ice cream, which amused the two adults.
They had entered the store after Amaya finished parking the car. The overly hyper girl ran to the front to view the ice cream on display pushing some adults and kids in her way.
Seventeen apologized to each person his niece bumped, the word sounded so strange each time it left his mouth and each time he said it he truly didn't mean it, he just kept in his laughter as his niece had bumped several people carrying cones and bowls of ice cream, almost making them drop the frozen desert onto the clean marble ground.
Seventeen raced up to the blonde, who know looked at a raven haired woman behind the counter.
'I want ice cream!' Marron demanded, making the raven haired woman arch her eyebrow as Seventeen figured the lady was trying to figure out who specifically was the young girl's parents.
'Huh, sorry about that,' Seventeen said to the woman whose named tag read Sarah, 'Marron what did I tell you about manners,' Seventeen whispered sharply in his niece's ear.
She stuck her tongue out at him while he ignored her actions and looked back at the lady behind the counter.
'She's pretty excited for ice cream.'
Sarah nodded and chuckled a bit, 'well isn't that cute. We have an option for creating your own ice cream with the varieties of flavors to chose from and then we have our special ice cream of the day, mainly made for girls. It's called the princess crepe.'
Marron eyes lit up once she heard the word princess, 'I want that one daddy, I want that one.'
Seventeen nodded at his nieces demands, 'and how does that look like?'
Sarah pointed to the glass that sealed cakes and other deserts. Seventeen's eyes drifted from desert to desert till he found the princess crepe. He almost fainted at the size of the thin pancake filled with ice cream and pink sprinkles. The price would also cause parents eyes to bulge out of their skulls, but as he was rich from sometimes stealing money from the banks and people the price was nothing to worry about. But the thing his niece wanted was surly going to cause Marron to expose her powers to the world.
Amaya bent low to take a look at the ice cream, the first thing that almost caused her to faint was the price, but Seventeen assured her that he'll be able to afford it, she didn't question him on how which he was glad for.
'You sure you'll be able to eat all of that Marron?'
'Yup,' Marron answered Amaya's question with a smile.
'We're going to be sharing it,' Seventeen said while Marron frowned.
'Nuh-uh.'
'Yes.'
'No.'
The yes and no argument had gone on for an entire five minutes till they were being constantly screamed at by the costumers who were behind them, as they did not realize they were holding up the line. So they ended up buying the princess crepe to share and Amaya a cone of vanilla ice cream.
Now they stood at the park watching Marron interact with other kids as she played in the playground having the time of her life. She hadn't eaten much of the crepe as Seventeen kept stealing big licks and bites off the desert not trying to have her have a sugar rush. She also didn't have much of an appetite to eat it all anyways.
'How old is she?' Amaya asked breaking the one hour silence they were engulfed in as they had just laid on the tickling grass enjoying each others presence and watching Marron play.
He fought the urge to gulp, the question felt like a pop quiz he wasn't ready for...well he wasn't ready for it, he never really paid attention to the brat's age, all he knew that she was growing each year and so was her annoyance.
As Marron ran up to them just as Seventeen was about to open his mouth to tell Amaya the age he believed his niece was she hugged them both surprising the two grownups.
Once she let them go, ending the hug Seventeen was the first to get out of the state of shock.
'Now what was that for?'
Marron smiled showing off her missing tooth, 'for making me have the best birthday a five year old can ask for.'
Lightning struck his body with realization, and his body froze as though the temperature deducted from it's humid weather to zero degrees.
Holy shit. It is her birthday, no wonder her nose finally grew...now everything makes sense. My perfect day was ruined because eighteen went out to buy things for her surprise party.
He kinda felt like a pile of shit for forgetting, but his niece seemed as though she didn't notice or that all the nice things he was doing for her today was a present as he usually wouldn't do any of this crap for her.
Amaya had wished Marron a happy birthday once again before driving off. The two began to walk to a deserted area before he would take off into the sky with his niece in his hands.
'I love you daddy,' Marron had whispered in his ear once they began to take flight.
Seventeen smiled lightly, 'you don't have to call me that anymore.'
Marron smiled sleepily at him, 'I like calling you daddy uncle 17,' she murmured before falling asleep in his arms.
He smiled some more and flied faster, and to his correct guess their was a surprise party for Marron once they made it home.
Everything was set to its finest. She wanted everything to be perfect for their arrival, although it was supposed to be the other way around she didn't mind at all. All she wanted was for them to arrive before it was too late to celebrate this special day with her.
Bundles and bundles of food filled the dining room table, although they weren't much of an eater she was sure that seeing the abundant mass of food would make them eat till their bellies were full.
She grabbed her clipboard to go over her list to make sure she had everything written on the paper. If her uncle saw her doing this he would've laughed uncontrollably and tell her she was wasting a bunch of her time just to impress him and her mother for a party of three. She smiled at the thought, it might have been a waste of time but time was all she always had when her mother and uncle would take their mysterious trips where she wasn't allowed to tag along.
She walked around the house checking off things from her list like having the balloons she blew an hour ago still in place and standing high and proud.
The sounding of the bell to the oven caused her to take an abrupt halt and place the clipboard neatly on the coffee table and rush to the kitchen where she placed one of her mother's apron that she never used as she couldn't cook around her neck. She took the oven mittens from its rack and put them on her hands before turning off the oven and grabbing the steamy hot cake from the oven.
She placed the sweet desert on the counter to let it cool off before taking off the mitts and running back to the living room to continue checking off things from her check list.
She was back in the kitchen in a matter of minutes checking to see if her uncle's beer cans were still keeping it's cool in the fridge and seeing if her mother's favorite ice cream was still in the freezer.
Once she checked off the last bits of the things written on the sheet of paper she went to work on the cake, frosting it to perfection.
She was glad to know how to cook, and it was all thanks to the heavily amount of free time she had in her life to watch the cooking videos from the DVD's her mother had brought her. Her cooking seemed to impress her mother even if she barely ate it like her uncle would.
She finished spreading the finishing touches to the cake, she licked a piece of frosting off her finger before placing the cream filled knife in the sink.
An hour had passed and she was done cleaning all the pots and pans made to cook the dishes, now all she needed was to get dress and wait for them to show up.
Running up the stairs with excitement she headed for her room. The pink painted walls was an addition a few years ago as she begged her mother who bullied her uncle to buy the paint and paint the room, she could still remember his grumbling from when they were at the store buying the paint and in her room painting the light shade of pink; replacing the plain white walls. Placed on the walls were her art work from when she was younger till now, which had improved drastically. She had a queen sized bed decorated with pink and white sheets. Her drawer that had a mirror attached to it was in the far corner full of her hair accessories and the makeup she never used.
She was living the good life, she had to admit that. Clothes and food was unending. Her closet was always filled with the newest things her mother and uncle would purchase at the mall.
She grabbed the outfit her mother told her to wear today, a simple knee high pink dress that puffed up at the bottom. She kept her hair in her formal pigtails before running out of her room and sliding down the stairs to wait for her guardians.
She sat at the table with her hands folded on the tablecloth and her feet swinging under the wooden table. Another hour had passed and they still didn't return, she didn't worry much as it was only nine, there was times when they came later. Although the food was getting cold she ignored the wailing of her stomach and waited. Once it reached eleven she began to worry a bit, but she still didn't take a bite of food, just stared at the delicious dishes with hungry eyes as the smell seemed to grow stronger with every passing minute the clocked ticked away and it began to get too intoxicated to resist the urge to just dive in and eat the food as though she was a wild beast. She stood up at thirty past eleven, she headed for the drawer to get the candles and the lighter for the cake.
After placing two candles in the middle of the cake she lit them...waiting to hear the twist of the door knob to the always unlocked front door. But as twenty minutes passed, making in ten minutes before twelve she stood up again as she had previously sat down once she lit the candles; finally losing hope of their return.
She eyed the melting wax candle, still living, just barely.
As it reached 11:59 she moved closer to the cake, "well...happy fifteenth birthday to me I guess,' she whispered to herself before blowing out the candles. Making the dinning room grow dark as it's only light source was now gone. The hunger that was once going to cause her stomach to eat itself was long gone...her appetite lost like her hope.
She held her tears in not wanting to cry as her uncle told her many times throughout the years of her life that crying was a babies job, but once her head hit the soft pillows to her bed reality finally kicked in and the tears managed to escape without her permission.
She paced around for a few minutes, thinking. She knew one day her brother would bring up this topic again and now seemed like the perfect time for him to ask. Automatically she would have said no, but now she was rather curious to see how things would play out, although she wouldn't want her daughter doing the same, but the idea sparked her interest.
'So what do you say Eighteen?' Her brother asked, his arms folded as he leaned against a forest tree, watching her intently.
'I...what if she doesn't want to do it, she's human enough to see that it's wrong.'
'She'll come to like it at one point,' Seventeen replied, kicking the dead leaves from the ground.
'I don't know, what if he manages to...'
'He can't even beat us Eighteen what gives him the advantage to be even able to kill her, she has her strength from you, some of her father's moves and all the training she's been through in her life made her strong enough.'
Eighteen finally stopped her pacing and looked in the direction of their home although they were several miles away from it, 'okay.'
Seventeen smiled, 'her birthday will be here in a couple of days, we can take her then. And if you want to weaken the boy up before we bring her along we'll weaken him, before we see what Marron can truly do.'