TITLE: I Was Made to Love You
AUTHOR: Sanguinary
COPYRIGHT: November 7, 2001
RATING: PG 13
SPOILERS: Invincible Fiend
DISCLAIMER: BWoC and it's characters do not belong to me. Anna, Emily, Danny and Jeff do though.
FEEDBACK: Sanguinary_515@hotmail.com
SUMMARY: Classic love story. Boy creates friend. Boy locks friend away in trunk for ten years. Friend comes back and tries to kill boy and boy's new friend. But what happened to make all of this happen?
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You are the reason
I was born
To be with you though all seasons
I'll always hear you when you call
-Good Boat Sunday by Supertramp
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Merton, age five, watched his Mommy as she walked around the kitchen. She had a phone nestled in between her shoulder and her head. Mommy was talking to Aunty Jane about coming to see her on the weekend. Merton didn't like Aunty Jane. She was old and grumpy.
"No. No. Yes. Sure I'll bring bean dip." Mommy turned to look a Merton, "Merton just can't wait."
Merton, knowing what Mommy wanted him to do, nodded. Mommy smiled. Maybe he would get a cookie later.
After Mommy hung up the phone, Merton walked over to her and tugged on her pant leg.
"Mommy," Merton asked, "May I have a cookie."
"Not right now Merton." Mommy pushed him towards the door. "Why don't you go outside and play?"
"But…"
"Mommy's busy." She opened the door and set him on their small porch. "Go on Merton."
And, before Merton could say any more, Mommy shut the door behind him.
It was bright outside and Merton looked around his backyard, thinking about what to do.
The backyard was large to a child as small as Merton. In the left corner of the yard were a sandbox and a swing-set. But, in the right corner of the yard was a large bush with plenty of places for a kid to hide. Not sure of which one to pick, Merton remembered a way of choosing that his cousin Mary had taught him. He closed his eyes and spun around, right arm outstretched. He kept twirling until he fell down.
Quickly, he opened his eyes to see which way he was pointing. His arm was
pointing towards the bushes. Merton stood and brushed the dirt off of him as he
walked towards the bushes. He liked it underneath the bushes. It was dark and
when he was inside of it, no one could find him.
Merton dropped to his hands and knees. Quickly, he crawled under the leafy bottom of the bush and wiggles his way into the center. He was almost completely inside when…
"Ow!"
Merton drew his hand back quickly. He had accidentally cut it on a pointy
branch. Merton snapped the branch off of the bush and tossed it away. He
scrabbled deeper into the bush and, when he found a little clearing, he sat down
and looked at his hand.
It wasn't a serious cut and it didn't hurt much. Merton couldn't help but stare at the red blood slowly trickling down his palm. Knowing that if he wiped the blood on his clothes he would be in trouble, he looked around for something to wipe it on. He saw a piece of paper trapped in between two branches. Merton grabbed the paper and wiped his hand on it. The blood smeared across the yellowed paper.
After his hand was clean, Merton took a closer look at the paper in his hand. It was covered with words, some that Merton knew and some that he didn't.
"This sp-ell. Spell. Will gr-ant. Grant. The wishes of the be-hold-er. Beholder. To act-ta-vate. Activate. You must press the b-loo-d. Blood. Sta-in-ed. Stained. Hand of a child and then make a wish." Merton, though unsure of some of the word's meaning, was sure that the paper wanted him to make a wish. "I wish that I could have a… a…" He stopped for a moment.
He could have anything he wanted. But what did he want most.
"Over here!"
"No! Over here!"
"I got it! I got it!"
Merton heard the voice of his neighbor Jeremy and his friends Tommy and Carl as they played. He had tried to play with them a few times but none of them seemed to like Merton. Suddenly, he knew what to wish for.
"I wish that I could have a friend." He closed his eyes and waited.
"Touchdown!"
Merton opened his eyes, just a crack. Nothing had happened. Sighing sadly, Merton stuck the paper back in the branches where it had been before and lay down on his back. He yawned once and, before he knew if, he was asleep.
~~
Tommy
Dawkins watched with dread as the football went over the fence and into the
Dingle's yard.
Jeremy looked at Tommy and said, "It's your turn Tommy."
"It can't be."
"It is." Carl agreed. "I went last time and Jeremy went before."
"But…"
"No
buts." Jeremy pointed at the Dingle's yard. "Go."
Tommy pouted as he walked along the white picket fence separating the two yards.
He paused at the edge of the fence, looking into the yard to make sure that no
one was around. Then, quickly as he could go, he ran into the yard.
Looking around, he couldn't see where the ball had landed. Then he noticed a brown splotch inside the bush in the corner of the yard. Tommy scurried along the fence line until he reached the bush. Then he dropped to his knees and crawled into the bush.
He saw the football lying beside the Dingle kid. Tommy couldn't remember if his name was Marvin or Morton. He suddenly felt the urge to wake the kid up and ask him if he wanted to play too.
Tommy crawled towards the kid and was about to wake him up when…
"Ahh!" He seized his knee in pain as he knelt on the end of a sharp stick. It pierced his jeans and went into his skin.
"What's wrong Tommy?" Carl called from over the fence, "Did you see something scary?"
"Yeah, like Mrs. Dingle's underwear?" Tommy could hear Carl and Jeremy laughing.
Tommy's knee ached and he could feel tears running down his face. He didn't want Carl or Jeremy to see him crying. Looking around, he saw a piece of scrap paper nearby him. He grabbed it and wiped his face clean. Then he grabbed the football and crawled out of the bush, pain shooting though his knee the entire way.
"Stupid Dingle," He muttered as he limped out of the yard, "Probably left that stick there on purpose."
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The paper fluttered in the bush. The tears, mixed with sweat, ran down the page. As it flowed over the blood, it began to change. The paper dissolved into a golden glow, creating thousands of little sparkles. The sparkles spread thought the bush and settled over top of Merton's body.
} Wish I had a friend {
They became liquid, covering Merton in a golden skin.
Then as quickly as it formed, it unformed and oozed onto the ground, forming a human shape.
~~
IT wasn't.
IT was.
That was all IT knew when IT opened IT's eyes. IT looked around and IT changed colour, becoming green. IT looked at the thing walking away from the bush and IT became larger. IT breathed in the air and IT became real.
A noise came from behind IT. IT slowly turned around and saw…
The Creator. IT reached out and touched the face of The Creator, feeling it's smooth cheeks. IT felt something for this child, something IT had never known. Gently IT shook The Creator.
"Wakey, wakey." IT said.
The Creator blinked sleepily. "Hello." The Creator said.
"Hello." IT said back.
"What are you doing here?"
"You made me," IT said, "You asked for a friend.
The Creator blinked with surprised. "I made you?"
IT nodded. "Yes."
"You're mine?"
"Yours and yours alone." It felt good for IT to belong to The Creator.
The Creator smiled making IT feel that unnamable feeling again.
"Do you have a name?" The Creator asked.
IT shook IT's head.
"Then I'll give you one." The Creator thought for a moment and then said, "Mr. Invincible. Vince for short."
Vince smiled. "What's your name?"
The Creator smiled, "Merton. And you're really my friend?"
"Yes," Vince couldn't help but grin, "Vince is your friend and it's p-p-p-p-playtime!" Vince tickled Merton's side and felt something swell within Vince's chest as Merton giggled. This was Vince's child, Vince's friend, Vince's Creator. He belonged to Vince, now and forever.
