This chapter is supposed to happen a bit before the other ones.. Maybe
you´ll get the idea, maybe not! Just ask, I will answer... This is the
first idea I got for this story, so, this is what I´ve been writing about
this whole time! :)
Plz review...! I haven´t recieved any lately.. oh, stop nagging, you bitch.. :p
Chapter #8
//The beginning //
The sky was pouring down rain as if all the gods were crying these silver drops onto the earth.
A young woman, not older than 16, tumbled down on the streets of this long forgotten and abandoned city, clutching some baggage to her chest, protecting it as if it was an infant. Her hair was red and wet and was continuesly blown across her face by the fierce wind raging these streets. Her eyes were colored with this strange deep, green color, rarely seen by those walking the surface of the earth, beautiful but sad, desperate but calm, all in one. Her clothes were raggy and torn and clutched to her body, soaking wet.
The woman came into a small square, a water fountain in the middle, no water spewing out of it, and few broken benches circling it. She looked about her as if she was afraid that somebody was watching her. Or maybe she was expecting to see someone. Either way, she ran to the center of the square, to the fountain, tumbling once, nearly loosing the hold of the baggage in her arms. And when she finally got to the fountain she layed the baggage gently down on the street, brushed her hand once over it passionately and then ran back, the same way she had come, leaving the small object wrapped in dirty clothing behind. Her face was covered with drops of rain and tears.
It continued to rain and when only few minutes had passed since the departure of the woman the small baby begun to cry, it soar and mostly unused voice piercing through the air nearby. The woman had tried to conceal the face of her child from the rain with the cloth, but the wind had blown it away so the rain now fell unhindered upon the infant´s face. And between the child and the cloth there could be seen the corner of a paper, flapping in the wind.
Then, out of nowhere, there appeared a man on the square. He was tall, young, with dark hair and wore white clothes all over, much like doctor´s clothing. He walked slowly towards the screaming child, bent down and picked it up. He stared at the small boy for a few moments, as if he was deciding what to do with it, then shielded his face from the rain with his hand. The baby did not stop crying but the cry got somewhat less desperate. Then the man started walking out of the square, exactly to the opposite direction the woman had gone. Finally the child stopped crying, looking up at the stranger´s face with strange affection in it´s young face, almost as if this man was his mother, not the young woman who brought him there. The man smiled down at the baby and brought it into a huge building, enclosed by trees in all directions. The building seemed like it was to fall apart, many of it´s uncountable windows broken, and the painting long gone.
When inside, the man unwrapped the infant and lifted it up, it´s small body naked. He held the child up in front of him, smiling broadly, showing his straight teeth, his eyes becoming like small rippes in his young face. He could not be any older than 19, but he bore this kind of glow about him that showed much more matured and experienced personality than anyone his age could possibly have. His dark grey eyes were full of joy and laughter whichs only release was through these eyes. He laughed with his eyes, from his heart, but never aloud.
The infant laughed it´s first laugh, stretching it´s arms out towards the man. But then the man noticed something he had not noticed before. A small piece of paper that had fallen out of the child´s cloth. He seemed to sigh, as if he had been waiting for this paper to appear with anticipation, took the child in his arms and bent down for the paper. He ran his eyes over the lines on the paper, smiling happily, although something seemed to be wrong. Then he wrapped the child back in the rags and walked in a corridor, going straight into the huge building.
While walking with the child he spoke to it, played with it, letting it suck on his finger, until it fell asleep. He smiled gently at it, as if it was his own, his caring obvious in his eyes.
Finally, after walking up many stairs and along many corridors, the man opened a door and entered a small room. There was the first human being he encountered in the house.
The man inside the room turned around as he heard the dark haired man step inside. The man was wearing the same kind of clothes as the dark haired man, white with absolutely nothing personal on them. He had blond hair, a big nose and a long mouth with small, tight lips. The wrinkles at his eyes implied that he was the kind of man who was always worried about something, big or small. He was about 50 years old, and probably the type who did not smile a lot.
He was standing in front of an operation table. The table was made of shiny metal and was covered with one sheet only. The only light in the room was from a lamp positioned directly above one end of the table.
'It´s here?' the blond asked the dark haired man.
'Yes!' the dark haired man answered, holding out the baby.
'And the form?'
'It is here!' He held out the piece of paper.
'Good!' the blond said and nodded. 'Lay it here!' he said, waving his hand slowly at the table.
The dark haired man did as the other one bidded and layed the child gently on the operation table. The infant opened it´s big, green eyes as far as they would go and looked puzzled at the dark haired man.
'Sshhh...' the man said and smiled. 'Lie still!'
'So.. what are we dealing with here?' the blond asked, unwrapping the clothing from the child. He began to inspect the child from head to toe.
'A boy. 1 month old. Born in Lindblum. Unregistered. Fatherhood unknown.'
'Name?'
'What?'
'Does it have a name?'
'Well...'
'What does the line signed 'name' say?' the blond asked irritably.
'Um... It´s blank..' the dark haired man answered, staring puzzled at the unused line.
'Blank?' the blond asked in surprise. 'What an unusual name...'
'...'
The dark haired man wrote down the supposed name.
'Well, he seems to be pure. Put him with the others. I think he will be of some usage!'
'Yes sir!'
The dark haired man picked up the child, that had begun to cry again during this inspection. When they were back out on the corridor the dark haired man begun to sing to the boy, low at first, sounding like a whisper, but as they got further away from the inspection room he raised his voice, singing gayly to the boy, and the boy stopped crying, sucking on the man´s finger. Then falling asleep.
They reached the fourth floor and the dark haired man found the room he was looking for. It was big, with many small beds, about 30 or 40 all in all. But only 3 of them were in use. One small bed in the far back was inhabited by a small girl, only about 1 year old, with blonde curls in her short hair, soundly asleep. Her snores sounded like a cat´s purr. She was grasping her small bunny figured teddy and her thumb stuck up her mouth.
Not long from her was another small bed in use. In it lay a small boy, about 3 years old, with hair as white as snow, much more so than the girl´s, and skin so pale and shiny it looked like glass. The boy was sweating alot and a small whimper could be heard from his bed when the man entered the room.
Then, in the third bed opposite the one the boy was lying in, there was another girl, about 7 years old. Her hair was dark brown and completely straight, falling down in long and thin locks over her back as she lay on her stomach. The girl was thinner than could be reasoned healthy, her cheeks flat, nearly like holes. But her face was untroubled, although there was a big bruise on her forhead.
The dark haired man paused when he entered the room, looking over the room, checking on the three children. As he heard the whimper from one of the beds, where the boy lay, he walked to it, bent down and stroked the boy over his face.
'Shh...' he whispered, calming the boy down. It worked and soon the child was sleeping soundly, like the two girls.
The dark haired man found a small bed, a crib obviously meant for children under 1 year old, and put the small, redheaded boy in it. The boy did not wake up, but he whimpered a bit when the man´s finger left his mouth. But the dark haired man sat by his side for a few minutes, stroking his back gently, back and forth, calming him down. When the boy was sleeping tightly the man got up and walked out of the room, pausing only for a few seconds in the door, looking back at the four children.
'Good night, Blank.' he whispered, closing the door.
*~*~*~*~*~*
'Boss?'
'Yes Marcus?'
'Who is this?'
'Marcus, meet Blank!'
'Hiya!'
'...'
'What´s wrong with him? Why doesn´t he answer me? Why´s he covering his eye?'
'I don´t know, Marcus.'
'Come now, let me see!'
'No!'
'Marcus, lay off the boy!'
'Lemme see!'
'No!'
'C´mon!!'
'Nooo!'
*WHAM*
'Ouch...'
'Um... Blank.. you shouldn´t hit Marcus like that.'
'...'
*~*~*~*~*~*
'Blaaank!'
The small redheaded boy looked over his shoulder to see his blonde companion coming towards him.
'Hi Mira!' he answered and smiled at her. He was only about 6 years old and she was 7. They were both dressed in white pants, which only reached their mid shins, and white, short-sleeved, zipped shirts.
'Whatcha doing?'
'Nuthin!'
'Na-a, I saw you were doing sumthin!'
'Na-a!' the redhaired boy shook his firery head fiercely.
'Come on let me see! It´s a sword isn´t it?'
'Nope! Go away!' and he continued to shake his head.
'You know we´re not supposed to play with swords! You could get expelled!' she said, smugly.
'I don´t have any sword, now go away!!' the boy shouted. He was not any good at lying.
'Come on! Let me see and I won´t tell!'
'No!'
'Blank!!! Let me seeeee!!!' the girl shouted with as much irritating voice as she could, her blond, curly hair jumping up and down as she herself did without pausing.
'You´re so selfish Blank!' she shouted at the boy, putting her fists on her hips.
'Go away!' the boy said childishly!
'I´m gonna go get uncle Mav'!' the girl said, stubbornly.
'Fine! Just go!' the boy answered, trying to sound like he did not care.
'He´ll spank you for this!'
'...'
'Come on, let me see!' the girl shouted as she found that all her tricks were not working.
So she tried her last. She jumped at the boy and tried to pull the small dagger out of his hands. The boy tried to keep hold of his treasure, but the girl was both broader and taller than him so she easily grabbed the dagger out of his hands.
'Give it back!' the boy cried in agony. But the girl turned away from him, and easily brushed his hands off her arms.
'Give it back, now!' the boy persisted, now getting angry.
'It´s kewl..' the girl said, staring at the dagger´s hilt.
'Now!!!!!'
'Nooooooo!' she teased him, turned at him, holding the dagger behind her back.
*Wham*
'...ow...'
The boy had hit the girl in the stomach as hard as he could.
The girl begun to cry.
The boy grabbed the dagger and ran away, heading for his room.
'Uncy Mav'!!!!' was the only thing the girl could shout between her intense screams.
'What is going on?' a dark haired man yelled when he stepped into the hallway Mira was lying in, clutching her stomach.
'Blank hit meeeeeeeeeee!' she whined.
'He did what?' the dark haired man asked.
'He *sob* hit me!! In the *sniffle* belly!!' She clutched her hands tighter over her stomach.
'Now why would he do that?'
'He´s jus' mean!!' the girl stated angrily.
'Now Mira! What are you two up to?' the dark haired man asked her, putting on an angry face, obviously suspecting that this incident was not entirely the boy´s fault.
'Nothing! He just hit me!'
*~*~*~*~*~*
'That boy is getting quite agressive, Mavor.' the blond man said pasing the floor of the studyroom.
'I know,' the dark haired man answered, 'but it is merely a stage. All boys go through stages!'
'Sure enough Lenil did not!'
'Well, Lenil is special...' the dark haired man whispered, looking over the four children sitting in the play room, eyeing Lenil´s white head. They were there, sitting in a circle, working together on some project the blond had layed for them. None, her dark hair spreaded over her shoulder, was obviously in charge, for she was the oldest of them.
'Special, yes! Along with the other three. But this behaviour of his has been progressing for quite some while now and you know as well as I do that this is on the borders of being a problem, Mavor!'
The dark haired man sighed and looked at the redheaded boy´s face, as it flickered from sad to angry to astonished then sad again. 'Yes... he has a short temper, I know.' He looked at the blond man. 'But that does not mean that he´s not capable!'
'Well, yes it does. If he isn´t capable of focusing on his study then he won´t be of any use to us. He´s better off without it, then.'
The dark haired man looked startled. 'But..' he started. 'You can´t mean that! The boy is our.. he´s.. I mean...'
'I know well that he is our best subject, BUT he is not getting any progress. His ratings are still the same as they were 3 months ago!'
'But sir...'
'This if final! Plus, he smuggled a weapon into out headquarters. That is enough for me to expell him.'
The dark haired man turned to face the other direction than the one the children were in.
'And I´m the one who´s supposed to tell him?' he asked, sounding tired.
'Yes. And the one to erase his existance.'
The dark haired man looked even more shocked. His face was pale as a corpse.
'You didn´t seriously think that we would just let him go with all the knowledge he has about us?' the blond asked him questioningly.
The dark haired man sighed again. 'No.' he answered. 'I guess not...'
'Now then.. you´ll do it tomorrow, and dispose of him in Lindblum. So many bums die there every day, no one will notice one boy´s casualty.'
The dark haired man nodded gravely. Then his eyes flickered back onto the face of the redhaired boy sitting with the other children, that face he knew so well. The one he had brought into this building in his arms only 6 years ago, the one he had raised and nurtured for all these years. The one he was supposed to kill. 'Erase'.
Then, suddenly, as if the child had noticed that the dark haired man was staring at him, the boy looked directily at him, then stumbled to his feet and ran towards him.
'See, uncle Mav'!' he half-shouted as he reached out his hands. 'See what we did, uncle Mav'!'
The dark haired man looked flustered at the boy´s hands. In them he was holding a small object; a ball-like object filled with colors. There were white, blue and brown, but mostly red. The colors flickered over the ball, forming small words every now and then. The man looked at the small ball, trying to see what the colors said.
'We made it for you!' the boy said smiling. 'We all put our favourite color inside of it, and made it make one word, the word we thought was somehow connected to you!' the boy´s smile grew even wider. 'Mira is the blue one, None the brown, Lenil the white and the red is mine!' he said, obviously proud of their work. He reached his hands further towards the man. 'Take it!'
The dark haired man hesitated, but then took the small ball in his hands. It was not any bigger than a golfball, and he inspected it carefully. It was smooth and the colors in it beautiful. Then the colors flickered. First there came the blue forming the word 'Best'. The man smiled faintly and looked at Mira for an instant. She blushed and looked the other way. Then came the white color forming the word 'Strong'. The man laughed silently and saw the white haired boy brighten with joy. Then came the brown color in the shape of the word 'Kind'. Mavor looked flustered at None, who flinched from his gaze. Then at last came the red color and, to the dark haired man´s surprise, formed the word 'Father'.
The man lost his face, as he felt himself melt like a teenagegirl who had just recieved a smile from the cutest boy in school. Then he gathered his dignity back, looked at the redhaired boy and smiled. 'Thank you!' he said and patted the boy on his head with his hand, which was huge compared to the boy´s head.
The boy smiled broadly, then turned his back at the man and ran to his friends, the man´s heart sinking at the thought of having to end that adorable little life the following day.
*~*~*~*~*~*
'Is it done?' the blond asked as the dark haired man walked into the room.
'Yes.'
'And where did you put the body?'
The dark haired man flinched.
'Lindblum.'
*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: Wow... didn´t expect that one coming. Too corny? Centimental? But it just felt right.. And the way I always referred to people as 'the dark haired man' or 'the redhaired boy' in this chapter was on purpose. It, too, just felt right! Hopefully somebody´s enjoying this! If none is, that´s OK. I´m enjoying writing it! ^_^
But this story is getting quite long.. I think it will reach novel length, or sumthin' ... Well, let´s just wait 'n' see.. I don´t have the ending up, yet. But this is fun, so I´ll keep it up.
Thanx for reading, and hopefully REVIEW! :) (I´m writing this too often, aren´t I?!? ;) )
Plz review...! I haven´t recieved any lately.. oh, stop nagging, you bitch.. :p
Chapter #8
//The beginning //
The sky was pouring down rain as if all the gods were crying these silver drops onto the earth.
A young woman, not older than 16, tumbled down on the streets of this long forgotten and abandoned city, clutching some baggage to her chest, protecting it as if it was an infant. Her hair was red and wet and was continuesly blown across her face by the fierce wind raging these streets. Her eyes were colored with this strange deep, green color, rarely seen by those walking the surface of the earth, beautiful but sad, desperate but calm, all in one. Her clothes were raggy and torn and clutched to her body, soaking wet.
The woman came into a small square, a water fountain in the middle, no water spewing out of it, and few broken benches circling it. She looked about her as if she was afraid that somebody was watching her. Or maybe she was expecting to see someone. Either way, she ran to the center of the square, to the fountain, tumbling once, nearly loosing the hold of the baggage in her arms. And when she finally got to the fountain she layed the baggage gently down on the street, brushed her hand once over it passionately and then ran back, the same way she had come, leaving the small object wrapped in dirty clothing behind. Her face was covered with drops of rain and tears.
It continued to rain and when only few minutes had passed since the departure of the woman the small baby begun to cry, it soar and mostly unused voice piercing through the air nearby. The woman had tried to conceal the face of her child from the rain with the cloth, but the wind had blown it away so the rain now fell unhindered upon the infant´s face. And between the child and the cloth there could be seen the corner of a paper, flapping in the wind.
Then, out of nowhere, there appeared a man on the square. He was tall, young, with dark hair and wore white clothes all over, much like doctor´s clothing. He walked slowly towards the screaming child, bent down and picked it up. He stared at the small boy for a few moments, as if he was deciding what to do with it, then shielded his face from the rain with his hand. The baby did not stop crying but the cry got somewhat less desperate. Then the man started walking out of the square, exactly to the opposite direction the woman had gone. Finally the child stopped crying, looking up at the stranger´s face with strange affection in it´s young face, almost as if this man was his mother, not the young woman who brought him there. The man smiled down at the baby and brought it into a huge building, enclosed by trees in all directions. The building seemed like it was to fall apart, many of it´s uncountable windows broken, and the painting long gone.
When inside, the man unwrapped the infant and lifted it up, it´s small body naked. He held the child up in front of him, smiling broadly, showing his straight teeth, his eyes becoming like small rippes in his young face. He could not be any older than 19, but he bore this kind of glow about him that showed much more matured and experienced personality than anyone his age could possibly have. His dark grey eyes were full of joy and laughter whichs only release was through these eyes. He laughed with his eyes, from his heart, but never aloud.
The infant laughed it´s first laugh, stretching it´s arms out towards the man. But then the man noticed something he had not noticed before. A small piece of paper that had fallen out of the child´s cloth. He seemed to sigh, as if he had been waiting for this paper to appear with anticipation, took the child in his arms and bent down for the paper. He ran his eyes over the lines on the paper, smiling happily, although something seemed to be wrong. Then he wrapped the child back in the rags and walked in a corridor, going straight into the huge building.
While walking with the child he spoke to it, played with it, letting it suck on his finger, until it fell asleep. He smiled gently at it, as if it was his own, his caring obvious in his eyes.
Finally, after walking up many stairs and along many corridors, the man opened a door and entered a small room. There was the first human being he encountered in the house.
The man inside the room turned around as he heard the dark haired man step inside. The man was wearing the same kind of clothes as the dark haired man, white with absolutely nothing personal on them. He had blond hair, a big nose and a long mouth with small, tight lips. The wrinkles at his eyes implied that he was the kind of man who was always worried about something, big or small. He was about 50 years old, and probably the type who did not smile a lot.
He was standing in front of an operation table. The table was made of shiny metal and was covered with one sheet only. The only light in the room was from a lamp positioned directly above one end of the table.
'It´s here?' the blond asked the dark haired man.
'Yes!' the dark haired man answered, holding out the baby.
'And the form?'
'It is here!' He held out the piece of paper.
'Good!' the blond said and nodded. 'Lay it here!' he said, waving his hand slowly at the table.
The dark haired man did as the other one bidded and layed the child gently on the operation table. The infant opened it´s big, green eyes as far as they would go and looked puzzled at the dark haired man.
'Sshhh...' the man said and smiled. 'Lie still!'
'So.. what are we dealing with here?' the blond asked, unwrapping the clothing from the child. He began to inspect the child from head to toe.
'A boy. 1 month old. Born in Lindblum. Unregistered. Fatherhood unknown.'
'Name?'
'What?'
'Does it have a name?'
'Well...'
'What does the line signed 'name' say?' the blond asked irritably.
'Um... It´s blank..' the dark haired man answered, staring puzzled at the unused line.
'Blank?' the blond asked in surprise. 'What an unusual name...'
'...'
The dark haired man wrote down the supposed name.
'Well, he seems to be pure. Put him with the others. I think he will be of some usage!'
'Yes sir!'
The dark haired man picked up the child, that had begun to cry again during this inspection. When they were back out on the corridor the dark haired man begun to sing to the boy, low at first, sounding like a whisper, but as they got further away from the inspection room he raised his voice, singing gayly to the boy, and the boy stopped crying, sucking on the man´s finger. Then falling asleep.
They reached the fourth floor and the dark haired man found the room he was looking for. It was big, with many small beds, about 30 or 40 all in all. But only 3 of them were in use. One small bed in the far back was inhabited by a small girl, only about 1 year old, with blonde curls in her short hair, soundly asleep. Her snores sounded like a cat´s purr. She was grasping her small bunny figured teddy and her thumb stuck up her mouth.
Not long from her was another small bed in use. In it lay a small boy, about 3 years old, with hair as white as snow, much more so than the girl´s, and skin so pale and shiny it looked like glass. The boy was sweating alot and a small whimper could be heard from his bed when the man entered the room.
Then, in the third bed opposite the one the boy was lying in, there was another girl, about 7 years old. Her hair was dark brown and completely straight, falling down in long and thin locks over her back as she lay on her stomach. The girl was thinner than could be reasoned healthy, her cheeks flat, nearly like holes. But her face was untroubled, although there was a big bruise on her forhead.
The dark haired man paused when he entered the room, looking over the room, checking on the three children. As he heard the whimper from one of the beds, where the boy lay, he walked to it, bent down and stroked the boy over his face.
'Shh...' he whispered, calming the boy down. It worked and soon the child was sleeping soundly, like the two girls.
The dark haired man found a small bed, a crib obviously meant for children under 1 year old, and put the small, redheaded boy in it. The boy did not wake up, but he whimpered a bit when the man´s finger left his mouth. But the dark haired man sat by his side for a few minutes, stroking his back gently, back and forth, calming him down. When the boy was sleeping tightly the man got up and walked out of the room, pausing only for a few seconds in the door, looking back at the four children.
'Good night, Blank.' he whispered, closing the door.
*~*~*~*~*~*
'Boss?'
'Yes Marcus?'
'Who is this?'
'Marcus, meet Blank!'
'Hiya!'
'...'
'What´s wrong with him? Why doesn´t he answer me? Why´s he covering his eye?'
'I don´t know, Marcus.'
'Come now, let me see!'
'No!'
'Marcus, lay off the boy!'
'Lemme see!'
'No!'
'C´mon!!'
'Nooo!'
*WHAM*
'Ouch...'
'Um... Blank.. you shouldn´t hit Marcus like that.'
'...'
*~*~*~*~*~*
'Blaaank!'
The small redheaded boy looked over his shoulder to see his blonde companion coming towards him.
'Hi Mira!' he answered and smiled at her. He was only about 6 years old and she was 7. They were both dressed in white pants, which only reached their mid shins, and white, short-sleeved, zipped shirts.
'Whatcha doing?'
'Nuthin!'
'Na-a, I saw you were doing sumthin!'
'Na-a!' the redhaired boy shook his firery head fiercely.
'Come on let me see! It´s a sword isn´t it?'
'Nope! Go away!' and he continued to shake his head.
'You know we´re not supposed to play with swords! You could get expelled!' she said, smugly.
'I don´t have any sword, now go away!!' the boy shouted. He was not any good at lying.
'Come on! Let me see and I won´t tell!'
'No!'
'Blank!!! Let me seeeee!!!' the girl shouted with as much irritating voice as she could, her blond, curly hair jumping up and down as she herself did without pausing.
'You´re so selfish Blank!' she shouted at the boy, putting her fists on her hips.
'Go away!' the boy said childishly!
'I´m gonna go get uncle Mav'!' the girl said, stubbornly.
'Fine! Just go!' the boy answered, trying to sound like he did not care.
'He´ll spank you for this!'
'...'
'Come on, let me see!' the girl shouted as she found that all her tricks were not working.
So she tried her last. She jumped at the boy and tried to pull the small dagger out of his hands. The boy tried to keep hold of his treasure, but the girl was both broader and taller than him so she easily grabbed the dagger out of his hands.
'Give it back!' the boy cried in agony. But the girl turned away from him, and easily brushed his hands off her arms.
'Give it back, now!' the boy persisted, now getting angry.
'It´s kewl..' the girl said, staring at the dagger´s hilt.
'Now!!!!!'
'Nooooooo!' she teased him, turned at him, holding the dagger behind her back.
*Wham*
'...ow...'
The boy had hit the girl in the stomach as hard as he could.
The girl begun to cry.
The boy grabbed the dagger and ran away, heading for his room.
'Uncy Mav'!!!!' was the only thing the girl could shout between her intense screams.
'What is going on?' a dark haired man yelled when he stepped into the hallway Mira was lying in, clutching her stomach.
'Blank hit meeeeeeeeeee!' she whined.
'He did what?' the dark haired man asked.
'He *sob* hit me!! In the *sniffle* belly!!' She clutched her hands tighter over her stomach.
'Now why would he do that?'
'He´s jus' mean!!' the girl stated angrily.
'Now Mira! What are you two up to?' the dark haired man asked her, putting on an angry face, obviously suspecting that this incident was not entirely the boy´s fault.
'Nothing! He just hit me!'
*~*~*~*~*~*
'That boy is getting quite agressive, Mavor.' the blond man said pasing the floor of the studyroom.
'I know,' the dark haired man answered, 'but it is merely a stage. All boys go through stages!'
'Sure enough Lenil did not!'
'Well, Lenil is special...' the dark haired man whispered, looking over the four children sitting in the play room, eyeing Lenil´s white head. They were there, sitting in a circle, working together on some project the blond had layed for them. None, her dark hair spreaded over her shoulder, was obviously in charge, for she was the oldest of them.
'Special, yes! Along with the other three. But this behaviour of his has been progressing for quite some while now and you know as well as I do that this is on the borders of being a problem, Mavor!'
The dark haired man sighed and looked at the redheaded boy´s face, as it flickered from sad to angry to astonished then sad again. 'Yes... he has a short temper, I know.' He looked at the blond man. 'But that does not mean that he´s not capable!'
'Well, yes it does. If he isn´t capable of focusing on his study then he won´t be of any use to us. He´s better off without it, then.'
The dark haired man looked startled. 'But..' he started. 'You can´t mean that! The boy is our.. he´s.. I mean...'
'I know well that he is our best subject, BUT he is not getting any progress. His ratings are still the same as they were 3 months ago!'
'But sir...'
'This if final! Plus, he smuggled a weapon into out headquarters. That is enough for me to expell him.'
The dark haired man turned to face the other direction than the one the children were in.
'And I´m the one who´s supposed to tell him?' he asked, sounding tired.
'Yes. And the one to erase his existance.'
The dark haired man looked even more shocked. His face was pale as a corpse.
'You didn´t seriously think that we would just let him go with all the knowledge he has about us?' the blond asked him questioningly.
The dark haired man sighed again. 'No.' he answered. 'I guess not...'
'Now then.. you´ll do it tomorrow, and dispose of him in Lindblum. So many bums die there every day, no one will notice one boy´s casualty.'
The dark haired man nodded gravely. Then his eyes flickered back onto the face of the redhaired boy sitting with the other children, that face he knew so well. The one he had brought into this building in his arms only 6 years ago, the one he had raised and nurtured for all these years. The one he was supposed to kill. 'Erase'.
Then, suddenly, as if the child had noticed that the dark haired man was staring at him, the boy looked directily at him, then stumbled to his feet and ran towards him.
'See, uncle Mav'!' he half-shouted as he reached out his hands. 'See what we did, uncle Mav'!'
The dark haired man looked flustered at the boy´s hands. In them he was holding a small object; a ball-like object filled with colors. There were white, blue and brown, but mostly red. The colors flickered over the ball, forming small words every now and then. The man looked at the small ball, trying to see what the colors said.
'We made it for you!' the boy said smiling. 'We all put our favourite color inside of it, and made it make one word, the word we thought was somehow connected to you!' the boy´s smile grew even wider. 'Mira is the blue one, None the brown, Lenil the white and the red is mine!' he said, obviously proud of their work. He reached his hands further towards the man. 'Take it!'
The dark haired man hesitated, but then took the small ball in his hands. It was not any bigger than a golfball, and he inspected it carefully. It was smooth and the colors in it beautiful. Then the colors flickered. First there came the blue forming the word 'Best'. The man smiled faintly and looked at Mira for an instant. She blushed and looked the other way. Then came the white color forming the word 'Strong'. The man laughed silently and saw the white haired boy brighten with joy. Then came the brown color in the shape of the word 'Kind'. Mavor looked flustered at None, who flinched from his gaze. Then at last came the red color and, to the dark haired man´s surprise, formed the word 'Father'.
The man lost his face, as he felt himself melt like a teenagegirl who had just recieved a smile from the cutest boy in school. Then he gathered his dignity back, looked at the redhaired boy and smiled. 'Thank you!' he said and patted the boy on his head with his hand, which was huge compared to the boy´s head.
The boy smiled broadly, then turned his back at the man and ran to his friends, the man´s heart sinking at the thought of having to end that adorable little life the following day.
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'Is it done?' the blond asked as the dark haired man walked into the room.
'Yes.'
'And where did you put the body?'
The dark haired man flinched.
'Lindblum.'
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A/N: Wow... didn´t expect that one coming. Too corny? Centimental? But it just felt right.. And the way I always referred to people as 'the dark haired man' or 'the redhaired boy' in this chapter was on purpose. It, too, just felt right! Hopefully somebody´s enjoying this! If none is, that´s OK. I´m enjoying writing it! ^_^
But this story is getting quite long.. I think it will reach novel length, or sumthin' ... Well, let´s just wait 'n' see.. I don´t have the ending up, yet. But this is fun, so I´ll keep it up.
Thanx for reading, and hopefully REVIEW! :) (I´m writing this too often, aren´t I?!? ;) )
