The distance-The pain
Harkat Scraped of the pieces of animal flesh from his plate. He chewed on the raw meat, tasteless as it was he couldn't help but eat more. He was unable to go with Darren and the distance between them seemed to be eternity. Mr. Tiny specifically ordered for Harkat to stay in cirque de freak for a week until being able to be re-united with him. Mr. tiny still hadn't told him why and three nights had already passed and for Alice she had to try and carry on her life as an officer as normal as possible but also being aware of the vampires, vampeneze and vampets. 'You seem down' said Evra, sitting beside Harkat, his grey flesh seemed almost glass pale and his mask was in his hand as though trying to inhale the fresh smell of air without being poised by it. Within seconds Harkat ended up putting it on. He knew far to well that the air was poisonous to him but since he and Darren departed form each other he couldn't help but do this every so often as though if he choked that Darren would appear and shout at him for being so absurd but it always failed.
'Harkat?' whispered Evra.
Harkat jolted himself back to reality from the dark pit he was dragged to. 'I just miss Darren....so much. Why doesn't....Mr. tiny just tell me what he....wants to tell me instead of leaving this too late?'
'It really was great having Darren here. It reminded me of all the great things we did when we were little' chuckled Evra remembering. Leaving Harkat's question an unanswered.
'I wonder what his doing this moment?' speculated Harkat, wishing it was Darren that sat beside him. He liked Evra but over the years that his been with Darren he has become like his twin and without him things were lonely.
'Dad play with us' came Evra's sons' voice, jumping up and down with excitement.
'Sorry I've got to play with these lots' Said Evra standing up and running after the kids. Cheering laughter broke out. The soft blowing of the wind howled into the clear blue sky. Harkat looked at the sky and stared at the perfectly shaped clouds. He wondered when his time came would he be able to look down on Darren's every move. Laugh at those silly jokes he made and criticize his lack of positivety when it came to the worst scenarios. Would he be able to visit his long friend, Mr. Crespley? Harkat felt sad that he was thinking these morbid thoughts. He stood up from the grass he was sitting upon and headed towards the camp to try and help the others to prepare for there show tonight.
Night was round the corner and what was a clear blue sky an hour ago had now become grey. Clouds blocked the sun out of site and threatened to rain. Lighting hit and the loud roaring of the thunder joined in queue. Swiftly rain started to pour and the dry camp was now threatening to form puddles. Harkat stood outside letting the rain wash down his grey flesh. It felt cold but it seemed to be washing away his conscience of loneliness. 'Harkat it's time' came Mr. Tiny's voice without any warning. Harkat turned around and followed him into the camp. 'There was a reason for you not being able to go with Darren' said Mr Tiny. There was a long pause and the silence was agonizing. 'Time is running out for you and I didn't want Darren to see you suffer in his presence' he continued.
'But time can't be up' argued Harkat.
'You were having forlorn thoughts weren't you?' questioned Mr. Tiny.
'Yes' uttered Harkat.
'Then there we have it' Mr. tiny simply said. Then something hit Harkat. He dropped down to his knees and grabbed his head trying to stop the throbbing pain ringing in his ears.
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White, everything was snowy white. Kurda stood before Mr. Tiny wearing a white robe and gold scarf looking angelic. 'Kurda you can make up to Darren' came Mr Tiny's voice.
'How?' wondered Kurda.
"I'll bring you back but not as yourself of course and you'll be able to guide him till his time comes'
'Why?' questioned Kurda, his expression clueless and confused.
'Because I'm fair. I shall have to warn you there are consequences.'
'What?' said Kurda.
'You won't know yourself to be Kurda until the time comes but you'll know that your job is to guide and help Darren and you won't be handsome. Less from handsome actually.' Said Mr Tiny.
'O.k. what do I have to do?' articulated Kurda. Not even being bothered about not being able to come back as the handsome man he is.
'Nothing' said Mr. tiny simply. A wide grin fixed upon his face and it was visible that he enjoyed having these powers beyond mortals and other livings.
Harkat watched this scene from a distance, he didn't know what or why he was here and then it clicked. It was his memory. Mr. Tiny made a promise that he would not die until Darren's time was up.
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Harkat was drawn back to reality and he hit the hard floor with a thump, he must of have been floating he figured. 'What happened?' said Mr tiny, his voice seemed more amused rather than curious.
'You made a promise and you can't just break it' shouted Harkat.
'Who said I was breaking my promise. I said when his time was up that you would depart'. A grin of contentment crossed Mr Tiny's face as he saw Harkat realize what his words meant.
'Darren, gone.....NO!!' screamed Harkat.
Alice walked into the office the lieutenant wanted to talk to her about a man who was brought in for murdering three men. She opened the glass door and turned the icy knob. She was greeted by the smell of smoke and her nostril rejected the fragrance causing her to sneeze. 'You called Lieutenant' murmured Alice. She took a seat in front of him inhaling every so often when necessary. She was trying to avoid catching lung cancer. Before she didn't mind people puffing in front of her but after reading this article that stated that the increase of passive smokers getting lung cancer increased by at least 27% she became more cautious. 'I want you to interview this man and try to get something out of him'. Alice sighed and stood up, headed out of the door and walked towards the questioning room. It had been two weeks since Alice left Darren, Harkat, Debbie and Vancha and returned to her old job. Sure it was exciting and fun but Darren felt that she could be more help to the police if she knew about vampires. That way she could prevent these sudden death of innocent people dieing from blood loss.
She entered the room and found a man in his early thirties sitting down on the chair, examining the room as though it was some kind of a museum. Before putting on the tape she told the man to show her both his hands. He questioned her but she said it was for police reasons after becoming conscious that he wasn't a vampire or a vampet did she switch on the tape. 'What's your name?' she asked. He murmured something beneath his breath.
'Say it loud and to the tape' she informed him.
'Marlin Cloudberry' he said through gritted teeth. His medium length brown hair rubbed against his olive skin and his brown beady eyes looked back mockingly. Ignoring his glares Alice carried on with the usual questions you ask lunatic like him. After what seemed like decades of useless questions and answers Alice contemplated that he was a man who needed mental care and was able of committing murder. 'The interview has been terminated at 4:45pm' said Alice. She stood up and headed out of the room.
'Where are you going?' asked one of her colleague. As she left the interviewing room.
'Home, sweet home' she chuckled.
Harkat Scraped of the pieces of animal flesh from his plate. He chewed on the raw meat, tasteless as it was he couldn't help but eat more. He was unable to go with Darren and the distance between them seemed to be eternity. Mr. Tiny specifically ordered for Harkat to stay in cirque de freak for a week until being able to be re-united with him. Mr. tiny still hadn't told him why and three nights had already passed and for Alice she had to try and carry on her life as an officer as normal as possible but also being aware of the vampires, vampeneze and vampets. 'You seem down' said Evra, sitting beside Harkat, his grey flesh seemed almost glass pale and his mask was in his hand as though trying to inhale the fresh smell of air without being poised by it. Within seconds Harkat ended up putting it on. He knew far to well that the air was poisonous to him but since he and Darren departed form each other he couldn't help but do this every so often as though if he choked that Darren would appear and shout at him for being so absurd but it always failed.
'Harkat?' whispered Evra.
Harkat jolted himself back to reality from the dark pit he was dragged to. 'I just miss Darren....so much. Why doesn't....Mr. tiny just tell me what he....wants to tell me instead of leaving this too late?'
'It really was great having Darren here. It reminded me of all the great things we did when we were little' chuckled Evra remembering. Leaving Harkat's question an unanswered.
'I wonder what his doing this moment?' speculated Harkat, wishing it was Darren that sat beside him. He liked Evra but over the years that his been with Darren he has become like his twin and without him things were lonely.
'Dad play with us' came Evra's sons' voice, jumping up and down with excitement.
'Sorry I've got to play with these lots' Said Evra standing up and running after the kids. Cheering laughter broke out. The soft blowing of the wind howled into the clear blue sky. Harkat looked at the sky and stared at the perfectly shaped clouds. He wondered when his time came would he be able to look down on Darren's every move. Laugh at those silly jokes he made and criticize his lack of positivety when it came to the worst scenarios. Would he be able to visit his long friend, Mr. Crespley? Harkat felt sad that he was thinking these morbid thoughts. He stood up from the grass he was sitting upon and headed towards the camp to try and help the others to prepare for there show tonight.
Night was round the corner and what was a clear blue sky an hour ago had now become grey. Clouds blocked the sun out of site and threatened to rain. Lighting hit and the loud roaring of the thunder joined in queue. Swiftly rain started to pour and the dry camp was now threatening to form puddles. Harkat stood outside letting the rain wash down his grey flesh. It felt cold but it seemed to be washing away his conscience of loneliness. 'Harkat it's time' came Mr. Tiny's voice without any warning. Harkat turned around and followed him into the camp. 'There was a reason for you not being able to go with Darren' said Mr Tiny. There was a long pause and the silence was agonizing. 'Time is running out for you and I didn't want Darren to see you suffer in his presence' he continued.
'But time can't be up' argued Harkat.
'You were having forlorn thoughts weren't you?' questioned Mr. Tiny.
'Yes' uttered Harkat.
'Then there we have it' Mr. tiny simply said. Then something hit Harkat. He dropped down to his knees and grabbed his head trying to stop the throbbing pain ringing in his ears.
____________________FLASH FLASH FLASH____________________
White, everything was snowy white. Kurda stood before Mr. Tiny wearing a white robe and gold scarf looking angelic. 'Kurda you can make up to Darren' came Mr Tiny's voice.
'How?' wondered Kurda.
"I'll bring you back but not as yourself of course and you'll be able to guide him till his time comes'
'Why?' questioned Kurda, his expression clueless and confused.
'Because I'm fair. I shall have to warn you there are consequences.'
'What?' said Kurda.
'You won't know yourself to be Kurda until the time comes but you'll know that your job is to guide and help Darren and you won't be handsome. Less from handsome actually.' Said Mr Tiny.
'O.k. what do I have to do?' articulated Kurda. Not even being bothered about not being able to come back as the handsome man he is.
'Nothing' said Mr. tiny simply. A wide grin fixed upon his face and it was visible that he enjoyed having these powers beyond mortals and other livings.
Harkat watched this scene from a distance, he didn't know what or why he was here and then it clicked. It was his memory. Mr. Tiny made a promise that he would not die until Darren's time was up.
____________________FLASH FLASH FLASH____________________
Harkat was drawn back to reality and he hit the hard floor with a thump, he must of have been floating he figured. 'What happened?' said Mr tiny, his voice seemed more amused rather than curious.
'You made a promise and you can't just break it' shouted Harkat.
'Who said I was breaking my promise. I said when his time was up that you would depart'. A grin of contentment crossed Mr Tiny's face as he saw Harkat realize what his words meant.
'Darren, gone.....NO!!' screamed Harkat.
Alice walked into the office the lieutenant wanted to talk to her about a man who was brought in for murdering three men. She opened the glass door and turned the icy knob. She was greeted by the smell of smoke and her nostril rejected the fragrance causing her to sneeze. 'You called Lieutenant' murmured Alice. She took a seat in front of him inhaling every so often when necessary. She was trying to avoid catching lung cancer. Before she didn't mind people puffing in front of her but after reading this article that stated that the increase of passive smokers getting lung cancer increased by at least 27% she became more cautious. 'I want you to interview this man and try to get something out of him'. Alice sighed and stood up, headed out of the door and walked towards the questioning room. It had been two weeks since Alice left Darren, Harkat, Debbie and Vancha and returned to her old job. Sure it was exciting and fun but Darren felt that she could be more help to the police if she knew about vampires. That way she could prevent these sudden death of innocent people dieing from blood loss.
She entered the room and found a man in his early thirties sitting down on the chair, examining the room as though it was some kind of a museum. Before putting on the tape she told the man to show her both his hands. He questioned her but she said it was for police reasons after becoming conscious that he wasn't a vampire or a vampet did she switch on the tape. 'What's your name?' she asked. He murmured something beneath his breath.
'Say it loud and to the tape' she informed him.
'Marlin Cloudberry' he said through gritted teeth. His medium length brown hair rubbed against his olive skin and his brown beady eyes looked back mockingly. Ignoring his glares Alice carried on with the usual questions you ask lunatic like him. After what seemed like decades of useless questions and answers Alice contemplated that he was a man who needed mental care and was able of committing murder. 'The interview has been terminated at 4:45pm' said Alice. She stood up and headed out of the room.
'Where are you going?' asked one of her colleague. As she left the interviewing room.
'Home, sweet home' she chuckled.