Enigma – Chapter 2- Yazoo's dream

"Can you remember?"

"What?"

"How it felt?"

" I don't know what you are talking about.. leave me alone!"

"You shouldn't be lying here.. They'll find you."

"...Who are they?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm..."

"Yazoo?" Loz poked the younger boy in the side. "what are you doing?"

"Uhmm.. Blood?" Yazoo showed his brother bloody finger and got a worried face back.

Yazoo wasn't really sure if it was blood, because he had never seen such a thing before.

"I don't know… does it hurt?"

"Uhm…I guess"

The boys were sitting in a park, it looked as though it had been through some rough years.

But now the only children playing here were the tree silver haired orphans.

Or so they were called among the city people.

"Kadaj don't eat mud! So what are we going to do about it?" Loz's became even more worried and started biting his nails.

"Stop! I want it to stop" It didn't work, apparently bleeding wasn't something anyone.

"Maybe we should ask Father?"

"NO! Forget about him STOP IT!" Yazoo stood up! he kicked down in the ground and shouted again. Loz started crying.

" Don't... Kadaj?" Kadaj grabbed his brothers finger. He looked at yazoo for a few seconds, then a small grin appeared on his face.

He slowly moved yazoo's finger up to his mouth, he put it in and started sucking on it.

Yazoo was stunned, his body was trembling. He felt a little dizzy but still he was able to think clearly.

Suddenly Kadaj's eyes pierced yazoo's. He couldn't see anything. He couldn't think. His head filled with screams and loud cries for help.

A sharp pain sqeezed his body as if all his bones were crushed. Then a sudden insane pleasure grew making him scream out of pleasure,

but the voice wasn't his.

"Kadaj!"

Kadaj let go of his finger, and Started playing with the sand again. Loz mouth was open and after a while a rather loud "HAH!"

escaped from his mouth and he grinned. Apparently he hadn't noticed what yazoo had seen.

"Problem solved right?" Loz gave a big smile.

Yazoo didn't answer..

"Even then... I knew he was different."

"How about you?"

"Me?"

"Are you just a memory?"

"No... I'm not even that."