CHAPTER 6 - What Now?
I stare quietly at the figure sitting before me. It all happened so fast.
Now Mr. King is dead, killed by this demonic looking being. He, well I think it's a he, is so… different. He has this dark aura about him and it's only made worse by his appearance. His tall, fit, yet lean frame mixed with his dark grey skin, curved horns, and piercing black eyes are something else. Something you would only hear about in stories or see in pictures. Something that I thought wasn't real. But now, I guess it is.
"Hi," I hear him say. His body is strong and tall, yet still agile.
His physique fits his voice, painting a picture that is easily frightening and intimidating. I stare at him, waiting for him to grab me, hit me, anything. But he just looks around awkwardly, taking occasional glances at me.
I open my mouth to speak but words don't come out. I take a small breath.
"T-thank you," I say quietly. Even though Mr. King is now dead, I don't mourn for him. For he is not my father. My true father died a long time ago in that crash with my mother. Mr. King is but a cruel husk of what he once was.
The 'demon' only looks at me. I can only assume it is puzzled, but I am no good at reading facial expressions.
I glance over at the now dead body of Mr. King. I close my eyes and sigh. He really is gone. I hold back tears. It's all over.
"What now?" I ask quietly, party to myself and partly to the demonic being in front of me.
"I'm not sure," he says, looking at me and at Mr. King.
"Should we bury the body?" I ask, earning yet another, what I assumed to be, confused look from the demon.
"I'll deal with it," he says again. As he speaks, I listen intently to his voice, imprinting it in my mind. It sounds familiar, like I've heard it before.
I realize I'm staring and look at the ground. "Thanks," I mumble under my breath, hoping he hears it. I'm debating whether or not I should even be talking to this man. Well 'man' is a stretch.
He stands up, and it makes me flinch. He then pulls his dagger out of the tree and puts it back into it's sleeve on his side.
He looks at me, and says "You might want to look away."
I look at him, but stand up. After the things I've seen, I doubt whatever he is going to do will be that bad. I'm also mildly curious as to what-
My eyes go wide in shock when a wave of darkness washes over Mr. King's body. It comes as quick as it came, burning away the corpse into a few pieces of fluttering ash. The sight makes my mind and body go numb. Rather than feeling sick or scared, I just feel numb. Empty, yet free. Like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.
I glance up at the demon. Even when we are both standing he is taller than me.
He looks down at me and our eyes meet, but only for a moment as my gaze drops to the ground.
Is now a good time to ask him who he is? Or would that be awkward?
"Um…" I stutter, and glance nervously off to the side. Should I really try to talk to him? He's a demon for all I know!
"Who are you?" I ask quickly, afraid of what he might answer with.
"The name's Dyre, and I'm an assassin from the underworld," he says simply and with confidence.
I stutter again unsure how to respond. I look up at him, and I swear I see a small grin on his face, but it was gone as soon as I looked at him.
"H-hi, I'm A-Angle," I stutter.
"Wow, what a great way to respond! You talking to a freaking killer!" I mental scold myself for my horrible social skills. I blush slightly from embarrassment, and only scold myself again for trying to talk to the person who was supposed to kill me.
Then another though hits me, "Why hasn't he killed me? Earlier he whispered he was supposed to kill me and not my dad, but why hasn't he killed me?"
Dyre begins talking, and cuts off my train of thought. "Your very strange for an-" bit he stops himself. I'm assuming he was going to say little girl or something like that, but didn't want to be insulting.
"Yeah, I'm definitely on the more pitiful side of the human race," I mumble quietly under my breath.
He lifts his hand which causes me to flinch, so he puts it back down. He then sighs.
"You…" Dyre starts but pauses again. He seems to be thinking about something very hard.
"Don't know the half of it," he says quietly, looking down at me.
I look up at his face, and realize that he is still looking at me.
"So are you going to leave or?" I ask, unsure if what to do or say. The adrenaline is starting to wear off, so I'm getting a bit foggy.
Dyre doesn't respond, and instead just stares at me as if he was daydreaming. I sit there quietly, waiting for him to come back to reality. I don't want to cut off his train of thought.
"Do you really not know what you are?" He asks, looking directly into my eyes as he talks. His voice is more stern, letting me know he is being serious.
I look at him with obvious confusion. Is he implying I'm crazy or something? Maybe that I'm a second hand murderer now?
"What do you mean?" I ask. I don't know why I put it like that but it's what came out of my mouth.
"No, I was just messing with you," Dyre says, with a small chuckle.
I am instantly confused, are all demons so chill? Or is this not a demon?
"Best of luck, but I have things I need to do," he says, waving me a goodbye. And before I can say a word, he's gone. Disappeared into a cloud of darkness.
I stumble back, startled by the sudden disappearance of the demon who had just killed my father.
Only one thing is in my mind, "What now?"
I look around the now empty woods, and the only sound I hear is the wailing of the wind as it blows through the trees.
I walk to the large tree I was once hiding for my life behind. I then sit down, and lean against the large base, and take a moment to think.
"What in the world am I going to do now?" I ponder, the answer not really becoming clear.
I have no family, no job, and nowhere to go. The house is paid for my parents retirement funds, but I know for a fact that my father is in debt. That's one of the reasons we moved so much, because he barely had enough money to keep us going. But he wouldn't let me get a job.
Guess I'll have to get one now, but I have some time. I already paid for the bills this month.
I sight quietly. I'm not really inclined to go back to the house right now, so I'm just going to stay here for a while.