Chapter five
The morning light slowly flooded into Halcyon's room, as he slept at the corner of the room. It was Monday and Halcyon awakened to the loud commotion he was so used to hearing. Every Monday his uncle would turn on the TV and put the volume all the way up to listen to his favorite show. The Cowboy's Ranch. Which was a really old show about a man who scavenged the old west to find a ranch were he could raise his livestock. Halcyon stretched his arms as far as he could while yawning. Almost instantly he turned to the bed to see the boy.
The boy had not yet wakened, so Halcyon decided to go down and have a quick breakfast. He made his way down past the living room, where his uncle sat and waved at him.
"Hello there sonny, you going to the war today?" he asked with a smile.
"No, not today." Her said with a smile. They both laughed.
He sat down on at the table where Aunt Ingrid handed him some boiled eggs and a piece of bread.
"Now you eat up boy, so you can get nice and strong like your father. And get ready for school" She said with a smile. Halcyon nodded and gobbled down the bread. He saved two eggs for the boy and covered them with foil and made his way up to the room. He went up the stairs and turned.
Then a wave of fear went through him. The boy was gone. He looked around frantically. Quickly he put the eggs down and ran to the bed. Only the ruffled bed sheets remained.
"Where the hell did he go!" shouted Halcyon. Instantly he turned to the window, it was still closed. "If the window is still closed…then that must mean…he's still in the apartment." He said aloud. He quickly looked around his room.
"Hey kid come on out! I know your still in here." He said gently. Then he saw movement. It was under the bed.
"There you are! Hey come on out." He said. As he walked closer something caught his eyes. He gasped in amazement. From under the bed a pair of bright orange eyes stared at him. As he approached the boy came out. Before long the boy was standing before him in his boxers. His silver hair covered his eyebrows, which were placed right above the boy's scared expression.
Halcyon wanted to say something to the boy but his shyness got a hold of him, and he did not speak.
The boy opened his mouth but nothing came out. Halcyon smiled, "So…uh…who exactly are you?" he asked trembling.
The boy did not respond; he just sat on the bed and began removing the cloths that were serving as bandages.
"Excuse me?" said Halcyon with a bit of curiosity. "Are you from around here?"
The boy didn't respond. When he removed the bandages he revealed the cuts that were covered with dried blood and puss. Halcyon turned away and gave a disgusted grunt.
"Are you going to speak to me?" asked Halcyon. "We found you at the old railroad. I'm not even sure if what I saw was a dream or not…" he said. No response came. Halcyon turned around and gasped, the boy was touching his cuts with his fingers. He even stabbed his pointer finger deep into the cut on his stomach.
"Hey! What are you doing! That's so gross!" he said as he ran and pulled the boy's hand away. As soon as his hands touched the other boy's he screamed in pain. His hands felt as if they were touching fire. Instantly he pulled them away and cried. The boy narrowed his eyes and mouthed something at Halcyon. Then the boy placed his hands over his wounds.
Halcyon's eyes widened and he stared with disbelief as a bright red glow came off of the boy's hands. Slowly but surely the wounds began to close, turning into faded scars. Halcyon fell backwards and started scooting away.
"What is that?" he shouted in disbelief. When the boy sealed all his wounds he stood up and made his way to Halcyon. His hands were stretched out toward Halcyon.
"No! No stay away from me! Please don't hurt me!" shouted Halcyon. His body became tense and he put his arms in front of him holding his burnt hands out toward the boy.
"Please don't hurt me!" he yelled. Suddenly the boy grabbed Halcyon's hands. They were warm but not hot like they were just seconds earlier. Halcyon stopped and gave the boy a puzzled look.
"What are you…doing?" he asked with a horrified look on his face. The boy opened his mouth but nothing came out. The boy took a deep breath then began blowing out gently onto Halcyon's hands. He struggled for a bit but stopped when the soothing air went over his burnt palms. It was so warm and gentle. Then Halcyon started laughing as the pain began to leave from his palms.
"I don't believe this!" he exclaimed as the red skin began to regain it's original color. When the boy let go of Halcyon he smiled. Halcyon smiled back.
"How did you do that?" asked Halcyon. The boy opened his mouth and pointed inside. He began motioning wildly. Then it came to Halcyon. The boy was mute.
"So you can't talk, is that it?" asked Halcyon. The boy nodded.
"Oh I see…" he looked down disheartened. "I was really hoping you would help me understand what's been going on, since yesterday." For a moment there was utter silence. But a low grumble interrupted the silence and the boy held his stomach.
"You must be hungry. I brought you some eggs." Said Halcyon smiling. He walked over and lifted the two eggs that he had placed on the floor earlier and handed them both to the boy. Quickly the boy unwrapped them both, and began munching on the boiled eggs, without even removing the shells.
Halcyon watched dazed as the boy ate them.
What am I supposed to do? I have a boy in my room who can't even talk and is eating Boiled eggs whole. And how the hell am I supposed to explain to Charity how he healed himself? She'll think I'm crazy.
The boy burped and stood up stretching. Halcyon laughed.
"So kid, do you have a name?" he asked.
Suddenly a warm wave passed over his body as everything emptied from his mind and one name came into thought. Aerion.