Part Forty-eight:
I was holding the baseball, Oak's favorite baseball, behind my back. It was backup...in case he wouldn't agree to go to the park with me. It was forbidden for me to go to the park by myself. Oak was always to go with me. And today was a beautiful day. Yet the sun would be lowering not long from now, and since I had nothing better to do, I figured Oak and I could head to the park. It was just down the road, in the middle of what I like to call the Square.
Simple why someone would call it the square. The park was surrounded by buildings: The town Hall, some houses, a gas station, and a flee market. It left the park in the middle of it all, in a square. So that the only way you could get into the park is through this two way road. But Oak had found a way that didn't involve walking AROUND the buildings to the road. You just have to go through the fence of this one person's house, and slip past the alley in between the Town Hall and the Flee Market.
The park itself was small, anyways. It had a large sandbox, in which held a slide, swings, monkey bars, and some rocking animals. Then there was the basket ball hoop, some four way bucket looking thing on a pole, and even a net that you could play grass volley ball on. No feilds or anything. It seemed like a safe place to play baseball in. Plus, on the way back, the old lady--in the house that the fence we go through is located--loves to come out, and give us drinks.
She was deaf, so I have no clue how she knows we're on our way back.
Oak had a bad feeling about going to the park on this Sunday March. That or he just loved to see me begging him. "I don't think so,"he said with a smile. Oak looked a lot like me, everyone could tell we were siblings. His black hair was always messed up because he never could stay still. His face always had some kind of dirt on it because he could never stop playing his sports outside. But his eyes were just as radiant blue as mine. Not icy like my eyes would start to grow to.
"I'll tell mom,"I said in my whiney voice. That was always the next step. After this would come the black mail. I always pull the blackmail, and it always ticks off Oak. That's only because he was too stupid to figure out what to pin on ME. I always had something on him. And if not, then I always had something precious of his. Just like his baseball that he caught during the baseball game dad took him to. He didn't take me, but I only threw a fit because I knew I'd get something from it. Sports never interested me.
"Tell her, then,"Oak said with a shrug,"I'm going outside to play with the neighbors." I hated the neighbors. They're all older than me, and nobody wants to play with their friends little sister. This is when the blackmail comes in. I raised his baseball in front of me, just for a second before I bounded over to the open window. "GIVE IT BACK,"Oak yelled furiously, chasing after me. "NO, go to the park with me or I'll throw it way away,"I threatened furiously.
I'd never taken Oak's ball before, but it was a mistake. He punched my arm, and pried my hand open to get the ball. The loss of my last backup plan caused me to be furious. So I started to come up with another thing to pin on Oak. Seeing the red on my arm from where he punched me, I started whining loudly until I was crying. "No, no, no,"Oak said in a quiet whisper, grabbing my arm, trying to fix his mistake. "Don't cry,"he said quickly,"I'll go to the park with you, just don't cry."
Mom and Dad always get mad at Oak for treating me roughly. So I concidered to continue my fit until he got in big trouble. Then again, I did want to go to the park. "Promise,"I said with a sniffle. "Let's go,"Oak said with a sigh, relieved I didn't get our parents involved. We started off towards the park, but Oak said loudly before we left,"We're going to the park for awhile!" Dad didn't answer. Mom said,"Go the right way, don't go through that poor lady's yard."
We went through the yard, none-the-less. I kept an eye on the windows to see if maybe she was always spying on us. Like always, she wasn't there. We arrived in the park, and I automatically went to the swings. Only four of them, but nobody ever came here anyways. So I always had my swing available. I loved to swing as high as I could, then when the swing went as far out forward as it could, I'd jump off to see if I could land farther.
It was like flying. I liked to fly. Plus, it never hurt. That always got me wondering. If I jumped off so far, why didn't it hurt? But if you trip off your feet and land, it hurts. Maybe it depends on the way you land. Oak stayed off to where the volleyball net was. He only threw his baseball as far into the sky as he could, then he'd catch it. I thought it was boring, but he called it excercise. I guess by throwing more, it'll get higher and higher. Then it would move, and you always had to keep an eye on it.
After sliding, swinging, and climbing the monkey bar...I started to get bored. Oak saw this, and said,"Do you wanna play catch?" I hated playing catched. I couldn't throw for the life on me. I decided to play anyways. Oak took me to the park after all. I guess I owed him something. So while Oak threw like a pro...I kept dropping it, and throwing it two feet in front of me. "Look,"Oak finally said,"You throw it like this." It was already dark, now, but Oak wanted to show me how to throw a ball.
He always wanted to teach me something about sports. Maybe he'd be a coach one day!! I'd be librarian. That would be awesome. All I'd have to do is take care of books! Yet, I watched Oak, and tried what he suggested. It was just a thing. I always tried to learn stuff, that way when I do play sports...I won't completely suck at it. I guess that's a good thing. "Try it, then,"he coaxed. I held the ball in my hand. It was bigger than my hand. I mean, I could barely get my hands halfway around the ball.
Maybe that's why I suck so much. I reeled back my arm, slightly angry at my lack in talent, and threw with all my might. Well...instead of going towards the volley ball net, it turned and went into the alley between the Town Hall. Oak made a sort of noise between a gasp and a moan. "Iiiivy,"he groaned in complaint,"Nice throw, but come on!" Oak rolled his eyes, and I starred at the ground in disappointment. He turned to look at me. "Ah, it's not that bad,"Oak said, trying to cheer me up,"Come on. Let's go get it then."
He mummbled something like "hope I didn't lose..." and so on. I followed him to the alley. He paused just in front of it. "I think you should stay here,"Oak said slowly,"If anything happens, go straight for help, got it?" What bad thing could possibly happen from grabbing a lost ball? "All right,"I said none-the-less. Oak trudged into the alley, making his way into the darkness. I couldn't see him, but I waited for him to come out. After a moment, I heard a scream followed by,"RUN, IVY, GET HELP!"
At this point, I must admit that I'm stupid. Instead of turning around like ordered, I made my way into the alley, following the screaming. My blood had run cold, and I had no clue what I was thinking. I had no clue what was going on. I had no clue what could possibly be going on. Did I destroy the ball? I didn't mean to. I came into view, though. Viewing of a monster...well a man at this point, pinning my brother to the wall. Except he had his finger digging into Oak's eyes, which must have caused Oak's screaming.
At this point, I would have turned and ran. Instead, I froze. I stood there, not moving, not making a noise, and just watching the man smiling as he dug his nails...his claws into the skin of Oak. He was killing Oak, but slowly. I didn't know if he knew I was there. If so, he obviously didn't care. I should have cared. I should have turned, and got help. My life was on the line, here. Yet I just stood there, frozen to the core. My mind was blank, and I...I zoned out.
That's the word for it. I zoned out. I was staring at the torture of my brother as if it was a fact. Something that couldn't be avoided. Couldn't be helped. Whether it could or not, I'd never know. I never tried. The man had left my brother on the ground, his bones shattered, his skin unrecognizable, his eyes gone, and blood all around and on him. I only stood there, not trying to stop him. Just standing, zooooned. Gone. Not really there, but there.
That's when the man turned on me. His eyes were green, though. A toxic green that radiated evil. His hair practically blended in with the darkened background. Yet he smiled, showing his pearly white...fangs. This was when I concluded he was a monster. Monsters aren't real, though. They're just something to keep kids asleep in beds. "Little girl,"the monster said, poison dripping from his words that clearly spelled out evil intentions,"You're next?"
He started towards me, but I only stood there. I only starred at him. I wasn't going to run from him. He's a monster. Everyone knows that the monsters always kill the runners. But the monster's smile disappeared when he approached me. He bent down to see eye-to-eye with me. Then he tilted his head. "Are you brain-dead,"he asked slowly, very suspiciously,"How old are you?" I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. It took a moment until I said in a squeaky voice,"Eight."
"What's your favorite song,"He asked. I didn't get it. Song. It was just noise with words added to it. I only shrugged. Then the man smiled again, showing normal, pearly white teeth. No fangs. I had imagined it. "Well, well,"he said evily,"Looky what I've found. Tell me, is that your brother?" He pointed at Oak's dead body. I nodded numbly. He smirked and stood up,"I'll come back for you. I'll come back for you in your sleep. One word, and you're going to do worse than your brother."
Then he left me there. I finally could feel my legs again. I could move. Instead of running away, I walked to my brothers body. "Oak,"I said slowly,"Are you okay?" I walked around his non-moving body, and sat down in front of him. Then I grabbed ahold of his head. Nothing was setting me off. I was just sitting there. That is, until I turned and saw the ball that I had thrown down here. The realization of it all sent me into a whirl of screams. More dept screams than Oak himself had come up with.
I screaming for myself, though. I screaming for something in me to help, but it never did answer.
Until now. I could feel it behind my eyes. Like a fire. Though the recount of what had happened with Oak only took two seconds to see, for Daviel to see, it seemed like I had relived it all in the same amount of time that it took for it to happen. Ending with me screaming for help. Except now I wasn't screaming. Instead I was falling. It felt like I was falling, but Daviel was holding me up. The vision had startled him, but it hadn't stopped him.
So now I was yelling inside myself for help. I turned my head, which felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, and placed it to lean against Daviel's head. Just like that, it was as if I was in a maze. Yet a more electronic one, one that I zoomed through like a racecar. Until I turned a corner to rest apon crystal blue eyes. Then I closed my eyes, feeling dizziness take over. But just by doing that, I felt a wave of power exit my mind. My sight is leaving me was my first thought.
I opened my eyes because Daviel had loosened his grip on me. Then I closed them again to feel another ripple of power burst from my mind. Instead it attacked Daviel's mind. It attacked the crystal blue eyes in his mind. The third time I did this, the ripple sent it's own pain into my mind. Like my brain was bleeding out acid, and it hurt extremely well. But it must have hurt whatever was in Daviel, too. He tightened his grip on my arm, and then shoved me away.
Except, I fell to the ground, while Daviel grabbed his head.