Title: My Immortal
By: Schiz
Chapter 23
Aimee's P.O.V
Evra's fear went away as the evening wore on. As he slowly turned back to normal I filled Darren in on whom Mr. Tiny was. "He's the leader of the little people." I told him. "The small guys in the blue hooded capes?" Darren asked. I nodded. "The very same, but he is there boss." I continued. "He doesn't come here a lot…" Evra piped up quietly, making Darren and I turn our attention to him. "It's been at least two years since I last saw him here. He gives me the creeps whenever he's here. He's the spookiest man I've ever met." Evra continued. "He looks alright to me." Darren responded. "That's what I thought the first time I met him. But wait until you talk to him; if you talk to him. It feels like he's going to slaughter you and roast you on the spot." He said quietly. "He eats people?" Darren asked cocking his head.
"No, but it feels like he wants to." I said looking up at the ceiling. Evra and Darren continued their conversation about Mr. Tiny and the little people after my comment. I zoned out again; feeling I had no place in the conversation. Somewhere in the middle of the conversation I piped up. "You know, his first name is Desmond. He tells people to call him Des." Darren shrugged. "So?" he asked. "Think about it." Evra continued. Darren paused for a moment. "Mr. Destiny…" he said quietly. I nodded, staring at Polaris in the sky. Evra continued with his stories and went onto the story of Bradley Stretch. The two had started laughing about a joke I had failed to hear when Hans Hands came in and told us that Mr. Tiny wanted to see us. If Evra had gone any paler, he would have been white.