7 Evolvement
He tried to escape, he even made it off the property, and soon the house and building were out of sight! But there the thing stood, waiting for him. Adam stood still after running for what seemed hundreds of miles. His breathing labored, but quickened at the sight of the bull. At first it stood completely still, he wondered if it was all in his head. None of it was real.
But then it moved its head, and saw him trying to escape.
Now he's back here, in his dark prison.
0o0o0
He made the boy clean up the blood from the girl, I remained quiet as he scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed. The sound was actually getting to me, but I still kept my mouth shut, and tried to rest before making another attempt at an escape. I didn't even realize that the scrubbing had stopped due to the fact that I was drifting in and out of sleep.
When I realized there was no sound, I slowly opened my eyes, and there was Adam standing before me, watching me again.
I straightened myself out to get a better look at him. He still remained cold, empty, like there was no soul behind those eyes of his. And to anyone, it would be obvious, but I could see a small light of hope flickering in his eyes. Just barely dimmed, but still there.
"Hi." I whispered, he remained still but didn't say anything. "Can you talk at all?" I asked him. He still didn't answer; I brought myself to believe that he didn't want to. I'm sure he knew to shake or nod his head, but he refused. "My name is Clary." I smiled at him. "You're a pretty handsome boy." I grinned, he was. Minus the creepy stares he gives, and the fact that he never smiles, but behind all that he was handsome. His brown hair shined in the light, his bangs just barely covered his eyes. The ends of his hair curled up and outwards like wings. Even the scar on his cheek made him more distinguished.
"When I-" I chuckled at what I was about to say. "If I escape from this place, and have kids with my boyfriend in my future, I hope they sort of look like you." And for the first time since I first laid eyes on him…. He smiled.
It was the ghost of a smile, very small, almost as if he forgot how, but it was there and it was enough to make me want to scoop him up, and carry him away to freedom.
Then suddenly his smile was gone, and he turned his head to see the man walking towards us.
"If they don't know feelings, they don't know pain…" He said to us. "But if they don't know pain, then why do they run?"
The light that was in Adam's eyes now turned to fear, I could see it, even if Adam didn't even know it was there, or was it anger, possibly hate, either way it wasn't good. He glared up at the man, like he hated him all his being.
"All done cleaning?" He asked him. Adam didn't nod, nor shake his head, he was unresponsive with him too, but it was almost like he and this guy had a secret body language going on, because the man smiled and said. "Good. Come here." Adam slowly approached him, standing directly in front of him. "Give me your arm." He said. And Adam obeyed, that was when I noticed the knife in the man's hand, and anger shot through me.
"You're sick!" I spat at him, the man turned to look at me, he didn't look angry at my comment, but he seemed to want to prove me wrong.
"You know nothing of what you speak." He said softly.
"Oh yeah?" I voiced sarcastically. "You stole him, and destroyed him!"
"I saved him!" He yelled. I finally hit a nerve, but the weird thing was; I was starting to think that he truly believed that he saved this boy. He was so demented, and lost.
He finally took the blade in his hand, and brought it to Adam's arm.
"Adam!" I yelled, and he slowly turned to look at me. "You don't have to take it, you can protect yourself!" I shouted, while tears ran down my face. I didn't want him hurt, I wanted to jump on that man and pound my tiny fists against his chest. Other things began running through my head, and they consisted of mostly Jace.
I started to think if Jace went through what Adam was going through. Jace said that Valentine had taught him how to handle pain. That he would slice his skin, and leave deep long cuts on his back from the whips that sliced him open. He was beat for getting the notes wrong on the piano, he was beat for touching books that wasn't assigned on the shelf, he was beat for being human…
Was I witnessing first hand what Jace went through? Is this not far from it? I highly believed that the two had a lot in common, If only Jace was saved ling before he was sent to live with the Lightwoods, if only this boy was saved long before he was stolen from his home…
"Adam…" I started cry. "Don't listen to him, please! Can't you see that he's hurting you?" And just like that the knife cut through the boy's skin, leaving blood in its wake, and I watched it drip to the floor all without a single sound from the boy.
His arm gently went back at his side, as if it didn't happen. I was terribly confused, he was an eleven-year-old boy, he must've felt pain shooting through his arm. All I could think of was the fact that this man had been doing this for so long, that he had forgotten what pain felt like.
"You see?" The man's voice drifted softly in the air. "His conscience is unburdened…. As yours." And soon they wandered away out of my sight, leaving me to cry for the boy. Now was my chance, I will escape this place!
0o0o0
"I know where she is!" Maia shouted as she came rushing in the sitting room.
"What?" I stood up abruptly, almost angry that she hasn't told us.
"Kyle picked up her sent, he's pretty convinced that she is still at Troy's place!" Kyle came out from behind her, scratching his neck, U had the strongest urge to ask if he had a flea problem, but now wasn't the time to be an ass- actually he looked like he really did have a problem.
"The direction her sent is coming from is in that direction." He said, still roughly scratching his neck. "Is it possible she never left?" He asked.
"Simon stayed and looked, he told us hours ago that she was nowhere around there." Izzy intervened.
"That doesn't mean she isn't in the area!" Kyle slightly snapped at her stupidity, for once I didn't blame him. That was a pretty idiotic question. He still was scratching furiously. I couldn't hold it any anymore.
"What's the matter, Dog? Fleas?" He stopped briefly to glare at me.
"It's a rash, asshole!" I saw Maia roll her eyes, and then look as though she was holding in laughter.
"At the party we went somewhere private to make out, unfortunately, we were making out in poison Ivy." She giggled.
"How is that you aren't scratching?" I asked.
"I was on top." She answered simply. Oh, that makes sense.
"Back to the point!" Kyle shouted. "If we head back to the house, I'm sure I can follow her scent to find where she is, I'm sure she was right under our nose, but we were all stupid enough to assume she left and came back here!" Kyle was snapping at all of us, I would be lying if he didn't have a point, but I still got angry. I did not want to go back to the institute, I wanted to stay where I fucking saw her last and keep looking! But they all insisted. Instead they let the vampire to stay there, and keep looking.
They don't know you, Jace, but they know Simon.
Like I gave a shit whether they knew me or not. I wanted to find my fucking girl. She didn't wander to explore, she didn't come back home to rest, no I fucking knew something was wrong, and it took nearly twenty-four hours for everyone to agree with me? Fuck everyone!
"I wasn't the one who insisted we go home when she was obviously fucking missing!" I snapped back at him. Kyle's suddenly darted to look in my direction, something in face I didn't recognize wash over.
"I didn't mean you!" He said bluntly. Izzy turned to me, guilt written all over her face.
"Jace, I really didn't think-"
"Save it!" I stopped her, I wasn't in the mood for an apology, was an apology going to bring Clary back? Was it going to tell us where she was, and find her? No! So I didn't care for apologies at the moment. "All I want us to do is head in the direction of your scent, so I can get my girl back!" Maia and Kyle nodded.
Izzy popped opened her phone and dialed Simon's number.
"Simon, we're coming back there!"
0o0o0
"I wont hurt him! He hasn't done anything!" Graham screamed at the bull, tears ran down his face. He loved the boy, he couldn't hurt him. "I need him, he cleans up, who would I get to clean up. You know I can't stand it!" He brought his hands to his head, almost as if he was trying to hold his brain still from bouncing off the walls inside his skull.
"Shut up!" He screamed to no one. "Leave me alone!" He grabbed a baseball bat that was leaning up against the wall in the corner, and swung it at the skull hanging on the wall, smashing it, and destroying it into tiny pieces on the floor. When he finally settled down he dropped the bat and walked to other side of the room and leaned on the wall. He was trying to breathe, and trying to regain himself. Did he do the right thing? Would he be free, but then he turned and the skull was sitting on the wall as if nothing happened. He began to sob; nothing could save him at this point.
He knew there was no avoiding them, no leaving them behind, so he left the room. He walked around absentminded, he wanted to stop all this, enough was enough. Then he remembered the girl down in the pens. He had to do away with her. She already had seen too much. She would be the last, he promised himself that.
He saw something out of the corner of his eye, and turned to see Adam casually sitting at the dinning table. He walked to the kitchen and sat across from him. When he did, the boy's eyes adverted to him. Something flickered behind them, something that somewhat frightened him.
It was absolution, he knew one day this would come. He pushed the boy too hard, just life his father, and the last thing he wanted was to be like him.
"Don't look at me like that." He said it almost as if it were a plea. "You don't ask why, you just do, that's just the way it is." He looked down, and saw the boy's right hand rested on the table, not far from a kitchen knife. It was clear to him now. He was watching, waiting. He was going to do what he had been teaching him for five years.
"You think you know me?" He asked the boy. "Think maybe I should grow eyes in the back of my head?" The just sat there; his eyes not once moving to look at the knife in front of him, but the flicker grow brighter with each minute. He would remind him, he would remind him of all the things he's done to protect him…
"They abandoned you." He repeated to him what he had been saying for years. "Where would you be without me?" He smiled weakly at the boy, but the flicker was no longer there, it had turned into a small fire, lit by a match. "Do you feel guilty or something?" He asked him, wondering if perhaps it was the girls. He had shown too much interest the one that is left. He always tried not to obey when he would hand him the knife and ask him to do what he's been showing him. "Don't feel guilty," He shook his head slowly. "I know a child shouldn't feel guilty about nothing." He said while looking down shamefully at his fumbling hands in his lap.
He looked back up to meet the boy's gaze, only to see that small light was now a roaring fire. It frightened him to the extreme. It wouldn't be that he didn't deserve it, but it would be against nature to not try any excuse for the boy to not finish him. He stood up from the chair, his eyes never leaving the child. While his eyes remained at the empty seat in front of him, still not making an effort to grab the knife.
"You don't feel anything, do you?" He asked the boy. "Guilt, pain, regret, nothing!" He yelled out the last word, making the child slightly flinch. "Who are you to judge me!" He screamed, and then went for the knife, and impaled it into the boy's hand that was resting on the table. It sliced through to the other side, nailing into table underneath it, but the boy didn't make a single sound, not a finch, not a thing. He sat there watching the blood flow out of his hand and forming a pool on the table. He truly didn't feel anything.
"You have no soul to redeem, do you?" The Graham was shocked, what had he done to this innocent child? He had tainted his soul, and there was nothing he could do.
"You can't join me on this one." Graham stated flatly. "I will do it alone. Don't try anything while I'm gone, their watching." And like that he walked out of the house and to the building, leaving Adam with his hand nailed to the table, and blood dripping off the edge, and not once did he try to free himself.
0o0o0
I was getting sick of the fact that I had not found a way to escape, and I was running out of time. I was yanking and twisting and pulling, and all it got me was a millimeter loser than before. Fuck my life… literally! I looked up, trying to see how exactly I was connected and then I realized.
FUCKING DUH! I was hanging from a hook, which was also hooked to an above pole. I pulled myself up wards, lifting myself farther and farther away from the ground, until I was able to lift my legs up over my head, and hooked them around the pole. I was free! I was able to get the rope of the hook, and grabbed the pole and dropped my legs and letting myself fall softly on my feet. Now to get my hands lose. I grabbed one of the knives on the table and sat down with the handle in between my thighs, I started working at cutting the ropes free from my hands, one by one, they cut lose.
Okay, now to find my cell phone, wallet and steal. I began rushing through the place, lifting everything, opening everything, nothing. I found Jace's Han Solo jacket hanging from a nail sticking out of the wall, and my boots jut below, but nothing else. Until something glistened in the corner of my eye. The sun coming through the cracks was reflecting off a water pale in the corner, I walked over to it, to find that my cell, and sensor was resting in the bottom of the water. Just great!
Fucking prick!
I heard footsteps, and grabbed a knife and hid where the man couldn't find me. When he slowly descended the stairs he looked around, and I saw the distress on his face at the missing sight of me. "No, no no!" He cried as he came further in the room. He gripped his hair and began to sob, but that wasn't enough to get me to give him mercy.
"You sick prick!" I shouted as I sprang from my hiding place, and let the blade meet his shoulder, he cried in pain as he fell to the floor with me on his back, I stabbed him once more, before assuming he was done. I got off him and ran out of there, trying to figure out where Adam could be. Then I thought about the house.
I darted out of the house, taking notice to the truck just outside. I ran up the stairs shouting the boy's name. "C'mon we can leave!" I began saying, I searched bedrooms, you wouldn't believe it, but they were actually well kept. I came to the kitchen to see him sitting with his back to me. Why was he just sitting there? I carefully and slowly approached him, walked around till I could see his face, which as usual was as stoic as ever, but what also saw made me appalled. A knife sticking out of his hand, and a large pool of blood surrounding it.
"Oh my God." Tears fell for him. "It's okay, I'm going to get you out of here, I promise." I bent over and put my hand on the handle. "Just let me- I'm so sorry." I put my other hand on his to keep his down and steady I as I pulled it out. It took strong effort but I got it out of his hand. I took the knife to the kitchen sink, and saw a wet rag. I pulled it out, and ripped it in half. I went back over to him and took his head, and tied one half of the rag around his hand; I tried to make it as tight as possible.
"I'm sorry if this hurts or feels uncomfortable." I cried.
It doesn't
When I was done I made him face me. "Adam, where does he keep the keys to his truck?" No answer. "Adam! If we want to get out of here, I need you to help me! Where are the keys?" Still no answer. I should've known, he's traumatized; I started running around opening draws, and emptying them. Until I finally saw keys hanging on a board in the back of a bedroom, there was more than one, so I figured I'd take each. I ran back to Adam who was still sitting in the same position.
"I found them! C'mon let's go." I wrapped one arm around him to lift him up from the chair, and make him follow. "It's okay you can trust me." I continued to whisper friendly motions to him as I practically dragged him. He was so limp, not wanting to cooperate with me. He wasn't trying to fight me, but he wasn't helping me much. So I stopped and lifted him up by his legs, carrying him bridal. I started jogging towards the truck when suddenly he actually started to fight me. He was kicking and squirming in my grip, making it difficult to hold on to him.
"What's wrong? What is it?" I happen to back away a few feet from his weight, which for a boy who malnourished, he was quite heavy- after I backed away a few feet he stopped and returned to being still. At first I thought he didn't want to leave, but I made an effort to get away again, we were about to pass that creepy scarecrow thing when he started kicking and squirming again.
It was the bull scarecrow.
He was terrified of it.
And I admit, if I were a child I'd be petrified of it, it looked like the grim reaper, it stood with a sythe in one hand, and wore long torn robes. Its hands were skeletal, and it had an undead look to it.
"Is this what you're afraid of?" I asked him getting closer and closer to it, the closer I got, the more violent his kicks and squirms got. "This stupid thing!" I said as I stuck a leg out and kicked it hard enough to knock it over, and fall apart on the ground. The boy almost immediately stopped kicking and stared at the broken up giant doll.
"See? It's nothing, nothing but something to scare you! Now let's go!"
I opened up one side of the truck, and put him inside while I ran to the other and got it, I tried each key, and almost each one didn't work. I was beginning to panic, worried flashed through my mind that the man wasn't dead, and at any moment could pop out and grab us both. I begged for God to help us, as each key didn't fit until one, it finally entered the ignition, and it turned. Oh my God turned…. But not over. SHIT!
"C'mon you lousy piece of shit, START!" I screamed the last part and almost as if obeying it did. I laughed loudly cheering as I moved it to gear and sped off down the path on to the road. I looked down at the gas gage, we didn't have a lot, but we had enough to get us to the boat. We were in Newburgh, and we could take the boat to Peeksill, if they let us on! I could bribe them, or something. Then after that, I wasn't sure how to get home, walk? Well, I wasn't sure, but I would get us home.
I looked over at Adam who was looking straightforward out the rearview window, not saying a word, I knew he was traumatized, probably quite damaged, but I wasn't going to give up on him. Not even the slightest bit.
"It's okay!" I said to him. "You're safe, and I will never leave you, you hear!" He finally turned to look at me. "I promise," I said with the firmest voice I could make. "I will never leave you!" I never thought that those words might have just saved my life….
Yayy, Cary finally escapes, for the record it has only been one day- not even. She was kidnapped the night before, and it is now in the early evening the next day. The others are searching for her like crazy, so actually I'll just say they'll find her before she gets home.
but yes Lollicans, I wanted her to escape on her own. Cause everyone is basically always taking care of her, and I like it when Clary is taking care of herself, and being a ll grown up and stuff. And as for your other question, I think you're asking me if the boy is bad. Wait for it.
She saved the boy, and they are well on their way to safety, but it's not over yet! it's far from over. "Those words may have just saved my life" ? what does that mean? Hmmm?
Nicxoll3 Smalls~ OH MY GOD, I loved your review! I love it when people really truly analyse a story. And yes, I completely understand why my review count for this story is smaller than my others. I was pretty much expecting it, because most people... or as you said. 'Younger people' don't understand the subject. A Boy is kidnapped by a mad man, and is raised to hurt and abused, and BE abused, then a girl (Clary) comes a long and rescues him. You've seen Bereavement? I love that movie, and have forever loved Spencer List since! =)Excellent little actor!
I plan on updating Slut Year later, I'm editing it now! So keep the look out!