Undead Apocalypse 5

The pain was unbearable.
It was like a fire raging inside my very core, threatening to choke my insides. I could feel the burn in my bones, burning them to dust and growing back again. My mind feels unbearable as torrents of palpable agony wash over, like overbearing migraines without cure. The fervor of the pain made me feral, unthinkable and uncontrollable. I was their prey to test, to play with in their hands. Break again and pick up the pieces. Let me break one last time. Let the pain go away. You look at me with such a nefarious smile, you wicked men. I hate you all, but if I live, I'll have no room for that. But God, why do you torment me so?

Why did you make me the only one? Alone...

Who are you? I know. You're hiding something. But so am I. But I can't tell you. Not yet. You hold me to such innocent regards. How can I change that?

But I'm the one you'll hate. You'll hate me. But I don't want you, just you, to hate me. You're the only one. Please. Please.

If I tell you, please. Don't hate me. Because you're the only one that knows. What it's like to be…different. We're so different yet the same. You'll hate me because of that.

Don't hate me. Please.

Please.

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            "…Tirene."

            "What?"

            "You aren't cold?" I notice the incriminating goose bumps on her arms and legs. She's probably the only that has thought of using a short zipper-up skirt and a thin tank top in winter. Of course she's only a child. She glances up from the ongoing fire to my eyes, as if looking for something.

            "Do you think…we did the right thing?" This question took me by surprise.

            "…"

            "Nevermind, I'm sleepy." I didn't want to talk about the family again, and she got the idea, I think. I open my arms as she crawls in and makes herself comfortable. She rests her head against my chest, "I'm checking you're alive," she says.

            "Why wouldn't I be?"

            "So I can check in the morning for the same heartbeat. I like the night."

            "Why?"

            "You're more talkative," I can feel her warm breath against the thin shirt underneath, and a smile, "but I'm always too fuzzy-headed to take advantage."

            "..." I was getting tired myself, digging graves are not my forte.

            "Sai?" Her voice was small, muffled by the layers of clothing.

            "Yes?"

            "Is that your real name?" Instinctively, I tensed. She snapped up her head from its resting place and stared at me. Her eyes burned from the fire's glow, a storm rising from its depths. She was seemingly hell bent on finding out more about me, but that was not a story for a prepubescent child.

            "Samael." Her eyes scanned my own, looking for any faults. She registers this as the truth and rests again.

            "Samael…I like it. Did you ever have find your Lilith?" I took me time to respond as a sudden rush of nostalgia clouded my mind. It wasn't until her vertiginous giggle reached my ears that it brought me back from the past.

            "What's so funny?"

            "Hmm?" She was drifting to sleep, her eyes drooping almost shut, "Nothing…" her voice drifted into a soft exhale.

            I looked at the girl in my arms, who's head was still against my chest and wondered what or who she really was. Sometimes she acts like the twelve year old she is but sometimes she lets herself be seen. Those eyes that seem too aged for her youthful face.

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             "Takeshi! Takeshi!" An older woman of Japanese descent screamed from the depths of the well kept home. She was young and beautiful, yet her brown eyes showed an accelerated age and maturity not found in most her age. It was an early autumn day and the sun was slowly streaking the sky with yellows and oranges. The light blue blossomed silently as its darker ego swept away. The leaves had yet to color into their traditional autumn colors.

            A disheveled woman had made her way to the backyard patio of their large one-story home. Sitting in the patio was a content young man with black hair and hue of dark blue, much like her own, and an ecstatic purebred husky of white and light blue eyes.

            "Takeshi! Didn't you hear me calling?"

            "Gomen, mama. I was in the garage just a moment ago, you know to feed Koi," his hazel eyes glanced over to his mother, who accepted his explanation, "Hey, Koi! That tickles!" His laughter echoed from the patio as his young canine friend licked his unguarded face happily. 

            "Alright, you know your first day of high school is just around the corner so I'll cook you some breakfast before we head out to the stores!" The boy groaned. He rather much spend his last few weeks of summer vacation playing his new Xbox 660 from his birthday than shop with his mother. If there's one thing that he despises, it was shopping with women.

            He patted Koi one last time before going inside to shower and get ready for the day.

            It was late afternoon when he came back and before he could even turn in the direction of his room, his father called out to him.

            "Samael! Come here for a minute!" His father's British voice boomed through the house, a slightly irritated tone escaped him. In his father's crowded office, Samael tip-toed through the mountain of books over history and archaeology before standing alongside his father. He was older, his mid-40s, but he had youthful hazel eyes and a bounding energy emanating from his very core. His physique was slightly tanned from the burning hot days out digging but well kept and strong. 

            "Oi, papa. You really should clean-up in here. I feel pity every time I imagine Pita going through here, then only fortunate you forbade her from cleaning this room." Pita was the hired housekeeper coming every three days or so, she was well paid as her work was very much spot less.

            "Oh, enough of that. Do help me figure out this bloody contraption," pointing at the newly refurbished Ipad 6, which the history professor had planned to use to show his presentation.

            "Have you tried reading the manual?"

            "Who ever reads the bloody manual?!" Papa had a bad habit to slip back to his mother tongue when he was angry. 

            "Papa, you should stop being such a prick…"

            "What you call me?!"

            "Boys…"a new opponent made her way into the fray, "It's Takeshi's last Friday as a free boy. I say we celebrate the old-fashioned way!"From behind her back, a bowl of popcorn and movies materialized in front of the unsuspecting males. Looking back at one another, they made a silent truce and made their destination to the living room.

            That night Samael made a silent prayer to an unknown omnipotent being, giving thanks for his perfect lifestyle.

            Outside, Koi was viciously scratching his snout, a burning feeling pricking him for reasons unknown to the canine…