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Chapter 1 MY BEGGING
Cold…..So cold…..Only my thoughts can summon warmth. As I fear my fate for what I have done….Will the lord forgive me for the souls I have taken…? Will the Devil tear me apart for eternity?
My name is Sathe Tomas- Before I died my last words were- It’s my tenth birthday…And it’s so…So…Cold- Then nothing.
“Happy birthday Sathe”- “I have a present for you”…
A voice- at least it sounded like words? A hiss or static like noise, like when your in between radio channels.
“Do you like presents?” the voice said much closer now, much clearer.
“God, is that you?” I asked.
“Noooo” the voice hissed.
Aw crap! I thought.
“No! Not him either” the voice replied again.
“Would you like a job?”
My indulged of snow finally came! I thought standing outside. I looked around and saw the white powder on naked trees in Himdell. My eyes stayed on a figure under a tree in front of me. Red bright liquid was in the middle of the trunk and I was fixed on it.
I stood next to a brother and we watched a boy furiously beat up a squirrel by the tail.
“You have issues,” I told him.
“Yeah, well Jesus has issues with you having issues with me,” the kid held the dead squirrel in his hands and ripped off its head. He gave me and the brother a grin and put snow around the head of the dead decapitated squirrel.
“Hey…Hey, Blin what dodo you think doing with the head?” The brother sudderly asked.
“I’m simply going to give it to some kid and tell them to not look at it. Then see if they do and that’s my plan,” he put it in front of the brothers face and moved the head back and forth.
“Ewe, the eyes are still opened,” the brother said looking at it.
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Ian stop acting like a girl,” Blin walked over to the bloody tree and threw the head behind him landing in the hands of the brother Ian.
“So how much time do we have Sathe?” he ask and he stood in front of the tree looking at me and I looked at my watch.
“About twenty minutes,” I answered.
“Good,” Blin said cocking his head to one side looking at Ian, that’s trying to not touch the squirrelly-snow ball.
“What are you going to do with the rest of the squirrel?” I asked him.
“Chuck it at someone,”
My silver eyes shifted to the door of the old, wilted orphanage and voices can be heard of the thin walls. The ground was covered in more snow and a sign of a door opened. A flurry of snow balls were released into the air and every kid was pelted. A scream from a girl was so loud that it would have woken up an old man a mile away. Blin gave the squirrelly-snow ball to her and he did chuck the rest of the squirrel’s body at some kid. Then Ian and I had an idea of pelting Blin and so we did his response.
“You two are arshloch’s (in German it means assholes),”
I hate this…I hate it I thought. The hall was clear and the screaming and laughter from outside didn’t curtail. The helper’s were trying to control the kids but they just joined in on the fun. The wall paper was shredding from the stained walls and the stairs creek since they were made out of wood. Drawers opened and closed. Papers were carefully touched.
Who was doing it? I knew. Think who else would do such a thing to sneak in the orphanage office and was about to steal something.
Blin. He was in such a delightful mood that he wants to steal something but what. Yeah, you got it. Cigarettes.
Come on……Come on. Find those stupid things and let’s go already. I thought beginning to become inpatient. Why dose he have them, he’s ten for Christ sake?! Well if he really wants to die early, then he’s his chance. God.
Ian started to get nerves beside me and I could tell from the voices outside. I looked through the window and tapped on it to give him the sign. He walked out of the office with a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
“So, the fun stopped,” Blin asked and Ian was at the base of the stairs. I tapped on Blin’s shoulder and ran up the stairs pass Ian heading for our room number twelve.
“Come on, the both of yea!” I yelled over the edge of the wood railing.
Foot steps were heard by the door and one of the helpers Tony looked at the stairs. He stopped and stood there for a little longer.
“What the hell?” Then he looked at the office door walked in and grabbed something from the desk, then came back. The three of our heart beats were doubled and silenced filled the room.
“Well hey, there,” Tony said looking down. Blin put his hand in his pocket and put his hand around the pack of cigarettes.
“What do you got there, huh?” Tony asked.
“Cigarette’s” Blin exhaled and Ian looked at him.
“Huh?” Tony asked again.
“Tell me what cha’ got?”
Blin pulled out the pack of cigarettes with the name Tony on it. Blin sat down against the wall, Ian sat down on the floor, and I looked down at them panting. Tony crouched down with a saucer of milk and put it next to the kitten. The kitten had a rat tail in its mouth and mewed at him several times.
“Good kitty,” he said and went back into his office trying to fine his cigarette pack including his lighter.
“I wonder how long it will take him to find those.” I said.
“Day’s, many, many day’s,”
“I still don’t see why you have to smoke those Blin?” I ask looking at him against the wall.
“Well I do it because I want to not because I have to Sathe and beside look where I have ended up in an orphanage,” Blin stood up and gave me a glare the kind that means shut up or you’re going to get hurt.
Jesus Christ. I thought still pulling air into my lugs. What has gotten this kid into a crazy, insane, mood, and how did he get here? My eyes were looking at the ground, not paying attention to the others, and then I couldn’t bring myself to ask him the foolish questions.
I knew Blin he would think every question you said was stupid including what you do. He happens to be older then me and Ian. He smokes and gets sick from it but he doesn’t care so he smokes more and more and some more until he throws up. He has no family like the rest of the kids in the orphanage but maybe a sibling or two but knowing Blin he took it the hardest. He lived out in the streets of Himdell our home town for ever until one of the helpers from the orphanage found him. He’s German, blond hair and blue eyes. Scrawny and is pretty fast when he’s running.
I didn’t ask him and neither did Ian. Blin got on the top of the bunk bed and stared at the ceiling -Silence nothing but silence was in the room that night-
 Q T smells fruT · Wed Feb 06, 2008 @ 01:34am · 0 Comments |
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