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“My parents find the air underground more relaxing.” Sebastian practically read my mind. Then, without a moment’s hesitation, he trotted down the wooden steps. Every clunk made by the stomp of his feet churned my stomach.

I didn't want to show him I was afraid. One step at a time, I walked down the steps. I wanted to close my eyes, but knew that was when the monsters decided to pounce. At the bottom of the stairs I saw Sebastian beside his parents, all of which were smiling brightly.

I was no longer afraid of the lurking monsters.

Behind Sebastian was an obscenely large man. His bottom had been squished into a chair too small and looked ready to burst. Even his extra-extra large shirt could not cover his massive gut. He had rashes all along his arms and his black hair and the beard on his face was greasy and revolting. I could smell pork and beef that was probably rotting in his pants pocket. He eyed me savagely, licking his lips with malice.

“As Sebastian has told you, we aren’t like most people. We like to think of ourselves as different—original beings, separated from the herd.”

Sebastian’s father was right behind me, whispering delicately in my ear. My forehead began to get sweaty. That seemed to excite the fat man.

Gently, Sebastian’s father pressed his lips onto my neck. They felt cold and clammy against my skin. His tongue lolled out, washing saliva along my skin. It was wet and gave me shivers. I was too petrified to scream. My mother had always taught me to yell for help, but I didn't think any one could here me.

“You see, David, people have there own styles, there own religions to follow. My family is very devoted to a special religion. Cannibalism.”

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Sebastian’s father sunk his teeth deep into my neck. All at once an uncontrollable shriek overcame me. It hurt more than anything I have ever felt, even more than when I scraped my knee bad in a bicycle accident. The blood was sticky and red. It flowed down my neck and collected into the palm of my right hand. That was when I began to cry.

“WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?" Was all I managed to gasp out, before my vision turned blurry. I could only hear the faint voice of Sebastian’s father.

He replied back to me pleasantly, not seeming to care the amount of blood I had lost. I could visualize that he was beaming at me with that friendly smile.

“I thought you knew who we were, David. We’re the Lenardson’s.”
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(¸.•´ (¸.•Sanji's Tale

He was contently staring up at the stars, attempting to celebrate his eleventh birthday. Sanji's brown, short hair, ruffled in the slight breeze; his deep blue eyes reflecting the myriad of sparkling white dots. His legs dangled over the rocky cliff swaying slightly, his leather strapped sandals barely clinging onto his feet.

Sanji was alone, just how he liked it. That wasn’t true, he thought. There was Ella. Ella always understood Sanji, always comforted him when he needed it most. In fact, Sanji wanted Ella right now.

He stood up, brushing the dirt off of his ratty beige t-shirt and torn blue shorts. He walked through the thick, lush grass, never taking his eyes off the sky. It was like a sea. A sea that existed in nothing.

Sanji walked over to Ella and put a hand on her deep brown wood, feeling her rough texture. Her roots seemed to stretch on for miles, deforming the ground into small ocean waves. Sanji put his face onto the cool bark, but could feel the heat and warmth that thrived in Ella. She had branches that intertwined towards the sky. Bright blue exquisite flowers shrouded her like a misty cloak. Her bark was old and worn like she was eternal. Sanji believed Ella could live forever.

Sanji’s only friend was Ella. He didn't mind. Ella could soothe all his pains; make them go away, into oblivion. He felt happiness inside him when he was with her. She always had time for Sanji, for HIS needs.

Sanji gave a raspy cough, specks of blood attaching onto Ella. He stared at them curiously...cautiously. He then wiped them off her with the sleeve of his shirt. Sanji could not feel the pneumonia coursing through his veins.

15-May-2009 04:23:44 - Last edited on 31-May-2009 16:51:07 by Dark Enmity

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His parents didn't care about his illnesses; he was the second child, the accident as his mother so plainly stated one day to Sanji. Her screeching high voice always made Sanji come running, her gray, lifeless eyes piercing him. Sanji loved his mother to death though, he always would. He understood that she was possessed by the devil. Her radiance on the outside was proof of that. Flawless skin, blond, elegant hair flowing down to her waist, and that pleasant smile she had—but it was never for Sanji. It was a rare treat when he saw it, when time seemed to stop and the devil had fled her. She was perfection at those times.

Sanji’s father was the enforcer. His pot-belly and hairy chest (although his head hair was starting to grow bald) with a beer in his hand never fooled Sanji for a moment. His father had snapped Sanji’s right leg in the past like a brittle twig, and with his mother not believing him; he had to limp for three months as if he were a wounded animal, dying on the streets. There was a faint sag in the skin were it had been broken. Ella had been kind enough to lend him a branch as a walking stick. Ella was always so helpful.

He realized that Ella was not his only friend. He used to have one other. It was his brother, Ahram. Ahram was the first born, and therefore in his mother’s eyes, royalty. Sanji and Ahram looked like twins, with the exception of the gashes and scars all over Sanji’s body. Ahram was always kind for him, his best friend. He was more than a friend.

15-May-2009 04:24:07 - Last edited on 31-May-2009 16:49:37 by Dark Enmity

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Ahram died in a severe accident, hunting with his father in the Karamja jungle for his birthday. When they came back, Sanji’s father was carrying Ahram by the scruff of his shirt. Ahram’s throat had been torn open, and his father just tossed him into the middle of the room, like a rag-doll and began to scream at Sanji. Ahram’s eyes were staring up at the heavens and his shirt was drenched in dried blood. Sanji ran out of the house and vomited. That was when he first became friends with Ella.

Sanji could remember that day. He had been crying, desperately trying to rip out the image of his dead brother, while running aimlessly through the dense forest. He stopped, and stared up at the largest and oldest tree, almost separated from all the rest. She called herself Ella. Ella gave Sanji a leaf to wipe his tears and Sanji spent the rest of the afternoon chatting with Ella. He almost forgot about his brother. Almost.

Sanji was counting off the seconds until he truly turned eleven. Ten...nine...six...four...two...one...

“Happy Birthday,” He whispered to himself. A dark silhouette caught his eye. There was a sudden coldness, and he scuttled a little closer to Ella, attempting to distinguish the strange, cloaked figure. Sanji’s breathing was beginning to go hoarse. Was it his Father? It couldn’t be, this person was too slim and flowing. His father was a monstrous beast. He contemplated it being his mother, but she always wore thick, lavish dresses. This thing was wearing a paper thin torn, black robe.

He couldn’t breathe anymore; blood was beginning to clog his throat. Sanji wasn’t afraid though, he had Ella with him. He gazed closer into the hood of the man, his heart giving a leap. Could it be him? It could! Ahram!

15-May-2009 04:24:25 - Last edited on 31-May-2009 16:51:56 by Dark Enmity

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The cloaked man just kept drifting closer to Sanji. He was feeling immense excitement. It did not matter that he could no longer draw air; he would see his brother again. Sanji stood up, and began to walk over, but reluctantly stopped. There was something he forgot, something he had to do. He turned around, and walked back towards Ella. He put his lips close to her bark—to her ear and whispered:

"I love you, Ella." It came out as a mere croak, but he knew Ella heard. He was done. Sanji walked over to the figure smiling brightly. Adrenaline pounded through his heart, frantically getting air to his brain. His vision was starting to become blurred, his strength declining. He had enough strength though, enough to reach Ahram. The figure was now beckoning him forward, with a long, knobby finger. It gave Sanji enough power to reach the individual. He grabbed its hand, and could breathe again, a heat rising through him. The being removed its cloak, slowly...savoring the moment. Sanji neither smiled nor frowned. It wasn’t Ahram.

~~~

Ella stood there, inert. She made no effort in noticing the disappearance to Sanji. She still thought he was with her. Sanji’s scent was vaguely mulling through the air. Ella just imagined that Sanji had left, because it was his time to go. 'He would be back to tomorrow,' Ella thought. 'He always came back.'
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15-May-2009 04:24:40 - Last edited on 17-May-2009 04:56:42 by Dark Enmity

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(¸.•´ (¸.•The House

“Is this to your liking, Baraek?”

Clay Baraek was hypnotized by the opulent table, its sleek shine reflecting his placid face back at him. Clay gave a subtle nod, not bothering to divert his eyes away from the table.

"Baraek?” Estate agent Smith repeated, sounding somewhat aggravated. He took a deep breath. Smith knew how important this deal was. His spine straightened, and he conjured a fake looking smile onto his face. Smith lightly tapped his knuckles onto Clay’s back.

“Yes, I heard—it’s perfect. Some of that sparkle appeared to have transferred from the table to Baraek’s face. There was color beneath that weary skin. Clay had fallen in love. That's what Smith’s agency referred to as ‘The deal closer’. Smith decided to put the icing on the cake.

“Now, just imagine—a house all to yourself. No noise—close to town, but near a tranquil beach. You won’t find any of the hustle and bustle in the city here. Just you and Mother Nature.”

Clay imagined—and was fond what he saw. He was raised with ten other siblings—with no parents—and the cruel world as his company. As a child, he developed a serious case of claustrophobia as well as a severe fear of locks. Locks kept him confined in closets. Locks devoured his childhood. Clay vowed to escape, and he did. He left his siblings to die in the city. Was that a tinge of guilt wafting through him? It washed away instantaneously, out of his mind, gone forever. There was a large grin on Smith’s face.

“Well, I can see you will enjoy this estate immensely, why don’t I fetch the paperwork? Would you care to join me?” Clay nodded again, still attempting to soak in all the vibrant colors.

Smith led them through the main entrance and to the front door. Just as he left, he gave a firm push on the door, slamming it in front of Clay. He didn't mind, though. Clay wrapped his hands around the wrought-iron handle and tugged. It didn't budge.

15-May-2009 04:26:28 - Last edited on 31-May-2009 16:52:29 by Dark Enmity

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His smile faltered. Clay gave a second pull, with no success. His face was turning pale. Clay could almost envision his brown short hair turning gray by the second.

A lock. Fear was filling him up. What sick plan was this? What would happen? A hatred for Smith exploded in Clay. They wouldn’t get him; he wouldn’t allow himself to be trapped like some mundane animal.

Clay swiftly darted for the kitchen. There it was, right on the opulent table. A gleaming blade, its metal coat giving a faint shimmer. The knife drew Clay closer, persuading him to come. Clay obeyed.

The knife was now within his reach. Clay’s clammy hands grasped the knife, raising it to eye level. His blue eyes were now bursting with a fierce, red fire. He gently ran the blade slowly across his cheek, spreading a chill across his face.

Clay lowered the knife cautiously to his chest. The point was lightly poking him—almost mockingly. He gave a quick shudder, and thought: “They won't get me.” There was a faint second of hesitation, followed by determination flowing through him. Clay lunged.

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Smith was positive that this would be the cherry on top. After hearing about Clay’s childhood when they first met, he would have guessed that living on the streets would sweep him up in terror and paranoia. Clay wanted—needed a sense of serenity and safety. Smith took out a shiny brass key, and inserted it into the tumblers. There was an audible click. He retracted the key and returned it to his left pocket.

“I hope you didn't mind that little trick Baraek!” Smith yelled garishly, scanning the rooms for Clay. “I just wanted to prove the security of your new house! No chance of thieves breaking in with this state-of-the-art lock!” Smith was beginning to feel wary. He decided to lower his voice.

"Baraek?” He began wading through the rooms, scanning each one for a sign of Clay. There was an uneasiness settling in him.

15-May-2009 04:27:02 - Last edited on 17-May-2009 04:53:34 by Dark Enmity

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“Clay?” Smith was now at the kitchen. There was a faint smell of something foul. He wrinkled his nose. Smith’s conscience was urging him to run—run far away. Smith remained resolute. He began to push the door open tentatively. “Clay, are you in there? Clay? Clay...”
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