“Hush, hush, she’ll be alright,” I whispered softly into Adele’s ears as she cried buckets of tears when she saw how her little sister had became. “It’s just a dream. Sleep. Sleep. It’ll be over when you wake up,” I assured her with a little pat on her fragile-looking shoulder; her mind must have been perpetuated with the fragments of how her little sister was maliciously endeavored by the troops of indignant immortals; smirking like beasts and walking as though they were kings, they raped little children and slaughtered off the body part that they deemed as desirable.
“Hands. They chopped off her hands.” I exclaimed angrily to Mutter, who was to the side of me. “Malicious beasts. Hell to them!” I vibrated as I tried real hard to control my emotions.
“They’re coming - more. And more of them…they have invaded. We’re finished.” Mutter looked down to the dark grey floor and I could see drops of tears dripping into the depths of its hollow linings. “So it’s true. These mutants…they kill.” I whispered, still unwilling to accept the fact that an innocent little girl had been mutated so that they could satisfy their thirst for power.
“This won’t do. I would look no further.” I kicked the bag of chips that was dangling to the side of the window frame and pushed opened the metal cabinet. “I’m fighting them. TO HELL…to them.” I narrowed my eyes towards Adele to see if she was affected by the anger that was raging within me.
“Immortals. Immortals!” I hissed loudly but again, controlled myself so that Adele would not be disturbed; her sister laid a few centimeters away from her; her blanket had been soaked with blood and we have been trying really hard to control the hemorrhage.
As I opened the metal cabinet, Mutter grabbed me tight and held my neck. “Stop. Now.” She said sternly and I paused my action. “Put down. The. Damn. Gun.” She jerked my right arm and I immediately dropped it onto the floor.
The loud impact that had hit the ground woke Adele up; having saw what was happening, she screamed in dismay. “SHEESH! ADELE! SHEESH!” I panicked as the echoes of the horrified screams reflected against the rough walls and diffused into the nearby surroundings - where the malicious beast were lurking.
“SHIT!” I screamed. Mutter still had her arm grabbing my neck. But something was not right. I saw spikes…tiny spikes growing on her skin. It grew bigger as the sunlight out there begun to lower itself into the nearby sea. Her breath became heavier; her heartbeat became louder. I was petrified.
“No…no way.” My breathing got faster and my face flushed red; I was in denial that Mutter had been infected with the virus that was known to convert human beings into mutants that kill.
“Surprise, ain’t you? HAH!” Her voice changed into a low robotic tone. “Surprise that…I INJECTED the virus into myself. AREN’T YOU! AREN’T YOU FREAKING SURPRISED?!” She pushed me to the ground and stomped her feet flat. Her eyes were glowing red.
While she was in the midst of her angry mutters, I grabbed the gun in front of me and shot her - twice. I covered Adele’s eyes as she screamed in agony; her sister was unresponsive injected with anesthesia and was completely immovable.
I was shaking - real hard; gluey green substances flowed down my hands and onto the floor; it was glowing in the dark. “This won’t do…this won’t do…we’ve got to hide…they - they…no…yes…they must have heard us…no…” I fumbled and immediately rushed towards any opening.
I locked the door and shut all the remaining windows. It was pitch dark and I hugged Adele tightly as she remained completely emotional.
All I could hear were the soft puffings of the oxygen machine that was sustaining her little sister and the hush and puffs of Adele’s sobs. I was too disturbed to even breath. I swallowed my saliva constantly - afraid that a single breath would alert the mutants towards us.
Then there was a knock on the door.
I stood still.
It knocked again; the knock sounded familiar;
it was a knock that no mutant would have known.
Was it help?
‘Who’s…there?” I asked, carefully.
“Me.” A familiar low robotic voice replied.
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Novels are what I seek to publish; being educated through textbooks was what I have been brainwashed to do; poems reflect what my soul desires.
Quotes are created when reality rings a bell in my head; I speak what I speak.