The Monster [H.S.]

Chapter 63

My heavy eyes open slowly as I try to make sense of what's around me. Then I remember and my stomach falls to the floor beneath me.

With a fuzzy head I notice about 100 Terrebit gathered around me in a decrepit and badly lit room, the only light being above my head. Thomas and the disciples wonder around me sorting things that I'm not focussed enough to look at. I feel sick with hunger and I almost gag but I don't have the energy.

I can't believe my life will end this way. In a shit room with hay for a floor, surrounded by Terrebit. Then again, if anyone deserves such an awful way to die it's me. I've done things that could raise the most evil of people from the dead.

"Okay, Noah can you come forward please." Thomas says. Oh great. This will be good.

I wonder who Thomas is calling forward today. Another convicted murderer? Or maybe it's another baseball player with good swing. I can only guess.

But then he surprises me. A young boy, around 8 or 9 years old, walks towards me with a look of fear and unease. But it's his piercing green eyes that strike me. It's his perfect cherry lips and raised eyebrows.

He looks a little like someone I used to know.

"Come here Noah." Thomas says and kneels down with a knife.

What the fuck is this sadist making this boy do?

"Hold out your hand." Thomas says and the young boy lies his hand out flat in the air.

I watch Thomas run the blade along the boys palm and if I had any strength at all I would say something, but I hardly have strength to breathe.

His crimson blood drips down his hand and falls down into a cup that Thomas holds to catch it in. I hear commotion in the background before a chained Harry, bound at his hands and feet, is pulled into the room with nothing but anger on his face. I wish he'd smile right now. I think its the only thing that would make me content dying.

"I can't believe you brought my fucking brother here! He is 9 years old! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He screams and as the young boy, Noah, tries to run to Harry a guard catches his arm and yanks him back causing Noah to cry out and Harry to charge rampantly at the guard.

It takes 6 other guards with full strength to hold Harry back and get him to the ground and chain him and I can tell that they are high as hell off their natural Terrebit mode and not concealing it so they can use their maximum strength.

Me a year ago, or however long I've been here, would see this as opportunity. When they're like this, they're stupid; they make mistakes because they're blinded by the 'wonder of life' as full Terrebit. Normally I would strike, but right now all I want to do is sleep and get this over with.

"Noah! Noah! Leave now!" Harry shouts from the ground.

"No! I'm not leaving without you!" His little brother begins to cry and the heart that's not mine for much longer breaks a little.

I remember when Harry told me he had a little brother. It was in Rome by the lake when we played 20 questions; a game we will never get to finish - but being locked up with nothing but time gets you past that. I've dealt with the fact I won't have a life with Harry and I'm over it. I still love him but my heart has come to terms with the fact I need to die so he can live fully.

I thought about Rome everyday while I was in that locked room. How they treated me like royalty but now like dirt. I thought about how if word could get out about what they're doing to me then Terrebit worldwide would come to my aid to help their Prophecy. But I couldn't get word out, and Thomas would only convey the glamour to them.