Post by Tys on Nov 4, 2006 19:51:11 GMT -5
(>.> yeah Tyson is bored so she has decided to put Sisisee's story on here. Again this is my character and I will hunt you down if you steal it! and please tell me any spelling/switch words/tense/ and any other mistakes that I will make ._.)
Prologue: Ten years ago.
“Hurry up! One more stop then we can go back to the shelter,” yelled the captain of the third Grey Wolf Jeep squad. The three jeeps drove over mountains of debris in an old forgotten city. Thy followed a nearly invisible path through and around the debris mounds. The once great buildings that stood tall before the war, are now just mounds of debris, long since forgotten for what they were or how to build them so tall and great.
All six of the people in the three Grey Wolf jeeps anxiously continued down the path, searching for something out of place, something that shouldn’t be there. They didn’t know what they are looking for; all they knew was that something strange appeared on the radar in this area earlier that day. Since the appearance, they and other scouts have been searching the dead city. The Grey Wolf jeeps had one more check point until they could turn back and return to the safety of the underground shelter and let others search for whatever it was that was on the radar.
On top of one of the mounds of debris they spotted a cut in the path, as if someone had dragged something through the ground. The cut in the ground was at least a quarter of a mile long and it seemed to go deeper into the ground the further it went. The width of the cut was five feet or more. The Grey Wolf jeeps drove down from the mound and to the cut.
“What should we do Captain?” asked the driver of the first jeep.
“We follow it. Damn it! I was hoping we won’t be the ones that find somethin’.” The captained answered as he grabbed a beat up looking gun and jumped out of the jeep. “The drivers stay with the jeeps, you two come with me,” he ordered pointing at the two other passengers. The captain led the way, following the cut going down. The maker of the cut could be seen as soon as they started to follow the cut path, but it was hard to distinguish the mark of it out against endless scrape metal and other various kinds of debris and rubble that was once a great building. Once they got closer they where able to see it without getting it confused with other debris, though they still didn’t know what it was. It seemed to be made of sleek black metal, the front part couldn’t be seen but was probably a point, clear from how the seen part of it was rounded at the end sticking out of the ground and it slowly seem to shrink together, forming into a point. As they continued to investigate it, they saw that the top part of it was different, what looked like sleek black metal was darker than the rest, and more sleek, to the point that they could almost see their reflections. One of the men that was with the captain tapped that part with the butt of his gun, the noise that came from it gave evidence that the part was hallow.
“I ain’t never seen anything like this,” the man said, tapping it a few more times with the butt of his gun.
“What do we do?” the other man asked.
“Break it open and see what’s inside,” the captain told them as an ordered. The two men look at each other for a moment before obeying. One of the men pointed to a spot at the edge.
“Hit there,” he told his comrade. They both lifted their guns and slammed the butt of them against it. At first it didn’t do anything, though after repeated blows, it started to crack like glass. With more blows that part of it shattered. A small whining noise came from the inside of it. The captain stepped forward, his gun pointed down at the hole, pressed a switched on the top of his gun. A light shined, piercing through the darkness so that they would be able to see. What they saw was a small baby boy, almost human but they could clearly see cat like ears on the boy’s head, and a long almost hairless tail.
“It’s a demon!” the one man cried out terrified, pointing his gun through the hole. The captain quickly grabbed the gun and pointed upward.
“Why would a demon be in a thin’ like this? This ain’t a demon,” the captain told his comrade as he let go of the gun. He turned his gun so that the barrow was pointed up to the sky; he then slammed it down hard on the glass, breaking through it and making a bigger hole so that he could reach in and grab the boy. Leaning his gun against the thing, he reached in and took out the naked baby.
“It looks like a demon to me.”
“Too small,” the captain replied. The baby boy was small; the captain could easily carry him with one hand.
Soon the baby began to cry, the cool evening air stung its naked skin. The air inside of the capsule was nice and warm. Hearing this, the captain took off his jacket with one hand and wrapped the baby in it, trying to comfort it.
“You surely aren’t going to keep it, are you?” one of his comrades asked, looking at his captain with amazement.
“It’s a demon. It’s gotta be a demon,” the other told him.
“He’s not a demon. Demons don’t make these kinds of things, and they live together in packs. When they do abandon their young, they leave them out in the open or kill them. Besides, like I said, he’s too small,” the captain said defending the helpless baby.
“Maybe that’s why he’s not with ‘em. Because he seems to be a weakling because of his small size,” the comrade protested.
“He’s not a demon. Why would a demon stick him in that thing?” the captain asked him harshly, pointing at the thing that he pulled the baby out of.
“Why does a demon attack us in the first place when we have a common enemy? We don’t know. They just do, so they just put the baby in there. I’m tellin’ you that is a demon. We should kill it before it kills us!” he said protesting more.
“Think what you like, but he’s not a demon. Now, we’re going back to the shelter. They can send someone back here today or tomorrow to investigate that thing more,” the captain said, changing the subject and ignoring him saying that the baby should die before he kills them. He picked up his gun with his free hand and started to walk away.
“Captain! That thing is a de-.”
“That was an order!” The captain snapped at them. Reluctantly, the two men followed behind their captain back to the jeeps.
Part one: The Plan
Chapter 1. The Meeting
“What do we have here?” Came a joyful voice behind a tiny boy.
The tiny boy turned his head and looked over his shoulder up at the ominous figure towering over to him. Recognizing the figure he turned his body and took a small step back, fear started to shine is his black eyes.
A sickening smirk came on to the face of the figure, a boy that has to be at least 15 years old. “What’s wrong? Is the little freak scared?” He asked the tiny boy, his voice full of joy though no mercy.
“Leave me alone…” The tiny boy mumbled, looking up at him.
“Hey! Did you hear that?” The older boy called out loudly to two other boys behind.
“Nope. Not a damn thing. He needs to speak up more if we’re gonna hear him from up here.” A boy with dirty blond hair said glaring down at the tiny boy.
“T.J. why the hell did you asked such a stupid question? Of course we can’t hear him. He don’t speak loud enough and he’s too damn short.” The other boy said smiling like he just told an amusing joke as he run his fingers through a mess of brown hair on his head.
The tiny boy look down, his hands starting to curl up in small fists, soon his shoulders started to shake some.
T.J.’s smirk grew when he saw this, knowing that the tiny boy was starting to cry. “Hey man, look what you did. You made Sisisee cry.” He said his voice full of false concern; he reached out his hand and put it on the boy’s shoulder, having to bend his knees some because of the height difference. “Don’t cry.”
Sisisee tried to push T.J.’s hand off of him, but the grip was too strong for him. “Let go!” He yelled, looking up at T.J., his face red and shined from the tears.
T.J. grabbed Sisisee by the front of his shirt and lifted him up so that he will be able to see Sisisee’s eyes and stand up straight. “Why the hell should I let go?” His voice lost the false concern and become harsh and demanding.
“You shouldn’t. At least not yet.” The dirty blond hair boy smirked.
“We should find a high place and put him there. You know as a favor, so that he knows what’s like not to be a short freak.” The other said the smile still on his face.
“That’ll be a bit nice, even if we beat some sense into him.” T.J. said as he formed his free hand into a fist and slammed it hard into Sisisee’s stomach.
Sisisee gasped out in pain, his arms wrapping around his stomach, his eyes closed and watery, pain written all over his face.
“Aww, did that hurt?” T.J. asked mockingly as he raised the tiny boy as high as he could then throw him back to the ground with all of his force.
Sisisee landed hard on his right side, wincing as his shoulder and arm hit the hard metal ground. Looking up at T.J. with fear shining in his eyes as his body started to curl up into a ball, letting go of his stomach, tugging his legs in as he put his arms over his head, preparing for what was coming next.
A joyful expression spread across T.J.’s face as he saw this. Taking a few steps towards the boy, so that once again, he was towering over him. He looked down at him with merciless eyes, full with hate. “You shouldn’t show fear.” T.J. told him as if he was a friend giving simple advice. Lifting his foot him, T.J. started to slam it down on the tiny, trembling body of the boy below him.
Sisisee clenched his teeth, closed his eyes as his body stiffen before the first stomped. He tried not to make a noise of pain as the foot hit him over and over, at first he was able to until the two other boys joined in. Soon he was letting out small whimpers each time a foot hit him. It didn’t take long for the boys to hear these whimpers and they were soon hitting him faster and harder, encouraged by the whimpers. Most of the hits were to Sisisee’s back, chest and stomach; the boys didn’t want to leave any mark as evidence to his attack. Though a couple of their feet ended up hitting Sisisee’s face so that soon Sisisee was able to feel a warm red liquid coming from his nose and a salt like taste was in his mouth. After several minutes of beating on Sisisee, the boys stopped their game, looking away from Sisisee and at someone in front of them. Sisisee remained how he was, curled up in a ball letting the red liquid run to his mouth on its way to the ground; his breath was slow and painful. He was relieved that for now the attack had stopped.
“What the hell do you want?” T.J. demanded realizing who it is and that it wasn’t an adult.
“What are you doing?!” The person yelled at T.J. anger could clearly be heard in his voice.
Sisisee heard the voice and lifted his head up some, looking behind him. A few feet away, where the hallway split into two different ways, stood another boy who look a year or two younger then T.J., though unlike the other three boys, he didn’t look at Sisisee with hate full eyes, those eyes were looking at T.J. and the two boys standing and either side of him. Sisisee knew the boy though he didn’t know the name. But he did know something about the boy, he was different like him; though how he was different or how he knew this he didn’t know or understand.
“What’s it to you?” T.J. asked, glaring at the boy who ruined their fun.
“If you’re going to try to stop us, it’s three against one.” The dirt blond hair boy told him.
“I don’t care how many cowards there are! Just leave him alone. He hasn’t done a thing to any of you!” The boy yelled furiously at them, glaring at them through his bangs that have grown into his eyes.
“He has done a thing to us, he existed.” The black hair boy said a bit timidly, looking over at his two friends out of the corner of his eyes, hoping to see them smile or laugh.
“What are you going to do about it? Run to your daddy?” T.J. asked, ignoring his friend comment, knowing that his dad was one of the leaders in the underground shelter.
The boy lost his temper and run straight at T.J., his right hand forming into a fist as he run, lifting it up and slamming it against T.J.’s face when he got close enough. T.J. was caught off guard and stumbled back some, holding his cheek where he got hit. His two friends backed away and stood next to him, facing the boy who was now standing in front of Sisisee.
“That’s what I’ll do.”
“Pretty damn weak.” T.J. lied, rubbing his cheek for a few more moments before lowering his hand.
“Do you want to end up like the tiny freak?!” The dirt blond kid yelled at the boy.
“I won’t end up like that! I’ll beat each one of y- HEY! Come back here!” The boy yelled as T.J. turned around and started to walk off.
“I have better things to do.” T.J. said simply. His two friends glared at the boy for a moment longer before turning and jogging to catch up with T.J.
The boy glared at their backs for a few moments, muttering coward under his face, before kneeing down and looking at Sisisee. “You okay?”
Sisisee slowly uncurled from the ball. He wiped the blood from his face on to his baggy jacket. “Thank you…” He muttered towards the boy.
“Yup. Come on, stand up. We should get someone to check you to make sure you’re alright and to tell them what T.J. and the other to did to you.” The boy told him, not knowing the names of T.J.’s friends.
“I’m fine…” Sisisee muttered, standing up. He right hand holding his left side were a sting of pain shot into him each time he took a breath, while his left hand covering his nose, trying to keep the blood in.
“You sure? You don’t look fine.” The boy said, pushing his bangs out of his eyes some so that he could look at Sisisee without being bothered by them.
Sisisee nodded and started to walk down the hallway, going the same way he was going as if nothing happened. The boy followed behind him silent at the moment. Sisisee could tell this, and he wished the boy will leave; he just wanted to be alone.
“Your name is Sisisee, right? Mine’s Peter.” Peter told him, trying to be friendly.
Sisisee nodded as he turned to the left when the hallway split into two different ways. “…why are you following?” Sisisee muttered his question.
“Uh…not really sure, I guess I want to make sure they don’t try to beat you up again.” Peter answered him, his hands comfortably in his pockets.
“…they won’t. They’ll wait at least a day…” Sisisee told him, his voice showing no anger or resentment at what the boys did to him, what they have done to him or what he was predicting they will do.
“This isn’t the first time they beat you like that? Don’t you tell anyone?”
Sisisee shook his head to answer both of the questions as he took another turn and started to walk down metal stairs. Sisisee lifted his head up some, so that the blood that was seeping though his fingers will hopefully stopped. Though all that did was making the blood run down his hand on to his arm and make his baggy jacket more blood stained then it was already.
“You should stand up for yourself and not let them beat you up like that.” Pete told him, seeing the blood coming from his nose.
Sisisee didn’t say anything. Getting to a landing, the turned and opened the door with his right hand and went through it into another hallway. This hallway lots of doors were in this hallway, all of them had a number and a letter. Sisisee walked down until he reached a door that had 26M on it. He opened it again with his right hand and went in and closed the door behind him
“Bye…” Peter said as he closed behind him, he stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door before walking away.
Like the hallway, the room that Sisisee entered was made of metal. The walls, ceiling and floor were all metal. There were two open doors in the room, one to Sisisee’s right and the other to his left, on the back wall there was a half fridge, microwave, an oven and a sink. There were several pieces of furniture in the room, a beat up looking couch that has seen better days, an even more beat up looking upholstered chair, a table behind the couch and three chairs around it, all of them looking old and beat up. On a beat up looking couch, a pale black hair boy was laying down on it, reading a book, with a wooden sword laid down on the ground next to him.
“ ‘Bout time you get back.” He said, quickly glancing over at Sisisee then looking back at the book, then looking back at Sisisee in the next moment.
“…hi Josh…” Sisisee muttered looking down, hoping that Josh didn’t see the blood on his face and on his on hand that was still covering his nose. But Josh did notice the blood. He folded the page back of his book and dropped it to the ground and walked over to him.
“What happened?” He asked, trying to see Sisisee’s face.
Sisisee didn’t say anything; he kept his head down and pulled the visor of his hat down trying to hide his face even more. Josh pulled Sisisee’s jacket hood off and took the hat off, revealing cat ears underneath the hood and hat. Josh paid no attention to the cat ears; he was use to Sisisee having them, having lived with him most of his life. Grabbing Sisisee’s chin, Josh forced Sisisee to look up at him, so that he could see where the blood was coming from.
“Come on.” Josh sighed, as he saw that the blood was coming from his nose. He put his hand on Sisisee’s head and led him to the room on the right. The room was small, and unlike the other room and hallway, it wasn’t outlined with metal. The walls were built with old, almost decaying bricks; both of the ceiling and floor were outlined in metal like the hallway and other room. A light bulb dangled from its wirers that attached it to the ceiling. Josh pulled the string that hung from the light bulb to turn it on and lit the small room up. The room was a bathroom, a metal tub sink by the door with stuff underneath it, the toilet in the right corner with a shower in the left corner, an old, water beaten, shower wall between the two.
“What happened this time?” Josh asked again, looking through the stuff that was under the sink under he found a rag. Standing up, he turned the water on and got the rag wet, handing it to Sisisee.
Sisisee took the rag and put it over his bloody nose, again not answering Josh.
Josh signed, guessing what happened though he didn’t say anything. “Wash your hand and take your jacket off. I might be able to wash the blood out of it.”
Sisisee switched hands, so that his right blood free hand was holding the rag to his face. Standing on his toes, he stuck his left hand into the sink when Josh turned the water back on. Sisisee let the cold water pour down on his blood stained hand, turning the water red as it wash the blood off of his hand. Pulling his hand back when the blood was gone, he wiped it on his pants getting the water. Then he took his jacket off, always having one hand holding the rug to his noise and hand it to Josh who took it.
Josh turned the water pressure up as he stuck Sisisee’s jacket sleeve into the water and started to try to get the blood out of it. Sisisee walked to the toilet and sat down on the closed toilet seat, watching Josh clean his jacket. After a while Josh stopped, looking down on the sleeve for a moment, trying to see if there’s any blood that he miss, before walking into the shower and putting it up on a hook to dry.
“You got some blood on your shirt too…” Josh said to Sisisee, after walking out of the shower and looking at him.
Sisisee looked down at his white baggy old shirt, seeing a couple drops of blood on it.
“Take it off.” Josh told him, with a sigh, not wanting to clean his shirt too but preferring his father not to know what happened.
Sisisee obeyed him, switching hands that hold the rag when needed as he took his shirt off. Once it was off, bruises could be seen on Sisisee’s left side where the boys had stomped on him, also on his right shoulder that got slammed down when T.J. threw him down. Wrapped around his waist was a furry black tail. Josh took the shirt from Sisisee, after staring at the bruises for a moment or two.
“You should fight back.” Josh told him, as he started to clean the shirt.
“…Vater said that we shouldn’t fight each other…that if we fight ourselves then we could never survive against our enemies…” Sisisee muttered looking down, letting his tail unwrap from around his waist.
“Maybe father was wrong and you should fight them or at least defend yourself.” Josh said, holding the shirt up to the light to see if all of the blood was out.
For a while Sisisee didn’t say anything. “…are you going to tell him what happened…?” Sisisee shyly asked him.
“No.” Josh said finishing the cleaning the shirt. He turned the water off and put the shirt on the side of the sink and walking over to Sisisee. “Show me your nose.” He ordered. Sisisee lowered the rug some, showing his blood stained nose and the area around it. The blood was no longer coming out.
“It stopped bleeding.” Josh told him, as he took the rag from Sisisee and walked over to the sink and rinsed the blood out and tossed it back to Sisisee who cleaned his face from the blood with it and then tossed it back to Josh who rinsed it out again and tossed it under the sink. Josh walked back into the shower and grabbed Sisisee’s jacket, walking out of it, he tossed it to Sisisee then grabbed his shirt and tossed it to him. “Put these in our room to dry.” Josh ordered then walking out of the bathroom and back to the old couch.
Sisisee hopped off of the toilet and follow Josh out of the room, he then headed towards the other open door and walked into what appears to be a small bed room. There was a bed up against the back wall, a night stand right by it with some books and a flash light, a dresser to his right and a chair to his left by another door. Like the bathroom, the room was lit by a light bulb hanging by some wires on the ceiling. The room was small enough, and clean enough, also Sisisee knew it by heart so he had no problem in walking in the dark and getting to the other door. He opened the door and walked into another room, this one smaller. There were two beds on either side of him with a dress between them at the head of the bed. Sisisee walked forward in the dark and found the string that hang down from the light bulb that light this room and pulled it. With the room lit, Sisisee walked towards the dress and pulled up the lowest drawer. The drawer wasn’t close to being full, to one side there were clothes then to the other side there were some books and some toys, most of them being little figures or animals or trees. Sisisee took one of his few shirts from the drawer and put it on. The shirt went down to his knees and the sleeves were to his elbows, his tail that hang down still showed. He put his jacket on the bed post to finish drying and his shirt on the back board to dry. Then he stood up, turned off the light and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him and back to the room that Josh is in.
Josh was back to reading his book, not even noticing Sisisee back in the room.
Sisisee walked to the upholstered chair and climbed up on it. He curled up some, getting comfortable. “When’s Vater going to be home…?” Sisisee timidly asked Josh.
“When he feels like it. There’s food in the fridge.” Josh told him simply, not caring when his father was coming home.
Sisisee didn’t say anything; he closed his eyes and rested his head on the arm of the chair. Some time passed and it seem like the tiny boy had fallen to sleep, though he was wide awake. As the hours passed, Josh got up and headed towards the bedrooms. “Going to bed. Night.” He told Sisisee.
“Night, Josh.” Sisisee said his ears twitching some, hearing Josh walking off. Sisisee continue to lay there on the chair, waiting for Vater to come home, slowly he drifted off into sleep. After a couple of hours passed, the door opened and the captain of the three Grey Wolf jeeps scouts walked in. At first he didn’t see Sisisee sleeping on the chair, he look down and picked up Sisisee’s hat that Josh dropped earlier. He walked to the small kitchen like place at the back of the room and look in the fridge for some food.
Sisisee’s ears twitched some when he heard the captain. Opening his eyes, he blinked a couple of times before sitting up and looking around. He spotted the captain looking in the fridge and smiled happily. “Hi Vater.” He said, the first time in the day there was a happy note in it.
Vater jumped slightly when he heard Sisisee, he turned and looked over at the chair. “What are you doing up?” He asked holding back a yawn until he finished his question.
“Waiting for you.” Sisisee said smiling happily, his tail wagging some.
“Right. You hungry?” He asked, pulling out a container that had some soup in it.
“Yup.” Sisisee said, jumping off of the couch and running towards Vater. Vater walked to the sink, putting the container on the oven for now, and rinsed out two bowls and two spoons from the sink. He put the bowls down and poured some of the soup into the bowls and then returning the soup back to the fridge and handing one of the bowls and a spoon to Sisisee. Sisisee grabbed the bowl and walked to the table, reaching up and putting the bowl on the table then climbed up on the chair.
Prologue: Ten years ago.
“Hurry up! One more stop then we can go back to the shelter,” yelled the captain of the third Grey Wolf Jeep squad. The three jeeps drove over mountains of debris in an old forgotten city. Thy followed a nearly invisible path through and around the debris mounds. The once great buildings that stood tall before the war, are now just mounds of debris, long since forgotten for what they were or how to build them so tall and great.
All six of the people in the three Grey Wolf jeeps anxiously continued down the path, searching for something out of place, something that shouldn’t be there. They didn’t know what they are looking for; all they knew was that something strange appeared on the radar in this area earlier that day. Since the appearance, they and other scouts have been searching the dead city. The Grey Wolf jeeps had one more check point until they could turn back and return to the safety of the underground shelter and let others search for whatever it was that was on the radar.
On top of one of the mounds of debris they spotted a cut in the path, as if someone had dragged something through the ground. The cut in the ground was at least a quarter of a mile long and it seemed to go deeper into the ground the further it went. The width of the cut was five feet or more. The Grey Wolf jeeps drove down from the mound and to the cut.
“What should we do Captain?” asked the driver of the first jeep.
“We follow it. Damn it! I was hoping we won’t be the ones that find somethin’.” The captained answered as he grabbed a beat up looking gun and jumped out of the jeep. “The drivers stay with the jeeps, you two come with me,” he ordered pointing at the two other passengers. The captain led the way, following the cut going down. The maker of the cut could be seen as soon as they started to follow the cut path, but it was hard to distinguish the mark of it out against endless scrape metal and other various kinds of debris and rubble that was once a great building. Once they got closer they where able to see it without getting it confused with other debris, though they still didn’t know what it was. It seemed to be made of sleek black metal, the front part couldn’t be seen but was probably a point, clear from how the seen part of it was rounded at the end sticking out of the ground and it slowly seem to shrink together, forming into a point. As they continued to investigate it, they saw that the top part of it was different, what looked like sleek black metal was darker than the rest, and more sleek, to the point that they could almost see their reflections. One of the men that was with the captain tapped that part with the butt of his gun, the noise that came from it gave evidence that the part was hallow.
“I ain’t never seen anything like this,” the man said, tapping it a few more times with the butt of his gun.
“What do we do?” the other man asked.
“Break it open and see what’s inside,” the captain told them as an ordered. The two men look at each other for a moment before obeying. One of the men pointed to a spot at the edge.
“Hit there,” he told his comrade. They both lifted their guns and slammed the butt of them against it. At first it didn’t do anything, though after repeated blows, it started to crack like glass. With more blows that part of it shattered. A small whining noise came from the inside of it. The captain stepped forward, his gun pointed down at the hole, pressed a switched on the top of his gun. A light shined, piercing through the darkness so that they would be able to see. What they saw was a small baby boy, almost human but they could clearly see cat like ears on the boy’s head, and a long almost hairless tail.
“It’s a demon!” the one man cried out terrified, pointing his gun through the hole. The captain quickly grabbed the gun and pointed upward.
“Why would a demon be in a thin’ like this? This ain’t a demon,” the captain told his comrade as he let go of the gun. He turned his gun so that the barrow was pointed up to the sky; he then slammed it down hard on the glass, breaking through it and making a bigger hole so that he could reach in and grab the boy. Leaning his gun against the thing, he reached in and took out the naked baby.
“It looks like a demon to me.”
“Too small,” the captain replied. The baby boy was small; the captain could easily carry him with one hand.
Soon the baby began to cry, the cool evening air stung its naked skin. The air inside of the capsule was nice and warm. Hearing this, the captain took off his jacket with one hand and wrapped the baby in it, trying to comfort it.
“You surely aren’t going to keep it, are you?” one of his comrades asked, looking at his captain with amazement.
“It’s a demon. It’s gotta be a demon,” the other told him.
“He’s not a demon. Demons don’t make these kinds of things, and they live together in packs. When they do abandon their young, they leave them out in the open or kill them. Besides, like I said, he’s too small,” the captain said defending the helpless baby.
“Maybe that’s why he’s not with ‘em. Because he seems to be a weakling because of his small size,” the comrade protested.
“He’s not a demon. Why would a demon stick him in that thing?” the captain asked him harshly, pointing at the thing that he pulled the baby out of.
“Why does a demon attack us in the first place when we have a common enemy? We don’t know. They just do, so they just put the baby in there. I’m tellin’ you that is a demon. We should kill it before it kills us!” he said protesting more.
“Think what you like, but he’s not a demon. Now, we’re going back to the shelter. They can send someone back here today or tomorrow to investigate that thing more,” the captain said, changing the subject and ignoring him saying that the baby should die before he kills them. He picked up his gun with his free hand and started to walk away.
“Captain! That thing is a de-.”
“That was an order!” The captain snapped at them. Reluctantly, the two men followed behind their captain back to the jeeps.
Part one: The Plan
Chapter 1. The Meeting
“What do we have here?” Came a joyful voice behind a tiny boy.
The tiny boy turned his head and looked over his shoulder up at the ominous figure towering over to him. Recognizing the figure he turned his body and took a small step back, fear started to shine is his black eyes.
A sickening smirk came on to the face of the figure, a boy that has to be at least 15 years old. “What’s wrong? Is the little freak scared?” He asked the tiny boy, his voice full of joy though no mercy.
“Leave me alone…” The tiny boy mumbled, looking up at him.
“Hey! Did you hear that?” The older boy called out loudly to two other boys behind.
“Nope. Not a damn thing. He needs to speak up more if we’re gonna hear him from up here.” A boy with dirty blond hair said glaring down at the tiny boy.
“T.J. why the hell did you asked such a stupid question? Of course we can’t hear him. He don’t speak loud enough and he’s too damn short.” The other boy said smiling like he just told an amusing joke as he run his fingers through a mess of brown hair on his head.
The tiny boy look down, his hands starting to curl up in small fists, soon his shoulders started to shake some.
T.J.’s smirk grew when he saw this, knowing that the tiny boy was starting to cry. “Hey man, look what you did. You made Sisisee cry.” He said his voice full of false concern; he reached out his hand and put it on the boy’s shoulder, having to bend his knees some because of the height difference. “Don’t cry.”
Sisisee tried to push T.J.’s hand off of him, but the grip was too strong for him. “Let go!” He yelled, looking up at T.J., his face red and shined from the tears.
T.J. grabbed Sisisee by the front of his shirt and lifted him up so that he will be able to see Sisisee’s eyes and stand up straight. “Why the hell should I let go?” His voice lost the false concern and become harsh and demanding.
“You shouldn’t. At least not yet.” The dirty blond hair boy smirked.
“We should find a high place and put him there. You know as a favor, so that he knows what’s like not to be a short freak.” The other said the smile still on his face.
“That’ll be a bit nice, even if we beat some sense into him.” T.J. said as he formed his free hand into a fist and slammed it hard into Sisisee’s stomach.
Sisisee gasped out in pain, his arms wrapping around his stomach, his eyes closed and watery, pain written all over his face.
“Aww, did that hurt?” T.J. asked mockingly as he raised the tiny boy as high as he could then throw him back to the ground with all of his force.
Sisisee landed hard on his right side, wincing as his shoulder and arm hit the hard metal ground. Looking up at T.J. with fear shining in his eyes as his body started to curl up into a ball, letting go of his stomach, tugging his legs in as he put his arms over his head, preparing for what was coming next.
A joyful expression spread across T.J.’s face as he saw this. Taking a few steps towards the boy, so that once again, he was towering over him. He looked down at him with merciless eyes, full with hate. “You shouldn’t show fear.” T.J. told him as if he was a friend giving simple advice. Lifting his foot him, T.J. started to slam it down on the tiny, trembling body of the boy below him.
Sisisee clenched his teeth, closed his eyes as his body stiffen before the first stomped. He tried not to make a noise of pain as the foot hit him over and over, at first he was able to until the two other boys joined in. Soon he was letting out small whimpers each time a foot hit him. It didn’t take long for the boys to hear these whimpers and they were soon hitting him faster and harder, encouraged by the whimpers. Most of the hits were to Sisisee’s back, chest and stomach; the boys didn’t want to leave any mark as evidence to his attack. Though a couple of their feet ended up hitting Sisisee’s face so that soon Sisisee was able to feel a warm red liquid coming from his nose and a salt like taste was in his mouth. After several minutes of beating on Sisisee, the boys stopped their game, looking away from Sisisee and at someone in front of them. Sisisee remained how he was, curled up in a ball letting the red liquid run to his mouth on its way to the ground; his breath was slow and painful. He was relieved that for now the attack had stopped.
“What the hell do you want?” T.J. demanded realizing who it is and that it wasn’t an adult.
“What are you doing?!” The person yelled at T.J. anger could clearly be heard in his voice.
Sisisee heard the voice and lifted his head up some, looking behind him. A few feet away, where the hallway split into two different ways, stood another boy who look a year or two younger then T.J., though unlike the other three boys, he didn’t look at Sisisee with hate full eyes, those eyes were looking at T.J. and the two boys standing and either side of him. Sisisee knew the boy though he didn’t know the name. But he did know something about the boy, he was different like him; though how he was different or how he knew this he didn’t know or understand.
“What’s it to you?” T.J. asked, glaring at the boy who ruined their fun.
“If you’re going to try to stop us, it’s three against one.” The dirt blond hair boy told him.
“I don’t care how many cowards there are! Just leave him alone. He hasn’t done a thing to any of you!” The boy yelled furiously at them, glaring at them through his bangs that have grown into his eyes.
“He has done a thing to us, he existed.” The black hair boy said a bit timidly, looking over at his two friends out of the corner of his eyes, hoping to see them smile or laugh.
“What are you going to do about it? Run to your daddy?” T.J. asked, ignoring his friend comment, knowing that his dad was one of the leaders in the underground shelter.
The boy lost his temper and run straight at T.J., his right hand forming into a fist as he run, lifting it up and slamming it against T.J.’s face when he got close enough. T.J. was caught off guard and stumbled back some, holding his cheek where he got hit. His two friends backed away and stood next to him, facing the boy who was now standing in front of Sisisee.
“That’s what I’ll do.”
“Pretty damn weak.” T.J. lied, rubbing his cheek for a few more moments before lowering his hand.
“Do you want to end up like the tiny freak?!” The dirt blond kid yelled at the boy.
“I won’t end up like that! I’ll beat each one of y- HEY! Come back here!” The boy yelled as T.J. turned around and started to walk off.
“I have better things to do.” T.J. said simply. His two friends glared at the boy for a moment longer before turning and jogging to catch up with T.J.
The boy glared at their backs for a few moments, muttering coward under his face, before kneeing down and looking at Sisisee. “You okay?”
Sisisee slowly uncurled from the ball. He wiped the blood from his face on to his baggy jacket. “Thank you…” He muttered towards the boy.
“Yup. Come on, stand up. We should get someone to check you to make sure you’re alright and to tell them what T.J. and the other to did to you.” The boy told him, not knowing the names of T.J.’s friends.
“I’m fine…” Sisisee muttered, standing up. He right hand holding his left side were a sting of pain shot into him each time he took a breath, while his left hand covering his nose, trying to keep the blood in.
“You sure? You don’t look fine.” The boy said, pushing his bangs out of his eyes some so that he could look at Sisisee without being bothered by them.
Sisisee nodded and started to walk down the hallway, going the same way he was going as if nothing happened. The boy followed behind him silent at the moment. Sisisee could tell this, and he wished the boy will leave; he just wanted to be alone.
“Your name is Sisisee, right? Mine’s Peter.” Peter told him, trying to be friendly.
Sisisee nodded as he turned to the left when the hallway split into two different ways. “…why are you following?” Sisisee muttered his question.
“Uh…not really sure, I guess I want to make sure they don’t try to beat you up again.” Peter answered him, his hands comfortably in his pockets.
“…they won’t. They’ll wait at least a day…” Sisisee told him, his voice showing no anger or resentment at what the boys did to him, what they have done to him or what he was predicting they will do.
“This isn’t the first time they beat you like that? Don’t you tell anyone?”
Sisisee shook his head to answer both of the questions as he took another turn and started to walk down metal stairs. Sisisee lifted his head up some, so that the blood that was seeping though his fingers will hopefully stopped. Though all that did was making the blood run down his hand on to his arm and make his baggy jacket more blood stained then it was already.
“You should stand up for yourself and not let them beat you up like that.” Pete told him, seeing the blood coming from his nose.
Sisisee didn’t say anything. Getting to a landing, the turned and opened the door with his right hand and went through it into another hallway. This hallway lots of doors were in this hallway, all of them had a number and a letter. Sisisee walked down until he reached a door that had 26M on it. He opened it again with his right hand and went in and closed the door behind him
“Bye…” Peter said as he closed behind him, he stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door before walking away.
Like the hallway, the room that Sisisee entered was made of metal. The walls, ceiling and floor were all metal. There were two open doors in the room, one to Sisisee’s right and the other to his left, on the back wall there was a half fridge, microwave, an oven and a sink. There were several pieces of furniture in the room, a beat up looking couch that has seen better days, an even more beat up looking upholstered chair, a table behind the couch and three chairs around it, all of them looking old and beat up. On a beat up looking couch, a pale black hair boy was laying down on it, reading a book, with a wooden sword laid down on the ground next to him.
“ ‘Bout time you get back.” He said, quickly glancing over at Sisisee then looking back at the book, then looking back at Sisisee in the next moment.
“…hi Josh…” Sisisee muttered looking down, hoping that Josh didn’t see the blood on his face and on his on hand that was still covering his nose. But Josh did notice the blood. He folded the page back of his book and dropped it to the ground and walked over to him.
“What happened?” He asked, trying to see Sisisee’s face.
Sisisee didn’t say anything; he kept his head down and pulled the visor of his hat down trying to hide his face even more. Josh pulled Sisisee’s jacket hood off and took the hat off, revealing cat ears underneath the hood and hat. Josh paid no attention to the cat ears; he was use to Sisisee having them, having lived with him most of his life. Grabbing Sisisee’s chin, Josh forced Sisisee to look up at him, so that he could see where the blood was coming from.
“Come on.” Josh sighed, as he saw that the blood was coming from his nose. He put his hand on Sisisee’s head and led him to the room on the right. The room was small, and unlike the other room and hallway, it wasn’t outlined with metal. The walls were built with old, almost decaying bricks; both of the ceiling and floor were outlined in metal like the hallway and other room. A light bulb dangled from its wirers that attached it to the ceiling. Josh pulled the string that hung from the light bulb to turn it on and lit the small room up. The room was a bathroom, a metal tub sink by the door with stuff underneath it, the toilet in the right corner with a shower in the left corner, an old, water beaten, shower wall between the two.
“What happened this time?” Josh asked again, looking through the stuff that was under the sink under he found a rag. Standing up, he turned the water on and got the rag wet, handing it to Sisisee.
Sisisee took the rag and put it over his bloody nose, again not answering Josh.
Josh signed, guessing what happened though he didn’t say anything. “Wash your hand and take your jacket off. I might be able to wash the blood out of it.”
Sisisee switched hands, so that his right blood free hand was holding the rag to his face. Standing on his toes, he stuck his left hand into the sink when Josh turned the water back on. Sisisee let the cold water pour down on his blood stained hand, turning the water red as it wash the blood off of his hand. Pulling his hand back when the blood was gone, he wiped it on his pants getting the water. Then he took his jacket off, always having one hand holding the rug to his noise and hand it to Josh who took it.
Josh turned the water pressure up as he stuck Sisisee’s jacket sleeve into the water and started to try to get the blood out of it. Sisisee walked to the toilet and sat down on the closed toilet seat, watching Josh clean his jacket. After a while Josh stopped, looking down on the sleeve for a moment, trying to see if there’s any blood that he miss, before walking into the shower and putting it up on a hook to dry.
“You got some blood on your shirt too…” Josh said to Sisisee, after walking out of the shower and looking at him.
Sisisee looked down at his white baggy old shirt, seeing a couple drops of blood on it.
“Take it off.” Josh told him, with a sigh, not wanting to clean his shirt too but preferring his father not to know what happened.
Sisisee obeyed him, switching hands that hold the rag when needed as he took his shirt off. Once it was off, bruises could be seen on Sisisee’s left side where the boys had stomped on him, also on his right shoulder that got slammed down when T.J. threw him down. Wrapped around his waist was a furry black tail. Josh took the shirt from Sisisee, after staring at the bruises for a moment or two.
“You should fight back.” Josh told him, as he started to clean the shirt.
“…Vater said that we shouldn’t fight each other…that if we fight ourselves then we could never survive against our enemies…” Sisisee muttered looking down, letting his tail unwrap from around his waist.
“Maybe father was wrong and you should fight them or at least defend yourself.” Josh said, holding the shirt up to the light to see if all of the blood was out.
For a while Sisisee didn’t say anything. “…are you going to tell him what happened…?” Sisisee shyly asked him.
“No.” Josh said finishing the cleaning the shirt. He turned the water off and put the shirt on the side of the sink and walking over to Sisisee. “Show me your nose.” He ordered. Sisisee lowered the rug some, showing his blood stained nose and the area around it. The blood was no longer coming out.
“It stopped bleeding.” Josh told him, as he took the rag from Sisisee and walked over to the sink and rinsed the blood out and tossed it back to Sisisee who cleaned his face from the blood with it and then tossed it back to Josh who rinsed it out again and tossed it under the sink. Josh walked back into the shower and grabbed Sisisee’s jacket, walking out of it, he tossed it to Sisisee then grabbed his shirt and tossed it to him. “Put these in our room to dry.” Josh ordered then walking out of the bathroom and back to the old couch.
Sisisee hopped off of the toilet and follow Josh out of the room, he then headed towards the other open door and walked into what appears to be a small bed room. There was a bed up against the back wall, a night stand right by it with some books and a flash light, a dresser to his right and a chair to his left by another door. Like the bathroom, the room was lit by a light bulb hanging by some wires on the ceiling. The room was small enough, and clean enough, also Sisisee knew it by heart so he had no problem in walking in the dark and getting to the other door. He opened the door and walked into another room, this one smaller. There were two beds on either side of him with a dress between them at the head of the bed. Sisisee walked forward in the dark and found the string that hang down from the light bulb that light this room and pulled it. With the room lit, Sisisee walked towards the dress and pulled up the lowest drawer. The drawer wasn’t close to being full, to one side there were clothes then to the other side there were some books and some toys, most of them being little figures or animals or trees. Sisisee took one of his few shirts from the drawer and put it on. The shirt went down to his knees and the sleeves were to his elbows, his tail that hang down still showed. He put his jacket on the bed post to finish drying and his shirt on the back board to dry. Then he stood up, turned off the light and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him and back to the room that Josh is in.
Josh was back to reading his book, not even noticing Sisisee back in the room.
Sisisee walked to the upholstered chair and climbed up on it. He curled up some, getting comfortable. “When’s Vater going to be home…?” Sisisee timidly asked Josh.
“When he feels like it. There’s food in the fridge.” Josh told him simply, not caring when his father was coming home.
Sisisee didn’t say anything; he closed his eyes and rested his head on the arm of the chair. Some time passed and it seem like the tiny boy had fallen to sleep, though he was wide awake. As the hours passed, Josh got up and headed towards the bedrooms. “Going to bed. Night.” He told Sisisee.
“Night, Josh.” Sisisee said his ears twitching some, hearing Josh walking off. Sisisee continue to lay there on the chair, waiting for Vater to come home, slowly he drifted off into sleep. After a couple of hours passed, the door opened and the captain of the three Grey Wolf jeeps scouts walked in. At first he didn’t see Sisisee sleeping on the chair, he look down and picked up Sisisee’s hat that Josh dropped earlier. He walked to the small kitchen like place at the back of the room and look in the fridge for some food.
Sisisee’s ears twitched some when he heard the captain. Opening his eyes, he blinked a couple of times before sitting up and looking around. He spotted the captain looking in the fridge and smiled happily. “Hi Vater.” He said, the first time in the day there was a happy note in it.
Vater jumped slightly when he heard Sisisee, he turned and looked over at the chair. “What are you doing up?” He asked holding back a yawn until he finished his question.
“Waiting for you.” Sisisee said smiling happily, his tail wagging some.
“Right. You hungry?” He asked, pulling out a container that had some soup in it.
“Yup.” Sisisee said, jumping off of the couch and running towards Vater. Vater walked to the sink, putting the container on the oven for now, and rinsed out two bowls and two spoons from the sink. He put the bowls down and poured some of the soup into the bowls and then returning the soup back to the fridge and handing one of the bowls and a spoon to Sisisee. Sisisee grabbed the bowl and walked to the table, reaching up and putting the bowl on the table then climbed up on the chair.