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Place. A lone room that stands in the middle of a dilapidated and abandoned ruin. There was once a boy who lived in a quaint little house; an orphanage on the outskirts of a small town. His parents had died early in his life. His mother was a sad, heartbroken woman. She did not have the will to survive the childbirth. The doctors couldn't explain it. It was as if she was trying to die before the child could be born. But that simply wasn't possible. The father wasn’t a strong person, either. He couldn't handle the grief and guilt he felt at the death of his wife, as he had been a rather large factor in her depression. After he committed suicide by hanging himself in their backyard, the boy was sent to an orphanage. The place was a small, but homey cottage at the edge of the town. The owner said that it was good for the children to get some separation from the hustle and bustle of daily life. She said a lot of things. And, as a dedicated member of the local church, most of these words were accepted before she even spoke them. But not by the boy. For a kid like him, there was nothing to have faith in. Only doubt. The other children treated him differently from the moment he set foot in the orphanage. Not poorly, per se, just differently. There were some brave souls that talked to him every now and then, but there was really never anything to talk about. They all had sob stories, being orphans, but the others saw truth and inspiration in the church and in the woman's words. All he heard were excuses and trivial attempts to maintain hope in the hearts of the children. This instantly made him an outcast, and try as they may, the other kids couldn't find anything to relate to him with. Then, the girl came. Her parents had disappeared. They weren't confirmed to have died, but they were no longer there to care for her. She never spoke. Not a single word. No matter how much the woman tried to convince her it was safe to talk to them. She just watched, with eyes as observant and unforgiving as a bird of prey going in for the kill. She was always being taken to the Secret Room, for glaring at the woman. She was highly unnerved by this evidently. The boy always thought she had a lot to hide, so he wasn't surprised when the girl's accusing gaze was met with discomfort. He found this girl interesting. He wanted to speak with her. So one night, when she was being brought back from the Secret Room, he stood in front of her and stared straight back into her eyes. She kept walking, and as she passed him, she paused. She lowered her head, without looking back, and asked him what he wanted of her. He wouldn't look either, out of respect. She wasn't subjecting him to her doubt, and he would extend the same courtesy. He wanted to know her story, who she was, where her parents were. Calmly, and without hesitation, she said that she had killed them. He was stunned. Couldn't move. He simply asked what she was talking about. She told him that her parents were evil people, who didn't deserve to live. He wasn't sure what to think. He had no reason to care about their lives, but at the same time, he needed to understand. How could this girl throw away what most of them never got the chance to have? She said that it had nothing to do with that. He looked up, eyes wide. Was he losing what little grasp on reality he had? Did she just read his mind? He turned to face her...and she was gone. What kind of girl, or creature, was he dealing with? Either she was simply a child capable of murdering her caretakers over a simple matter of conscience, or she was something else...something supernatural. He wouldn't sleep that night. Too many questions. When an already fragile understanding of reality and existence is thrown into even more flux, one might as well already be in the dreamrealm. In the days that followed, he talked to the girl whenever they got time alone, and she wasn't being too distant. It turned out that she was truly telepathic, but she was also a mute. She wouldn't explain any further about why she couldn't physically speak, but that obviously pertained to her having never spoken before. Her parents were both very religious people. They believed in God, as they believed in the ground beneath their feet. Though, they saw fit to appreciate God far more than anything so trivial as the physical existence they were forced to endure. They wanted to be with Him so badly. She said that they would never get their wish, because if Heaven did exist, they were surely never going to go there. She actually laughed when he asked what she was. She claimed to have no idea what in God's name her parents brought down upon the world. Truth be told, she had never felt truly human. But was this just the normal feeling of alienation that comes from being different? Or was there more truth to it than either of them wanted to admit? He asked her what she thought about the woman, and she said that all she knew was that she was evil. Just like her parents were. He asked if she was going to kill her. She laughed and said that she didn't want to cause him any more suffering and displacement than he had already been forced to endure. He was about to ask what happened in the Secret Room everyday, when they heard the woman calling for her. The day finally came. The woman was sick and tired of the girl and her stare. So she was sent to the Secret Room again...permanently this time. He tried to bide his time, just to see if the woman would change her mind...but he couldn't handle the only friend he was ever likely to have being taken from him forever. He exploded. Stormed up the stairs to the Secret Room. Kicked the door open in one blow. The visual that he received upon entering the forsaken room, brought forth the first tears he had ever shed in front of another living soul. There were two couches, a desk, and two end tables with lamps on either side of the room. On one of the desks, the girl lay sprawled out among all sorts of knives, cleavers, and syringes. There was a clear liquid, almost like water, pouring out from her. It was streaming over the sides of the desk, and pooling on the floor over half the room. Her eyes were wide open as usual, but instead of the solemn judgment they once carried, there was a complex look of fear and pain; of being forgotten or abandoned. The accursed woman was standing in the middle of the room, smiling wider than ever, and holding a pair of...severed wings? Water was pouring from the lacerations where they were cut off. The boy fell to his knees, water pouring down his face, much as it was pouring from his only friend's dead corpse. All he could do was kneel there, screaming and crying. He felt pathetic, but he felt much more angry, heartbroken, and hollow than that. So he didn't care. The girl was gone, and he could have stopped it had he acted sooner. But no, he had to be weird, stupid, and numb to urgency. He just...he thought that she could handle herself. He hated himself for thinking that. He hated her for it not being true. And most of all, he hated this evil, sadistic woman for being so happy about it. When he centered around that hate, he finally managed to pull himself together enough to hear her insane giggling. He demanded to know what could possibly be funny about what she'd done. The woman smiled, and said that it was an ironic situation. That such devoted servants of God were being commanded to slay angels. What was this madness she was speaking? Angels? God? Delusions designed to keep people content within their own pathetic existences. Nothing more. She only laughed more when he screamed it at her. She called him a naive child, who knew nothing of this world, let alone the next. He asked what the Angels could possibly do to upset God if they did exist? She explained that they desired only his love and affection. But that the method in which they'd been attempting to acquire his favor was blasphemous. Apparently, since humans were regarded as God's favorite pets, the Angels were attempting to become more like them by mating with humans and having hybrid children...half human, half angel. It was her sacred task, she said, to sacrifice these abominations in God's name, that they may be forgiven for their parent's sins. He stared at the body on the table...she was half Angel? That explained the power...but it was all too much for him to stomach. He started screaming again, and ripping at the floor. Pounding his fists into the wood, scratching at it, and bashing his head against it in a manic rage. The woman simply laughed in the face of his pain. Finally, when he had expended the last of his energy, he simply cried into the floor. The woman began explaining the circumstances of her parents' deaths, as if she thought he cared at this point. She said that the father knew about the Angel, and let it happen, as they were both people of great faith. However, the more the wife talked about the experience, the more the husband questioned his decision. He began to grow jealous of the Angel. So, he decided to take matters into his own hands. Once the child was 10 years old to the day, he tried his own sacrificial ceremony, but he was using an ancient ritual that God no longer accepted as worthy of him. So, when the father cut out her tongue, and tried to send her soul to heaven, his sacrifice was rejected. The Angel who fathered this girl returned to save her from this wretched situation, but the wife wanted redemption. She desired to mate with him again, in order to make up for her husbands transgressions against Heaven, as she saw them to be. The Angel refused to mate with her again, but granted her the blessing of a secret virgin birth. That was breaking the highest of all of Heaven's laws. He was putting another mortal on a platform where Jesus alone was meant to stand. When the loyal Angels and eventually God Himself found out about the child, all efforts were made to kill the mother before the baby could birth. But it was too late. She survived just long enough to have the child. Now, every Angel in Heaven was scouring the planet inch by inch searching for him. Any number of the traitorous Angel's friends or family could have been protecting him. He asked what happened to the jealous father, though he didn't really care. All of this was so pointless to him. She was dead, the story was over. What the woman spoke next, shook the very fabric of his being. She said that he felt so corrupted and disgusting, that he deserved to go to Hell. So...he hung himself in his family's backyard. That...couldn't be. He shouted at her that the girl said she'd killed her parents. That they couldn't have had the same ones. She simply smiled and asked that in her mind, when her Angel father told her what was going on, she had basically condemned them, hadn't she? That's why she said they were evil...why they wouldn't be going to Heaven...she must have really hated herself. He started crying again, and she kept laughing. She explained that it took the loyal Angels a while to catch the traitor, and that the girl ran when they finally slew him in God's name. She brought her here to prepare her for the ritual, every day in the Secret Room she would prepare. Right under his nose. She had no idea who he was until she found out that he could understand the girl when she Spoke. Angelic telepathy isn't easy to learn, she said mockingly. Then she had a good laugh about that too. God, no, not God, he hated that laugh more than anything right now. And now, she said, it was time to send him to heaven. He said no thank you. He got up, walked over to the couch, and sat down; looking over his dear friend's body. He had failed her. Now, he would keep a constant vigil, until the end of time, seeing that her resting place was never desecrated. The woman laughed at that. She planned on killing and sacrificing him. And that's what she was going to do. He simply watched the body pouring water onto the floor. A sombre expression of pain and sorrow on his face. She walked over and smacked him straight in the face. When he didn't move or respond, she got furious. She picked up the carved stone dagger, etched with Angelic Runes that she used for sacrifices, and plunged it deep into his chest. He felt the blade pierce his heart, and he just let go. As his body was coughing up blood, and convulsing with the shock of being so suddenly decommissioned, he sat there, still as a statue. He never took his eyes off her, he never blinked, through it all. As she pulled his dead body away, dragged it to the other table, and performed the sacrifice, he still stared into the girl’s eyes. After she left, leaving the orphanage to another member of the church, as hundreds more handed down the building over the years, as it fell into disrepair and threatened to collapse, one room still stood tall. One boy sat at one table, an alien to this world, and the next. Never to belong anywhere, but by her side...

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Description

Place. A lone room that stands in the middle of a dilapidated and abandoned ruin. There was once a boy who lived in a quaint little house; an orphanage on the outskirts of a small town. His parents had died early in his life. His mother was a sad, heartbroken woman. She did not have the will to survive the childbirth. The doctors couldn't explain it. It was as if she was trying to die before the child could be born. But that simply wasn't possible. The father wasn’t a strong person, either. He couldn't handle the grief and guilt he felt at the death of his wife, as he had been a rather large factor in her depression. After he committed suicide by hanging himself in their backyard, the boy was sent to an orphanage. The place was a small, but homey cottage at the edge of the town. The owner said that it was good for the children to get some separation from the hustle and bustle of daily life. She said a lot of things. And, as a dedicated member of the local church, most of these words were accepted before she even spoke them. But not by the boy. For a kid like him, there was nothing to have faith in. Only doubt. The other children treated him differently from the moment he set foot in the orphanage. Not poorly, per se, just differently. There were some brave souls that talked to him every now and then, but there was really never anything to talk about. They all had sob stories, being orphans, but the others saw truth and inspiration in the church and in the woman's words. All he heard were excuses and trivial attempts to maintain hope in the hearts of the children. This instantly made him an outcast, and try as they may, the other kids couldn't find anything to relate to him with. Then, the girl came. Her parents had disappeared. They weren't confirmed to have died, but they were no longer there to care for her. She never spoke. Not a single word. No matter how much the woman tried to convince her it was safe to talk to them. She just watched, with eyes as observant and unforgiving as a bird of prey going in for the kill. She was always being taken to the Secret Room, for glaring at the woman. She was highly unnerved by this evidently. The boy always thought she had a lot to hide, so he wasn't surprised when the girl's accusing gaze was met with discomfort. He found this girl interesting. He wanted to speak with her. So one night, when she was being brought back from the Secret Room, he stood in front of her and stared straight back into her eyes. She kept walking, and as she passed him, she paused. She lowered her head, without looking back, and asked him what he wanted of her. He wouldn't look either, out of respect. She wasn't subjecting him to her doubt, and he would extend the same courtesy. He wanted to know her story, who she was, where her parents were. Calmly, and without hesitation, she said that she had killed them. He was stunned. Couldn't move. He simply asked what she was talking about. She told him that her parents were evil people, who didn't deserve to live. He wasn't sure what to think. He had no reason to care about their lives, but at the same time, he needed to understand. How could this girl throw away what most of them never got the chance to have? She said that it had nothing to do with that. He looked up, eyes wide. Was he losing what little grasp on reality he had? Did she just read his mind? He turned to face her...and she was gone. What kind of girl, or creature, was he dealing with? Either she was simply a child capable of murdering her caretakers over a simple matter of conscience, or she was something else...something supernatural. He wouldn't sleep that night. Too many questions. When an already fragile understanding of reality and existence is thrown into even more flux, one might as well already be in the dreamrealm. In the days that followed, he talked to the girl whenever they got time alone, and she wasn't being too distant. It turned out that she was truly telepathic, but she was also a mute. She wouldn't explain any further about why she couldn't physically speak, but that obviously pertained to her having never spoken before. Her parents were both very religious people. They believed in God, as they believed in the ground beneath their feet. Though, they saw fit to appreciate God far more than anything so trivial as the physical existence they were forced to endure. They wanted to be with Him so badly. She said that they would never get their wish, because if Heaven did exist, they were surely never going to go there. She actually laughed when he asked what she was. She claimed to have no idea what in God's name her parents brought down upon the world. Truth be told, she had never felt truly human. But was this just the normal feeling of alienation that comes from being different? Or was there more truth to it than either of them wanted to admit? He asked her what she thought about the woman, and she said that all she knew was that she was evil. Just like her parents were. He asked if she was going to kill her. She laughed and said that she didn't want to cause him any more suffering and displacement than he had already been forced to endure. He was about to ask what happened in the Secret Room everyday, when they heard the woman calling for her. The day finally came. The woman was sick and tired of the girl and her stare. So she was sent to the Secret Room again...permanently this time. He tried to bide his time, just to see if the woman would change her mind...but he couldn't handle the only friend he was ever likely to have being taken from him forever. He exploded. Stormed up the stairs to the Secret Room. Kicked the door open in one blow. The visual that he received upon entering the forsaken room, brought forth the first tears he had ever shed in front of another living soul. There were two couches, a desk, and two end tables with lamps on either side of the room. On one of the desks, the girl lay sprawled out among all sorts of knives, cleavers, and syringes. There was a clear liquid, almost like water, pouring out from her. It was streaming over the sides of the desk, and pooling on the floor over half the room. Her eyes were wide open as usual, but instead of the solemn judgment they once carried, there was a complex look of fear and pain; of being forgotten or abandoned. The accursed woman was standing in the middle of the room, smiling wider than ever, and holding a pair of...severed wings? Water was pouring from the lacerations where they were cut off. The boy fell to his knees, water pouring down his face, much as it was pouring from his only friend's dead corpse. All he could do was kneel there, screaming and crying. He felt pathetic, but he felt much more angry, heartbroken, and hollow than that. So he didn't care. The girl was gone, and he could have stopped it had he acted sooner. But no, he had to be weird, stupid, and numb to urgency. He just...he thought that she could handle herself. He hated himself for thinking that. He hated her for it not being true. And most of all, he hated this evil, sadistic woman for being so happy about it. When he centered around that hate, he finally managed to pull himself together enough to hear her insane giggling. He demanded to know what could possibly be funny about what she'd done. The woman smiled, and said that it was an ironic situation. That such devoted servants of God were being commanded to slay angels. What was this madness she was speaking? Angels? God? Delusions designed to keep people content within their own pathetic existences. Nothing more. She only laughed more when he screamed it at her. She called him a naive child, who knew nothing of this world, let alone the next. He asked what the Angels could possibly do to upset God if they did exist? She explained that they desired only his love and affection. But that the method in which they'd been attempting to acquire his favor was blasphemous. Apparently, since humans were regarded as God's favorite pets, the Angels were attempting to become more like them by mating with humans and having hybrid children...half human, half angel. It was her sacred task, she said, to sacrifice these abominations in God's name, that they may be forgiven for their parent's sins. He stared at the body on the table...she was half Angel? That explained the power...but it was all too much for him to stomach. He started screaming again, and ripping at the floor. Pounding his fists into the wood, scratching at it, and bashing his head against it in a manic rage. The woman simply laughed in the face of his pain. Finally, when he had expended the last of his energy, he simply cried into the floor. The woman began explaining the circumstances of her parents' deaths, as if she thought he cared at this point. She said that the father knew about the Angel, and let it happen, as they were both people of great faith. However, the more the wife talked about the experience, the more the husband questioned his decision. He began to grow jealous of the Angel. So, he decided to take matters into his own hands. Once the child was 10 years old to the day, he tried his own sacrificial ceremony, but he was using an ancient ritual that God no longer accepted as worthy of him. So, when the father cut out her tongue, and tried to send her soul to heaven, his sacrifice was rejected. The Angel who fathered this girl returned to save her from this wretched situation, but the wife wanted redemption. She desired to mate with him again, in order to make up for her husbands transgressions against Heaven, as she saw them to be. The Angel refused to mate with her again, but granted her the blessing of a secret virgin birth. That was breaking the highest of all of Heaven's laws. He was putting another mortal on a platform where Jesus alone was meant to stand. When the loyal Angels and eventually God Himself found out about the child, all efforts were made to kill the mother before the baby could birth. But it was too late. She survived just long enough to have the child. Now, every Angel in Heaven was scouring the planet inch by inch searching for him. Any number of the traitorous Angel's friends or family could have been protecting him. He asked what happened to the jealous father, though he didn't really care. All of this was so pointless to him. She was dead, the story was over. What the woman spoke next, shook the very fabric of his being. She said that he felt so corrupted and disgusting, that he deserved to go to Hell. So...he hung himself in his family's backyard. That...couldn't be. He shouted at her that the girl said she'd killed her parents. That they couldn't have had the same ones. She simply smiled and asked that in her mind, when her Angel father told her what was going on, she had basically condemned them, hadn't she? That's why she said they were evil...why they wouldn't be going to Heaven...she must have really hated herself. He started crying again, and she kept laughing. She explained that it took the loyal Angels a while to catch the traitor, and that the girl ran when they finally slew him in God's name. She brought her here to prepare her for the ritual, every day in the Secret Room she would prepare. Right under his nose. She had no idea who he was until she found out that he could understand the girl when she Spoke. Angelic telepathy isn't easy to learn, she said mockingly. Then she had a good laugh about that too. God, no, not God, he hated that laugh more than anything right now. And now, she said, it was time to send him to heaven. He said no thank you. He got up, walked over to the couch, and sat down; looking over his dear friend's body. He had failed her. Now, he would keep a constant vigil, until the end of time, seeing that her resting place was never desecrated. The woman laughed at that. She planned on killing and sacrificing him. And that's what she was going to do. He simply watched the body pouring water onto the floor. A sombre expression of pain and sorrow on his face. She walked over and smacked him straight in the face. When he didn't move or respond, she got furious. She picked up the carved stone dagger, etched with Angelic Runes that she used for sacrifices, and plunged it deep into his chest. He felt the blade pierce his heart, and he just let go. As his body was coughing up blood, and convulsing with the shock of being so suddenly decommissioned, he sat there, still as a statue. He never took his eyes off her, he never blinked, through it all. As she pulled his dead body away, dragged it to the other table, and performed the sacrifice, he still stared into the girl’s eyes. After she left, leaving the orphanage to another member of the church, as hundreds more handed down the building over the years, as it fell into disrepair and threatened to collapse, one room still stood tall. One boy sat at one table, an alien to this world, and the next. Never to belong anywhere, but by her side...

Part of The Archaic Series

You can also purchase merchandise such as iPhone, iPod, and iPad Cases, Throw Pillows, Tote Bags, Posters, etc on Redbubble.com here: www.redbubble.com/people/m1k3y…