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It ends with you.....
His large unnatural colored eyes focused on me. His dark Raven colored hair sprinkled with bits of snow colored ash. Cascading in all different directions, doing little to ease the dark world now spread arms open wide before me. I blinked, my dark mahogany curls tickling my forehead as my slender fingers dug into what was once fresh healthy grass now a burnt chalk coal. They crumble to dust in my grasp. The air was heavy, each intake caused the inside of my throat to sizzle as if I'd swallowed a pan of lava.
"Water,"
The word spilled out of my mouth, barely auto able in the silence me and the boy both shared. A small plastic cup stood inches from my face, his ghostly pale fingers coated in purple veins that matched the color of his eyes. The child's gaze held a sense of mystery, intelligence and wisdom as I took the cup from his grasp and gobbled the cool liquid down, a bit of it slid down my chin.
"Thanks," I breathed coming up for dry air, handing him the plastic cup back I watched him nod before and turn his attention to something on his hips. A small bag of some sort rested around his waste as he pulled on a small tab revealing sharp silver teeth. It glinted in the dim rays the sun could push out through the thick clouds over head and stowed the item away. Dressed in a long lemon colored t-shirt, his bare legs littered with teeth marks, scratches, and dried blood. Toe nails, cracked and littered with ash as he gave a faint smile before his dry lips parted once more.
"This ends with you Judah,"
He glanced up at the sky for a moment as if searching for something in the burning sky above. " Just like it ended with you before, a so many centuries ago."
"How do you know my name," I ask slowly getting up to only have my legs give out right from under me.
The child's hypnotic gaze rested on me once more as he moved swiftly, almost inhuman and held me steady. His own twig legs barely able to keep me vertical; breathing grew heavy with strain as I forced myself to stay upright. Beads of sweat slide down my face as the effort became far to much for me to handle. We both gave out, he lay a few inches next to me as a puff of ash made our existence know. His wheezing subsided after about five minutes as I wiggled my toes and fingers as the feeling of blood pumping gave me a small jolt of strength.
"How do you know my name," I repeated once more. The boy didn't answer at first, his eyes focused on my face as if recalling a memory, a memory I could not remember.
"It has always been your name, since forever." He replied flatly, another smile formed showing off his white baby teeth.
"My name is-"
He didn't get to finish, as voices began to surface. The boy sat up in alarm as he tilted his head slightly to hear their noise. I sat up as well and listened, it seemed to grow louder at each passing minute and with it a low rumble began to vibrate under our bare feet. He stood up now, his breathing quicker as his fingers began to pull at his shirt three sizes too big for his tiny frame. But it didn't seem to bother him as he took my tan colored hand into his pasty white one and pulled me up.
"The execution is starting,"
He didn't give me a moment to question his sudden roughness as he half ran, half tumbled down toward a ruined city before us. Skeletons of buildings once majestic long ago now reduced to a blackened grave yard, home to hundreds of thousands of creatures. Bottles, toys, clothes and other objects I could barely recognize scattered in all different directions. Lost, abandoned by their loved ones in a field of emptiness. It was as if time had reverted backwards to an era that was once forgotten. His dark tangled Raven hair stuck to his oval face as his eyes darted back an forth, his grip tightened as our feet now pounded on something much harder, rocker and reminded me of a colorless sea. Cracks exposed bits of the dark, dry grass we had once creased our feet on as he came to a complete stop. My eyes focused on a sign in the distance : Welcome To Florida.
"This is home," I spoke, flashes of memories flooded through my head.
Memories of laughter, honking horns, fowl language and gas fumes. White birds soared through a pure indigo sky, a blazing lemon colored orb stroked my face as a hand rested on my head. A man in his mid-thirties with broad shoulders and a smile that could light up a room. Hid dark mahogany orbs burned into my own as his large hand patted my shoulder. Today is your special day, you're growing up so fast kiddo, he spoke as my little hand gripped his left hand. His voice was something I could never forget, honest, kind and full of emotions I couldn't place. Pick anything, any sort of store with an item you would like to call your own. I looked at him, my heart pounding as shops called out to me all at once, children flooded the stores carrying different things. Bags full of toys, dolls, a candy, basket balls, skateboards and teddy bears.
Don't be scared baby, a women cooed, her voice soft an light as if it belonged to a flock of humming birds. Her soft fingers ran through my hair, the smell of cookies drifted up my noise as her free hand rested on a round belly. Her peach colored sundress exposed her peanut butter skin tone we both shared. Her smooth plump lips exposed white teeth as a warm smile graced her long face. You only turn five once, she added as a deep laughter broke the surface. My father's laugh. My eyes scanned the shops once more as her smooth hands rested on my shoulders, her smell filling me with a sense of calmness and safety. My mother. Father waited patiently, strangers walked around us as my hand tightened on the two fingers I could grip completely. My favorite orange stripped shirt stained with mustered from a hot dog my father has give me but my mother's failed attempt to wipe my mouth clean ruined the shirt. I think he might want them all Cora, he answered flatly. Mike, he's only five give him time. Maybe he would like to see what they have to offer in order to choose, my mother addressed.
My father let go of my hand and crouched in front of me, his smooth skin no longer exposed the beard he had the night before. Broad shoulders, large arm lay rested at his side, the smell of chestnut surrounded me. His dark eyebrows extended downward as he focused on me. His pale lips held firm into a tight line, until they parted. Would you like to look into the shops? To see what you would want? He asked me. I shook my head, the bouncing soft curls we remotely shared as a determined look on my face changed the lost expression I had an hour ago. I pointed to a little boy holding a puppy.
"Daddy, I want a dog."
In a single blink the memory was gone as the tears began to spill forth, the boy studied me for a moment. My heart sank as everything was gone, from the familiar noses of the city life down to the fossil fumes that chocked the air above our heads.....everything was gone.
"I thought you would never remember," the boy whispered his hand he placed on my elbow as a a small comfort calmed me down. "But it's time to keep going, I've rested enough."
He began to lead the way as I followed, tripping on various objects along the way, a bank hovered ahead. A place my father loved to and dragged me along for the ride. Hanna a young collage graduate would always greet me at the door. She always smelled of spices, as she would lean down to my level and give me a handful of lollipops as I waited for my father. We took a left, down a neighborhood of town homes with roofs missing, Windows broken and a few doors barely hanging on its hinges. Skeletons of cars here and there, some completely hole but with missing tires, until we made it to a park.
It was a place I used be taken to, both my parents would home each of my hands as we would get out of the car. Joyous laughter of children screaming, some crying as frantic parents congregated to one another about their days or swap parenting tips. As I got only it was a place that I now decided to take my little brother Able to often after daycare as we wait for our older brother Edmond to pick us up.
His large brown eyes focused on the other children playing, his chubby fingers tightly suffocating my index and forefingers. Round flushed cheeks covered in crumbs from the snack he had before I picked him up from school, his Spider-Man lunch box draped over his shoulders as he glanced up at me for a few minutes. Can you play with me Judah, he would ask and I would shake my head an say time and time again. No, Able. It's time you play with other kids your age....it'll be a new adventure.
"This way," His words shattered my distant memories as he pointed to a narrow pathway through the woods.
Jagged Stones once laid down in perfection to emerge as a smooth pathway now reduced to a jumbled mess resembling mini mountains. He tossed his long bangs out of his face, the sounds of our pattering footsteps did little to ease the haunting silence. We had only started walking for ten minutes before the abandoned playground was swallowed whole within the lifeless decaying trees. Already the faint chanting was growing, the further we got louder it grew behind us as the earth began to tremble with it, our pace quickened.
Palms clammy, he did little to tell me what was happening or what this execution is but his quick glance in my direction couldn't be any clearer. He wanted to show me, but why? What was so important about this execution that I had to see.
"Crouch down," he mumbled as we walked through a thick brush, he was the first to crouch and said nothing. I stood staring at a clearing, a stone carved altar with strange symbols carved into the steps that lead up to it. A lone figure stood, golden hair glowed in a way that reminded me of the sun itself, his forest green eyes focused on me for a moment. Recognition, plastered on his inhumanly handsome face, the air around me seemed to thin out as he continued to stare. His smooth skin reminded me of marble as a loose curl brushed against a perfectly shaped eyebrow and finally he smiled an a single world left his lips.
Hide.
I did not hesitate to join the boy, his eyes focused on my soot covered face. We both resembled homeless children from the 1900's, my hands rubbing against my bare knees as my toes dug into the comfort of the earth once more. The chanting now grew louder, the trembling soon revealed itself as stomping and glints of purple could be seen in the distinct growing closer.
The wait seemed to last an eternity until it became all too clear, children, teenagers and young adults marched forward, weapons of gold gave off a sinister purple glow that matched the armor they wore of Roman fashion. Ever sharp and focused on the alter ahead, their feet stomping in unison as they chanted New Way, New Law, New Life, New Gods over and over. A girl no older than seven blew on a flute as her twin followed behind rap-a-tap-taping on small drums, it seemed as if thousands were flooding the small space in all different directions until they came to a complete stand still. Silence filled the air once more, as they waited for someone.
"You're the last," he whispered, his form materializing before my very eyes, a man no older that twenty-four stood before the chained victim.
His eyes burning as fierce as the sky above, as he pulled the lovely man's straw colored locks. Hair the color of snow, matched the flesh that covered his bones as faint purple veins could be seen through his bare skin. The young man gave a cruel smirk as he tugged the purple chain that connected to the collar of the lovely mans pale neck. Extending his free hand a scythe materialized, seven feet tall as pulsed. It to giving off the same sinister glow as his eyes. He thruster the lovely man forward, as tears escaped his forest green orbs but stared right at me.
I jumped out of the bushes and tried to shout but no sound came out, no one bothered to turn in my direction and the young man seemed to look through me as if I wasn't even there. Soon another group emerged, children that looked strangely familiar bound, chained and dragged forward by a girl. Her eyes the color of storm clouds, hair the color of corn and skin that seemed to glow as bright as the sun. She to had purple Roman armor and didn't flinch as she tossed the other three children forward but they were different from the rest. They felt important but I couldn't make them out, their image seemed blurred but there names burned into my skull: Thrafton, Skye, Vin.
"I've won," the young man snarled.
I take a few steps forward, heart exploding in my chest.
"I've Conquered,"
I'm running now, the tears escaping my eyes as the world around me seems to move slowly. The sound of the child's voice telling me to come back does little to stop me. I didn't want them to die, I couldn't let them die, they were important, my family. He raises his scythe as I watch the girl Skye hold hands with Trafton and Vin their eyes closed expecting what was to come. The lovely man opened his mouth his eyes never leaving mind as I struggled to move forward, faster.
"This is how it will end Judah,"
I stumbled forward, the hardened earth breaking my fall as the chanting returned, the stomping of feet as the taste of dirt filled my mouth. The salty tears making my vision unbearably blurry as my nails dig into the ground beneath me as I struggle to stand once more.
"When he remembers, so will you. When he awakens, the end will come."
A chuckle emerges from the young man's throat, his eyes bore into my own for the first time as my heart sinks. My breathing seems to stop as his words shattered my very soul and he brings down his Scythe of judgement.
"Now, you will bleed!"
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