The House(Slow Updates)

the house/12

Am I a pet too?

"It seems you have once again succeed."

The man that stood staring down at the old woman --that sat frail and staring at the now bright blue facade that fill the screen of the television that had just a few second brought to life the full three days events of The House-- spoke with deep adoration.

"Adolph I never plan to be anything but," she said smiling and for a minute the austere face appear soft and graceful.

There was a knock on the door and her hard eyes move to the door of her private room within the nursing home on the off skirts of Misty Crescent.

"Come in," she called and the tall yet slumped figure with its odd grey appearance but sweet childish face enter.

"Bo," Scarlette beamed and for a minute the attractive woman that she once was shun through her now age ravished face.

The figure such a clear contrast of young and old was what Adolph refered to as time. The man showed just how time remain the same never changing as it kept on going, but in the indefinite continued process it takes with it the progress of existence in the past, present and future regarded as a whole.

He look away from the two as they made show of their affections for each other, the figure croaching down by Lady Scarlett's chair and she affectionately stoking the head he fondly rested against her. The sight of them filled him with a feeling that was close to dismay.

He glance back at them, the aged spotted hands with its arthritic fingers shakily stroking the white haired head. For a minute he thought how Bo appeared animalistic.

The old lady and her devoted pet.

Bo as he was solely called was indeed a pet, a vile dark pet for an equally dark woman. He look away again and this time he saw his reflection in a mirror place on a chest of drawer in the small but beautiful design room that boasted wealth, style and taste.

As if in a trance he stared on the face that look back at him. He swallowed visibly as he looked at the new him. He was pulled from the myre and made into a dignified creation of style and class.

A few months ago he was just a pretty face trying to scrape by. His hunger for the wealth that he never seem to be able to get his fingers on no matter how he tried gave him an intense craving for it. He fleeting thought of the unscrupulous things he resort to but they never propel him to it.

His desire soon became a unsatiated hunger but than hunger became a deep rooted greed as situations often present him a taste of the life he craved. He never once thought life would find him they best situation but he was never frivolous and too damn stubborn to give up.

He stared at the face that look back at him, the handsome young man with the beguiling eyes the come hither smile the intriguing aura of attractiveness.

He was a lier, he was a manipulator and a murderer. He smiled as he thought of this his full lips curving with pleasure but that pleasure was swept away as he  heard the guttural purring of Bo.

He straighten the navy jacket he wore over a pristine white shirt with the collar and the first two buttons undone. He ran hands which he discovered to be sweaty down the front of his black slacks and tried not to listen to the disturbing sounds.

"Do we scare you pet?" he heard the old woman ask her voice holding what appeared to be pleasure at such a thought.

"I can't remember the last time I was ever afraid Scarlett," I said with a conviction that belied my arrogance.

She laugh a real genuine laugh that clearly spoke that she knew he was spewing nothing but bull.

It angered him this her condescending attitude and he looked as the creature now curled at her feet head now resting on her boney knees who seem to be lost in an odd satisfaction.

"And I am not your pet!"

Her laughter vanish, her eyes harden and her hand stroking the white haired head stop as she turn to him and said calmly.

"You Adolph Hemlier is whatever I damn well please. I made you."

Eyes clash as they stared at each other but the youngest lowered a few seconds after as a force he was not too fond of circulated around him making him once again aware that this feeble little creature had something dark and sinister protecting her, it's nefarious heirloom.

With hands that shook slightly he straighten his jacket again but this time he button it as it trying to protect himself, but he knew he had none. He signed away all he ever had ---and it was never much ---when he decided to take on the mantle and become the new owner of The House Scarlett Ruins.

He cleared his throat and straighten to his full height and tried to regain his composure.

"Just so you know you're not indisposable. Your nothing but a shell, a piece of flesh among many. There is nothing special about you."

Adolph look at the woman and smile. "Thanks for the reminder Lady Scarlett."

He gave her a small bow to which she gave a nod then wave her hand at him in dismissal. He took the opportunity not to linger a second further in the presence of the two degenerate beings.

As he left the nursing home and walk in the cool night that now shrouded the homey atmosphere of the Brewster's Nursing Home he pushed his hands into his pocket as he walk towards his car.

Here the forest seem to dance more profilic as it stand about the surrounding acres of the nursing home. He tried not to look out at it as he made his way to his car but be could feel its watchful gaze up on him, when he reach his car he turn to it then and stood staring for a while.

He then look back to the house and to the window where the white haired figure stood  staring at him. He knew he sold his soul but how stupid of him to think he would be debt free.

The old witch offered a beguiling bargain and now trapped for all eternity only he was a pet, he would never be a treasure, nothing will stand guard for him like it did for her. He was out in the open laying bear with nothing but his desire to maintain the wealth he now had.

He also had something else, he had an hunger to reach to the very top. He wanted to be the one in possession of it all, not just the highly paid housekeeper.

As he slip behind the wheel the figure by the window stared into the sky where the moon was now more than a fingernail curve, it would soon be a waxing crescent and it would soon begin. As a smile played on his soft child like lips he turn to the woman who sat head slightly bowed in rest.

He walk over to her and gently place her on the bed where he gently tuck her in, as she smile at him he curl up at the foot of the bed and lay watch like the forest that stood guard of The House.

Some time later Adolph parked his vehicle at the end of the path where the veil that separated Drakesville from Misty Crescent shimmered. He open the door got out and walk up to it.

His eyes drank in the dimness of the shapes that soon turned into structures and figures showing people and buildings that played over and over the one scene permitted them. He leaned in closer to search for one thing but as he did so something close to static rippled in the air and caused him to step back quickly which sent him sprawling on his butt unceremoniously.

He swore as he got up to his feet brushing off his pants with angry strokes as he turn back to the car and started to walk away but not before he heard a familiar voice said into the quiet of the night.

"Be careful pet."

He knew a warning when he heard it. He didn't bother to look around as he knew all he would see was the now quiet entrance to Misty Crescent and the vegetation around it. He got in the car and drove away he knew he could never allow himself to be a pet. He would not become a Bo.