The Outsiders

The Outsiders: Chapter Eight

Soum Menjivar

Like ponds of liquified amethyst, their lavender eyes sparkled under the sunlight.

A scent so sweet emanated from them: like the sweetest blackberries, rich dark chocolate, and a tinge of pine. Fastened by their utter existence, I stared at the masculine figure. With straight black hair down to their waist, it was reasonably jarring to find a small ringlet sticking out from his hair. Though a sickly pallid tone, his skin glittered with peppiness in the sunlight. Their eyes were somewhat large and weary, yet nothing of their particular irises were hidden.  With a short nose flat against their face, it was the only delicate feature they had. As if stained with the red of roses, their lips were plump and bright. 

            I had never seen anyone quite like them, but I was completely smitten with them the moment my eyes fell onto their arms wrapped around a small child. Though Syb took the child into her hands, the picture of him holding the child flickered into my memories.

            "Ohoa!"

            Running towards me was the woman who had come to tell me her name: Seem Oho Jaiocm. The eighteen-year-old with white hair sprinted towards me. Though she was wrapped in a full-length tope robe, she sprinted faster than I imagined she would. Cursing to myself, I sprint away from her.

            I had been kept prisoner here for about a week and a half. Though prisoner wasn't a word many would use — with the warm lavish baths, absolutely scrumptious delicacies, and the comfortable robes — I couldn't be a meter away from Seem. The only weapon I was allowed was Maddy's pocketknife, but even then, Seem threatened to take it. Though she was a kind sight, she was tall and strong through her icy facade. Even if I could outrun anyone in town, Seem seemed to surpass my physical capabilities. insisting on accompanying me to the door, I ran away to the bathroom by myself when I had the chance.

The two women, Jafeem and Ocmeemor, were her mothers. While the three looked almost nothing alike, the two others were her siblings — Sjal and Sbjal. Though she was often too built worrying about everything, Seem seemed to talk about her older sister, Sboum, like a Goddess. The family was quite large yet all of them shared this unbreakable link to one and other. About two days ago when Jafeem announced me as "The Lost Alpha" I began to pull the pieces together myself.

Why I yearned to explore the woodlands. Why I needed to feel needed by my family. Why I could run for miles at a time without a single bead of sweat. Why I could smell every scent and see every sight without much to begin with. There was only one answer, even as irrevocably insane it was.

             Sprinting away from the girl, I tried to dart into a small agricultural shed. Before I could taste the sweetened air and hardy haze of fresh vegetation, a certain figure pulled me closer to them. Enveloping me in their intoxicating scent and absurdly rich warmth, the figure growled. Exposing their fangs, the figure held me close to their chest — though they were a head shorter than me — as they glared at Seem.

            Attempting to hide behind the growling somebody and discreetly sniffing them, I wrapped my arms around their torso, settling my face on his neck.

"Ohoa!"

Irked by the use of Ohoa instead of Menjivar, I reluctantly tore my face away from the figure's neck.