Uncommon

III

They didn't have a chocolate milk party.

Ever laid on the couch in utter silence, staring up at the dark ceiling she couldn't see, only Ashton's snores being heard.

She couldn't fall asleep. The Styles' home was big and comforting, but there were a few problems that Ashton and Ever had completely forgotten about.

This house, like all the other houses on Dawn Street, lights shut off when the light boys shut down the city lights to preserve power. So at exactly 10:30, the Styles' home was suspended in darkness. Ashton had held Ever for the first little bit of their dark confinement, but had fallen asleep on the floor next to Harry as soon as Ever had stopped shaking.

A peaceful rain pattered outside, a blanket covered Ever's short and chubby body. Darkness surrounded her, and she could hear the growls.

The growls of the monsters, prowling for their prey like crocodiles.

The monsters didn't like the bony people, with no meat on their bones. They were nice to look at, Ever supposed, but they had no substance to them, only bones and tough muscles.

Ever wasn't fat. No one in society is. There isn't such thing as fat, just big-boned. Every human has their own special blue-print, designed specifically for them and no one else, and that makes some peoples genetic coding bigger boned than others. They aren't fat, or abnormal. They are who they are and that's what makes them, them. And what that person that person, was beautiful.

That's what Ever thought anyway.

The growls grew louder and Eve could practically hear the ground crunching under the monsters' feet. They passed the house after circling it thrice, in which Ever curled up into a tiny ball, holding her breath and biting back a fearful sob.

She had no idea what she would do when she grew older. She hated being alone, had to have someone around in the dark ( which she "wasn't scared"of.). Ever had plans to move out of her mothers house and buy an apartment, to start a business as either an antique sales woman or a mechanic with the ability to fix anything from toasters to doorbells to pipes. But how was she supposed to do that when she was like.. this? Scared of the things that go bump in the night, abused by her mother and tormented with nightmares no one could rescue her from?

Ever didn't know.

The growls proceeded and Ever's curled body trembled as a particular monster edged closer to the window on the wall adjacent to the sofa where Ever laid.

The monster retreated and Ever sucked in a deep breath of air, her rigid, tense body relaxing.

That was before the window shattered and a man launched himself through it, battling a monster with a butter knife.

Glass flew everywhere and Ever cowered into the sofa, watching the man ahead of her as he battled the monster. Ashton and Harry resumed sleeping, the stranger side-stepping their slumbering bodies, and looking Eve straight in the eye, despite her attempts to hide under the thin blanket.

A shard of glass lodged itself in Ever's palm, a waterfall of crimson blood oozing from the wound. She didn't look at it, or acknowledge it, with the battle that went on in front of her.

The man side-stepped a clean sweep of the monsters paw; spinning gracefully before bringing the seemingly useless utensil down between the creatures shoulder blades. The man looked like he had trained for the job as he twirled the utensil between his nimble fingers.

The thing about blunt objects, is that it causes more effective pain than that of something sharp. With enough strength and momentum, any blunt object can cut through anything that isn't a solid. Bread, cheese, plastic, or in this case, ugly furry skin.