PARADISE: WRATH OF CHILDREN [COMPLETED]

CHAPTER EIGHT

TWO YEARS LATER

MIDGET’S CHAMBERS

The sound of the scrubbing brush on the floor filled the whole dark endless hallway. A big pale bony hand with bruises dumped the big old scrubbing brush inside the steel bucket as misty breaths escaped his dry crack lips. He moved his hand up wiping his sweaty forehead with his inner elbow. 

He then got on his feet and stoop to pick the bucket, moving up the dark hallway which seemed not to end. The weight chains on his ankles rattling none stop.  He stopped and turned to face his left.  His dark eyes lurking from the messy, long hair hanging over his face.

“I need fresh water,” he said moving forward the bucket on his hand towards the shadows. “The water I have is too dirty to be set on any floor.”

A men ape creature (AKA Apex) moved out from the shadows, growling before violently snatching the bucket from his hands.  He moved his hands away, indicating he was not resisting. It gave him an unpleasant look before sniffing, then walked away into the dark.

The loud banging sound caught his ear. He slowly turned behind him and watched the endless darkness behind him. Cold breeze, blew past him. Curiosity pilling up like always.

He suddenly sensed the presence of the Apex, quickly he turned to face the huge creature before him. It violently tossed the steel bucket before his big feet before growling, “And don’t waste that bucket of water, useless child,”

It then walked back into the shadows. “Will try,” he mumbled, getting back on his knees scrubbing the floor stained with with trails of dry blood.

His big hands tightened on the scrubbing brush, his forehead dripping sweat. He had been scrubbing these floors for hours now. The thick dry bloodstains harder to remove. He finally stopped scrubbing the floors, that were now spotless.

He got up and walked up the dark endless hallway wiping his sweaty face with his sweaty, greasy loose and used to be white shirt sleeve. The presence of Apex suddenly caught his attention. He moved his head up. “I don’t need any water yet,”

It growled, “Come,”

He followed the creature up the dark passage not questioning it. It led him towards a familiar room. An oil lamp shone above the Midget which was digging its disgusting hands inside a fresh killed corpse of a woman. Her dim dark eyes stared straight at Paul, almost through his soul.

Paul’s forehead frowned, even after two years he still couldn’t get used to corpses. “Go on now,” the Midget said as the Apex walked out shutting the door behind.

“Children,” the Midget said turning to face Paul.

Its mouth was stained with blood as it took a bite on the kidney on its hand before tossing it onto the floor. The few birds flew for it, screeching and fighting over it. “I want you to read me something.”

“Another map?” Paul asked.

“No, today different,”

It moved down the stoep it was standing on, heading for the shelve with a number of glass jars with human and other creature’s organs. It pulled out an unfolded piece of paper, beside one jars with eyeballs. “Here,” reaching it towards Paul.

Paul placed down the bucket and moved towards the Midget. He looked down on the Midget’s bloody hand, before taking the piece of paper with a few blood stains. He carefully unfolded it. Realizing it was written in ink. He opened his mouth.

“Fellow Star Midget, once again I write to you, in hopes of restrengthening our relationship and hope to meet with you once again, to discuss your position in my chambers.

Yours Robert Avecon”

Paul moved away the piece of paper from his face after he read the last sentence.

 “Is that all?” the Midget asked.

“Yes, it is,” Paul answered.

“Stupid men,” the Midget cursed, walking away from Paul. “Always thinking other creatures belong to them, how foolish is that.”

“The land was of course made for them,” Paul sought courage to speak.

“So was it for creatures!” the Midget barked, picking one jars with a lower jaw, from the shelve and smashed it against the wall just behind Paul.

Paul body stiffened, realizing he had said more than he was supposed to. “I want you to accept Robert’s proposal, tell him we meet three nights from now, here in my chambers in the woods of Claymore alone,”

“I…I will need ink to write what you’ve ask of me,”

The Midget turned to face him, its yellow predator eye haunting him.

It then turned away walking towards its right where it pulled out its trumpet from it coat. The sight of the trumpet was enough to take Paul back to two years ago. The night he and his sister had been captured by the Midget and his Apexes.

He had woken up from his nightmare before chasing his sister down the woods, where a trap had been laid for both him and his sister.

Midget blew a short tune which caused a ladder to move out the ceiling, pulling Paul back to the presence.  Paul’s eyes widened not believing his eyes. “Follow me,” climbing up the ladder. Paul nodded, following the Midget up the ladder.