Sweet Sweet Slumber: A Jeff the Killer love story

Chapter 1: Honeycomb 

*Crash* “God dammit!” I exclaimed. I had just slammed my front door and the gust of wind sent the little figurine of an angel to its untimely doom. The noise had made my little sisters, Xmucane and Casilda, aware that I was home. Xmucane was nine and Casilda was seven. The two of them rushed out of my mom’s bedroom and frowned at the sight of the broken glass figure. “Cruzi,” Casilda whined “That was my favorite toy! I loved it! You broke it! You weren’t careful! Why…” Her whining was scraping on my nerves! It took me a few seconds to realize she had stopped. Only a second after I realized this, she threw her little body at me, her arms wrapping tightly around my neck. They were joined by a second pair of arms. Xmucane was hugging me too. I then realized I must have looked really distraught. My eyes were puffy and red and my face was tear stained. I silently cursed myself for not fixing my face before I came in.

“Why are you crying Cruzi? What’s the matter?” asked Xmucane. I couldn’t tell them the truth. No, they were too young and they didn’t need that kind of stress. “Don’t worry kiddos. I just smashed my tail in my car door. It really hurt but I’m okay nothing to worry about.” I reassured them. Their grip on my neck loosened and they let go. They looked up at me with those big, cutsie eyes that only children have. Seeing as how I was in charge, I decided that I best start taking care of their needs. “You guys hungry?” I asked and they both nodded. I offered them a big smile and said “Well how about I make some smothered burritos?” They squealed and ran to the kitchen to watch me cook and watch My Little Pony at the same time. Any problems I might have had melted away, at least for now.

It was summer vacation and it seemed like everybody in my family had somewhere to be, except me of course. My mom and my step dad were in Juarez visiting family and helping in the remodeling of their house. They were to be gone for three and a half weeks. My dad was off in Santa Fe with his friend Marilyn, also gone for three and a half weeks. On top of that, my older sister, Carmen, was spending the night with her girlfriend. It was just my little sisters and me…Or so I thought it would be.

When they were finished I sat and watched a few episodes of My Little Pony with them. The fact that I introduced to them a children’s show amused me. My favorite character was Pinkie Pie and on occasion, I would pretend to be her for the entertainment of my little sisters. After a two episodes though, I decided to go outside and think. I’ve noticed that no matter how hard a person tries, problems have a way of coming back to bug you if you don’t address them. I got off the couch and headed for the front door. “If you guys need anything just yell! I’ll come running!” I shouted to my little sisters before heading out the door, making sure to shut it gentler this time.

The evening air felt cool and smelled sweet. A gentle breeze was blowing and it pushed the black curls away from my face. I took in the scenery. The blue peaks of the Sandia Mountains against a fading orange light looked beautiful. A storm was coming in though. The thought of that made me giddy. It hardly ever rained, so when it did, it was like getting candy on a horrible day! I lay on the pavement and looked up at the fluffy white clouds. They were beautiful, like vanilla cotton candy! I decided to fly up in the clouds and do my thinking there.

I was one of those few people who was part animal. What did people call us? Oh right, furries. My furry gene was not as strong as some other furries I have seen, who have fur all over their bodies. I have the ears of a cat and the tail to match, both of which are a cyan color.  I thought the color complemented my pale skin. My skin color is like the Disney Princess Snow White. My eyes are an ocean blue and I also have unusually long canines and claw-like nails.  My friend, Skye, is part wolf. The thing that set me apart from the other furries though, was a small pair of transparent, aqua colored wings. They aren’t very big so they don’t get in my way but they are very strong so they can lift off with quite a bit of weight. My little sisters would ask me to take them flying at times. As for where my furry genes came from, nobody knew.