The Fall Of Hamoodism

Chapter l / Thee Chateau

"Hamood? Hamood?" Echoed from the corridor.

It's that dumb bitch boy Hamood again I whispered to myself..

Right after I said that complete silence entered the hallway.

Then I heard it once more "Hamood" but this time the sound came from behind me.

I turn around to see Hamood standing right there, looking at me from the depths of the hallway with his dark and oddly unemotional eyes.

Out of fear I sprint towards him with my knife and with great accuracy, I shank him.

His reaction was apoplectic. He had such anger and fear in his eyes.

He fell to the ground calling out "Hamood? Hamood?" waiting for someone to respond to him, but I was the only one there.

I stared at the floor with regret and the knife slid out of my hand hitting the floor.

What have I done? I ask myself. He is just a lil man with lil hands he didn't deserve this.

I fall to my knees and hug and hold him in my arms.

"I'm sorry Hamood" I say with tears rushing down my face.

I close my eyes wishing for him to come back to life.

Then I hear footsteps behind me, I open my eyes to realize Hamood had vanished from my hands.

I turn around as fast as I could, but before I could get a single word out Hamood pistol whips me.

I wake up minutes or even hours later to see him struggling to drag me down the stairs.

I struggle to get out of the ropes he tied me up with, he slaps me across the face then pushes me down the stairs and slams the door.

I scream for help but no one answers, and all I hear outside the door is him singing..

"Hamood? Hamood?

Hamood Habibi Hamood Hamood Habibi
Hamood Habibi Hamood Hamood Habibi

Hamood? Hamood?

Gongenenoma! Gongenenoma! Gongenenoma!

Ya ahmadi Ya ahmadi"

While he continued to sing his song.
I walked up the stairs slowly, and peak through the little hole that was in the door.

I could see him jumping around on the creaky floors, clapping his tiny hands.

I could hear his singing echoing off the walls. I tried to open the door but of course he locked it.

I didn't even know he could reach the locks. I walked back down the stairs slipping and hitting a shelf.

Every book on it fell on top of me. After awhile I got up and saw what looks to be light.

I found a window right behind the shelf. I heard Hamoods footsteps coming closer. He knows something fell.

I rushed to put the shelf and books back in place so he wouldn't know I found an escape.

He unlocked the door and walks down the stairs with a pistol strapped to his side, and the knife I shanked him with in his hand.

He looked at me confused and said "Hamood??" I knew he was asking about what fell, I told him the sound came from outside.

He looked at me putting his hand on his pistol, and went back upstairs, and locked the door.