Never Meant for Us

Alice {❶}

I was only 9 when I had encountered one of them. A sylver.

I watched as his chest moved up and down with each breath. I had been walking down the streets. The streets were always full of flowers and people, though, never too much to cause it to be unpleasant.

I was getting groceries from the people's little markets until someone dressed in a uniform, one that a trusted solider shall wear, took me away.

I couldn't think, couldn't act, I froze and let it happen. If it wasn't for the sylver coming from what seemed to be no where and giving me the horrific sight of him ripping the man's head off, this would've been the end of my story.

What should I do now? Do I thank this creature? Do I cry back to father?

Before I could do anything, he quickly lashed around to face me.

He didn't seem to be too much older than I was. He slowly got closer and I let him. He might've been coated in blood but something inside me told me that he was okay. His eyes spoke to me, assuring me. "Alice... Is it?" He asked softly.

I was frightened to speak as the sound of his voice. His high, smooth, with a small rasp, of a voice had me a bit frightened.

Papa had always told me that I needed to get used to being known around town... But papa never told me if this sylver should know me.

I gave the sylver a nod as I observed his frame. He wasn't scarily tall like the others, he was rather quite average. His skin was smooth though he looked to not be out often. Except for his face and those hands... They were black. It didn't seem to be any sort of paint but rather, simply his skin.

Papa always tells me that people are people regardless of the outside but why does he keep these sylvers away?

Besides his odd hands and pale skin with a blue-ish tone, he doesn't seem to be a monster. He looks just like another kid my age. His teeth were a bit yellow but that was average to see with the folk around whom couldn't afford to take care of themselves.

"Listen, Alice, we're bound to meet again. I don't want you to panic but the world is coming to an end if this war continues. Please, allow me to be by your side. I know all about my kind and what they can really do." The sylver was panting, almost scared.

Why was he scared? He was one of the most feared in our town. He's been caught lurking around before, only doing pity crimes. That's when I almost broke into tears of nothing but pure fear.

The sylver before me suddenly turned into a boy. A boy I've seen before. A boy that I had a soft spot for. He kept his deep hair but his eyes had gone to those that I recognized. They were a soulless pit of black but they had gone to my best friend's soft hazel. His skin went to a tone that you'd see more often around, though his teeth remained the same.

"That man whom tried to capture you, he was no different than me. He was a sylver."

Those words rang through my head. He was a sylver. A sylver had roamed our town. My town. My father's safe place for all basophs. Now, our town is infiltrated with sylvers?

My eyes watered as my throat ached. "Alice, don't cry, please... You'll draw others."

I hadn't known who this boy in front of me was anymore. Is this my best friend? Is my best friend a sylver? Maybe this is all fake? Or perhaps a dream? What should I tell papa? Papa. I want papa.

My voice erupted before I could think. I shouted for papa with all my might. The sylver quickly disintegrated before me, leaving nothing but the dead sylver behind me and blood... Everywhere. Others began to hear my screams and shout for my fathers Royal guards.

That only made me cry and scream more. Who could I trust anymore? Who really was a basoph?