Late 2006, Age 10
His vision clashed horribly with waves of augmented pain flashing between intervals. He clawed blindly at his own face, tension soaring as he felt the stickiness on his palms and fingers. His face contorted with disgust as he smelled strong iron.
"Hey... um..."
Fear shot sharply into his brain as he recognized that voice. Within his only good eye left, he saw through the haze the red shirt and digital watch. Cursing the numbness that had overtaken his legs, he used his hands to drag himself backwards.
"Richie... Um... You're...gonna be okay,...right?"
The closer he got, the further he pulled himself away. He didn't want this cretin anywhere near him... not after what he'd just...
His scream is shrill as pure agony smashed through his left socket. He felt his eye roll despite its vision being long gone.
"Richie. C'mon... We can help..."
No... Liar... Liarliarliarliar... Go away. Go away. Leave me alone. Don't you even - !
"That's enough."
His ears perked at the new voice: one which he especially didn't know of. He held one hand over his ruined eye, stared hard through the other until the haze cleared. He noted there the sandy skirt, the graying cardigan sleeves, the chocolate-caramel hair, the black tote bag slung over a tiny shoulder.
"What the... Who are - "
"Don't just stand there. Go and call somebody."
Nothing but stutters, but she fixed that: "Do it! NOW!"
They ran away and back to the school front, the last one shuffling a little before following suit. The grass rustled as she went down on her knees in front of him. He felt her fingertips on his unstained cheek and thin cotton against his injured eye. His throat worked again as he struggled to give her a polite 'Thank you'. But then, she cut him off.
"A man with no head... Have you seen him?"
...He cocked a confused brow at that. A man with no head? Why would anyone want to know about someone like that? Besides, aren't they...uh... y'know... dead?
"...No...I've never seen one before... Why?"
".......I see... So, he isn't here."
"Huh?"
".....No. Never mind..."
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The Black Bag (Part 1 of 2)
ParanormalRichard Brammer is a run-of-the-mill 'normal' boy, living in a normal life with a single father. Despite his talents and intelligence, he has always been a social wallflower. There isn't a time when he didn't wish that he'd stay that way forever...
