Never in his world had Charlie been so feared. He exploded at seeing this, his confusion too much for him to contain. The children stepped back before his ever-attacking self, leaving the dead boy alone on the road. But now Charlie could see him properly, see that he was glowing. All he children were, as if on fire. But Charlie could see things in the fire. A small girl with wire clasped onto her teeth was on fire with a flame-engulfed picture of a man, holding a large needle to her small mouth. In another Charlie saw a Smoky figure, creeing up on a small, terrified looking boy. The man was engraved in fire.
This was all he saw, the flames, lapping at him and the others, until suddenly the world was gone and black.
And soon, he woke up in the golden room. The girl was standing over him. He had never seen her before. Yet she was obviously someone he knew...somewhere in his mind. Her hair curled around his shoulders.
"Charlie Thomas" she whispered. 'Welome to Alibi. The girl stood back, reavealing the world of white. White floors, White walls, White drapes. the only other colors were accents of light browns and golds that glinted off the creamy white.
Charlie jolted ant sat up immediatly. He felt hazy from the shade overlapping itself in his brain.
"I'm December" said the girl, pushing her hair back off her shoulders. Charlie waited for this girl, December, to say more. "Oh." she groaned. "I forgot. sorry. Death"
"What?" he screeched. 'You're telling me that I'm dead?" His head was spinning now. Dead? After all that had happened? After he had been outside once? It seemed like an hour before December spoke again.
"Of course not" she said. Relief was a tsunami then. "Why did you say that then?"
"You don't know?" God, Felix, he doesen't know!" She was addressing a boy Charlie noticed only now, one with high cheekbones and a smile tricked upwards.
"You should have told him that he was dead then" said Felix, grinning openly and mischeviously now. "I'll get Alarie" and with that, he hurried off."
For the like, two people reading this, i thought you might like to know that this is a VERY early edit of a story I am actually writing and will send into publishing.
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Strength From a Weakness
FantasyFor those who remember, this was once Charlie. Charlie Thomas lives as normal a life a boy could with his mother, his father, and noone else. Charlie Lives without seeing the sun, hating but loving his parents for it. After numerous escape plans fa...
