Silhouettes

Chapter 8 - The Hour of Separation

Roxas let out a deep and shuddering breath as the sandy blonde uttered these words.

They knew his name!

They were Silhouettes.

The red head, Axel, snarled at the demons holding him back, “Let me go” he rasped. His gaze was still on Roxas and he struggled valiantly. “Leave me be!”

Roxas slowly sat up clutching his quilt watching the three black clad figures that stood on the end of his bed.

All he saw was their silhouettes against the moon light; he had forgotten to shut the blinds that night. At least he could fathom they were somewhat solid.

The heat intensified in his room and Roxas stared at the red head. His eyes were dark, hollow and seemingly endless.

They were dark holes, but Roxas was able to see the emotions swirling, welling and washing over in an endless turmoil of black. He could read the emotions, the depth, and anger but overall, there was the pain.

He was terrified, what the hell were they? They were living in his room, were they the ones terrifying him with the freaky shit?

He sucked in another breath and finally asked in a shaky voice, “W-What are you?”

He gained their full attention immediately and the young one smirked, he went misty and swooped to Roxas. He hovered right over Roxas’ face, suspended in the air. His face was smoky and Roxas was able to hear Axel hiss warningly, jerking against the other misty demon.

“I have already told you!”

He misted away, manifesting at the side of Roxas’ bed.

Roxas kept his eye on it wearily and finally the serious face dropped on the demon and a smile brightened the features. “Oh you don’t have to be scared of us; we have been protecting and watching you ever since you moved into this house.”

A frown permeated Roxas’ face, “Protecting me from what? You have fucking scaring the shit out of me!” He dropped the blankets, the warmth getting a little too much for his liking and glared at the three individuals.

He was still weary and scared but anger was quietly on the rise.

He snapped abruptly, “So are you like demons or something?”

The young one shook his head, hair falling in his face, “Nope”

“Are you Ghosts?”

“Wrong”

“Poltergeists?”

“No!”

The young black figure snickered and leant forward holding up his hand. “Go ahead, we’re solid.”

Roxas stared at the hand, it was white with the ashy tinge to it and he looked back up at the figure that smirked again and said, “I dare you.”

Biting the head of his fear, Roxas slowly lifted his hand, closer and closer. The tip of his fingers brushed the open palm of the young man, he was surprised to feel skin, and he was solid.

The figure chuckled, “We are Silhouettes, dead, but not quite dead.” Roxas dropped his hand and stared at the so-called Silhouettes, he felt the fear rise again. The red head Axel, snarled, he broke from the grip of the other Silhouette and rushed forward pushing the other one away.

“Back off” he snarled almost possessively, “Do that again Demyx and I will rip your head off.”

The air was tense again, fear was the dominant emotion again and Roxas quickly made a grab for his blankets. Axel whipped his head back to Roxas and the deep black holes that served as his eyes flashed a deep green.