The Life Of A Freak

Chapter 10

I didn't sleep, nothing new There, but it was different this time. It wasn't just because I'm a total insomniac it's because I was worried. Just like that time six years ago, I can't sleep cause I'm worried.

Not only do I feel sick to my core, but I feel an ominous heavy presence hanging over my shoulders that I know can not be good.

It makes me feel like I'm being watched, like some inhuman thing is always right behind me, maybe it is my demons.

The guilt of leaving home, the stress of my dream, and the anxiety I feel for Darren's situation right now.

Maybe it's just my imagination and I'm just going insane and that I need to be locked up just like the Wolf-Man back at he Cirque.

When night finally came back around I went straight to the Hall of Princes where they were trying to decide Darren's punishment.

I sat next to Vanez and Seba while Gavner, Kurda, Mr. Crepsley, and Arra were on the platform trying to convince the Princes not to kill Darren.

"He could have beat the boars, just give him another shot at it." Kurda says.

"He is a strong boy, he could have pulled through last second." Larten says.

"Maybe so, but laws were still broken. And we can not punish the Little Person in fear of Desmond Tiny." Arrow says.

I zone out. What if I took Darren's place? I mean, I'm just a useless human, right? I have no place in this world. I have no worth in this clan, or even at the Cirque.

When I come back to reality Gavner and Kurda are gone from the platform.

"Please spare his life, he is only a child." Arra says, surprising me and probably a lot more vampires.

"Don't send him to the Hall of Death. At least give him a noble death." Larten says.

"Laws are laws, we can not break them." Mika Ver Leth says.

"We can not excuse him just because he failed his trial." Paris says, feeling sorry for the bald vampire.

"What happened?" I ask.

"You mean you weren't paying attention?" Vanez asks.

"No I sort of zoned out." I say.

"Well, Kurda went to check on Darren, Gavner soon followed." Seba explains.

"Oh anything else?"

"No, Larten and Arra are getting no where, I am afraid Darren is a goner." Vanez says.

I look at the platform.

Noticing the blonde figure walking onto the platform, I instantly grow wary. He looked...traumatized, sad and depressed. He looks like he just witnessed someone die.

The blonde vampire being Kurda of course. He didn't kill Gavner...did he? No...he wouldn't. Kurda is a nice, considerate, and sweet man that would never even dream about harming a friend.

When the decision was made to execute the boy I ran out and over To Darren, Harkat, and I's cell.

The way there was grueling, my mind playing mean and cruel tricks on me, making me believe in the impossible. Maybe this was all a dream and I'll wake up any second now! No... The pain I felt from the Hall of Fire was very much real.

Speaking of the pain from that incident, there is now a red blotch that is very easy to spot on my left forearm. That's all the real proof I need to know I'm not dreaming this up.

Maybe this is all a really bad test made by the older vampires to see how strong we all are. No...they may be crazy, but not like that.

When I arrived at the cell I hyped myself up to see the bald vampire laying in his hammock either a sleep or chewing his nails worried and scared to death, or maybe he will be pacing around the room exhausted already about to pass out after walking for hours.