The Three

Chapter 5

Sobbing and desperate, Kym sat down on the cold grass in what used to be her lawn. She didn't even try to stop the tears. Of course she didn't. Night fell, and she was still sitting there. She had originally thought she was going to stay there and die there, but she decided that if she had survived the waters, the others would have, to. She slunk around the corner of a small pine tree and climbed into its highest branches. She then looked out over the moonlit area: sparkling in the silver light, almost as if... Kym froze. The moon... How long had she been in the drain? Long enough for her parents to die. That was one night. If the sun was setting again... would more things change? Would she become an adult? 

Kym slid down her branch and jumped from the tree. She noticed something odd immediately: the ground around her feet was strangely tinted a blue-gray color, and it was a bit blurry. She looked up and had to gag. Standing right in front of her was a little boy.

He had short, blond hair, bright blue eyes, and tan skin. Or at least, that was what his original appearance seemed to be. Now, his skin was mostly grey. His flesh was peeling in several spots. He had a huge gash on his forehead the was deep enough to see the bone through, and her wore a grotesque set of modern clothing: a army pattered hoodie and blue jeans. Then came the voice. it was disembodied, and seemed to float around the boy's head. His mouth didn't move, but his voice was saying: "Kym, Kym, Kym. Kym, Kym, Kym." Over and over again. Suddenly, without moving a muscle, Kym began to sob. Not just the heartbroken sobs that she had felt during the day, but sobs of horror, sobs of utter and pure terror. She also began to scream in loud, piercing gasps. Then she stopped. She looked at the creature with her wide, brown eyes and drew in a shaky breath. "If you want to kill me," She whispered. "do it now. My parents are dead. My brother is dead." The boy lifted his head suddenly. "Kym. Kym. Kym." Kym didn't understand what he meant. "Kym. Kym. Kym?"Suddenly, the boy's face became live again.

Kym stood in shock as the boy tried to form a sentence. The only thing he could make out was: "I am Kym. Kym's... Kym!" he screamed in frustration like a little boy having a tantrum. Kym could see why. He was trying to tell her something very important. "Wait." Kym whispered as the boy furrowed his brow and tried for another sentence. "Are you... Benjamin Dawford?" The boy screamed. He threw up his hands and looked at Kym. "Kym! Are you okay?" He rushed towards her and hugged her. Then he recoiled and retched in pain. "My head!"He hiccuped. Kym picked him up and carried him to the house that stood where her house used to. She didn't even bother to right the bell. "Help!" She screamed. About a minute later, the same woman answered the door. "Oh, my lord." She gasped. "Help us. Please." Kym croaked. The woman looked startled, but agreed. "I'm not sure if there is much I can do though, honey. I'm really sorry for your brother."