All I've ever wanted to be was Human

Chapter 1

Dust came to settle gently among the gravel as worn tires came to a stop outside a run-down motel. The door of the blue Ford F-100 swung open with a whining creek, shouting its protect to uninterested ears. Boots made contact with the ground with a crunch and a shriek of small shards of a broken bottle. The door was slung back into place with a slam that sent an echo bouncing off the far off canyons in the distance.

The night air was stale and smelled of old mattress and a hint of moth ball. Bugs whizzed around the motel lights, seeming to be unaware of the uncharacteristically silent expression of the Texas night.

The girl let out an audible and exaggerated sigh, crunching towards a door that read "7a" in old rusty gold letters. A click of the locked knob later and the door opened and in disappeared the girl.

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The girl dropped onto the full sized bed with a groan, stretching out like a cat would with her fingers extended and her toes pointed towards the opposite wall. Her eyes drooped slowly as she lied there and filled with a hazed screen of exhaustion, her limbs becoming slack...

"Afriel!" came a voice from the doorway to my right. My gaze shifted from the blocks that I clutched in both of my small, chubby hands to the face of a short man with golden meadow hair and dried sunflower amber eyes. My eyes were as bright as spotlights as he walked towards me and I reached my arms up to him. He laughed softly under his breath and lifted me into the air. My voice rang out with laughter as I reached with short arms down towards the familiar man's face, wiggling and squirming in his loose hold.

Suddenly, the hands around my middle became too loose and I began to plummet towards the hand wood floor. Glass shattered with the force of my scream, rattling the small living room to its core as it tried to bare the sheer power of my shriek.

Just as I was about to smash into a seemingly unavoidable demise, strong arms scooped me up just as quickly as they had fallen away. My little hands quickly clutched for dear life into the man's soft tan shirt, my entire being shaking down to my very soul and maybe even deeper.

After a moment, the man spoke again, his voice slightly trembling but comfortingly soft all the same. "I'm sorry, kiddo, I didn't mean to scare you so bed. I'm sorry I dropped you" he whispered gently, his hand softly running over my back with a warmth that challenged a relaxing flame on a winter night. His hand then slowly reached up and wiped my cheeks softly with the pad of his thumb and banished my small tears.

He then looked up and around us, an amused grin lifting his features. The glass windows, china cabinet, light bulbs and picture fames were all shattered to pieces and lying in a mixed heap on the carpet around us.

"You've got a big set of lungs, kid" he laughed before snapping his fingers. With the snap, the galls flashed back into its rightful place instantaneously.

My gaze slid up to his face, staring blankly up at him as I rested my head softly on his shoulder with a gentle sigh. His lips began to move but no voice or sound leaked from his them.

A soft thud came from nowhere in particular and then it came again but louder and then louder still until it was like gunshots going off in my ears. Again, again and again...

Green eyes snapped open quickly and the girl was on her feet as quick as they could take her. Thud after thud continued to assault her ears, coming from the motel door in a slow succession. The girl slowly tip-toed towards her bag which was in a tan heap on the floor on the other side of the bed, unzipping it as quickly as possible and pulling out a silver handgun with haste.

A sickeningly silent moment went by before the door was blown from its hinges, taking sharps and splinters of the opposite wall with it to the floor. The girl's eyes narrowed slowly as her hands tightened on the gun, her body completely still and poised to attack at any given moment.

In bounced the waitress from the diner, her hairspray frozen hair slightly in disarray and her diner uniform stained with what looked like barbecue sauce. She glowered over at the girl with a disgusted snarl, her beady eyes locked onto the girl with a soft chuckle coming from her fat lips. "What a brave little expression, I'm almost tempted to compliment you" she grinned, her eyes narrowed into slits.

The girl glared hard over at the waitress, her gun being forgotten as it fell to the carpet. She quickly reached into her jack and pulled out a shimmering silver blade, clutching it firmly in her right hand.

The waitress grinned at her then, letting out a gently laugh as she watched her. "There's not really any use to resist, you're going to be killed either by myself or someone else in due time" she told her with a slight step forward, her hand opening up and receiving a similar blade from inside her sleeve.

The waitress lunged towards the girl then, her arm outstretched with the blade aimed for the left side of the girl's chest. Green eyes narrowed before the girl quickly dodged the attack, side stepping quickly to the right. She quickly reached out and grabbed the waitress's wrist, flicking her wrist and flipping the waitress into the air and onto the floor with a thud.

The waitress glared up at her with the wrath of a thousand suns before throwing the girl off and getting to her feet in a flash. An elbow came in contact with the girl's nose and a shriek followed. The glass windows erupting at the immense frequency of the sound.

The girl stumbled back into the wall, blood trickling from her nose and fighting through her fingers that were clutched around it to get to the carpet as if it were racing all the other droplets of blood to the old grey carpet.

Cold pain erupted from the girl's abdomen as the waitress thrusted her blade into the girl's stomach. Small tears of agony began to gather in the corners of her unusual eyes as she was shoved against the wall against her back, a gasp escaping her lips.

The waitress grinned slowly down at her, a hand now on the girl's shoulder with a crushing grip. "Do you know how much trouble you've caused?" her voice came low in the girl's face, almost sounding sympathetic, almost. "15 of my brothers and sisters you've killed, 15 of them. Your whole existence is disgusting, an abomination, an ugly-"

The waitress was cut off when a choked gasp clawed up her throat, her eyes wide as she quickly looked down. The girl's blade was lodged to the hilt through her chest, dripping profusely with dark crimson blood.

"Stop talking" hissed the girl before she twisted the blade with a chilling wet screech of the waitress's insides. The waitress shrieked and blue light exploded from her eyes and mouth, as well as her stab wound.

The girl stumbled forward as the waitress fell backwards, landing in a heap of blood and singed carpet and comforter. The girl let out a cough, blood spraying every which way before she slowly grabbed hold of the silver blade that remained lodged in her stomach. A gruesome slick sound filled the partly destroyed room and a clank signaled the introduction of the blade to the floor.

Footsteps coming closer at a running speed pricked the girl's ears and her eyes slowly slid to the sight of two men in the doorway. A weak cough leaked from her blood stained lips before the world's lights were slowly turned out, leaving her in inky blackness...