Albino Child

Seventeen

I smirked as I stood up abruptly and upon Doll's airy wave, she gestured for me to leave as I was dressed appropriately- there was a sense of inner satisfaction at my coordinated clothing, I appreciated how they were professionally tailored, I did have a frail skeletal frame and regular shirts draped over my structure ill-fittingly, they pitifully draped along my arms, they were significantly too short for my wrists and they shook and rippled around like industrial, mass-made bedsheets, the buttons upon them were also rather unsatisfactory, with my haute tastes, I preferred them to have meaning, usefulness and always class, mother-of-pearl or abalone shirt buttons were prized for their sleek satin finish- as I strolled proudly out of the room, I could feel the crisp material and the cleanliness within my skin- the disgusting dirt and pollution within my pores were removed thanks to the skilful work of Doll; striding to my office, I took more attention to the paintings and pictures that were carefully hung upon the magnolia white walls, they were old, most of them maps from imaginary places and from ancient communities that had died out after much pressure from modern society to conform to the norm, they showed images of monsters that would have creeped into the nightmares of children, they were embellished with a mere plain sepia or burnt umber frame with a thin lining of tarnished silver or old scratched brass, I found the frames with over-the-top floral designs painted with plated gold too dramatic and took away from the subject, they were a foul distraction for the main act. I grazed my hand upon the base of the glass sheet protecting the images from the deadly enemy that dust makes, I gave a grin that rivalled a Glasgow-smile victim, my mouth was stretched, they wrapped around my scalp, my thin twisted lips unfurled to reveal an impish tongue resting in between ozone-white lower canines, they were sharp due to many years of the facility- editing to my body gave me some interesting features that differentiated me from others, the normals- the additions and removals gave a few extra traits but they were not completely blatant for everyone to see, they were relatively hidden for otherwise I would probably be taken by the law or social services to get complementary surgery or stolen away into a correctional facility in which they would be able to do absolutely nothing.

I reached for the tawny cider wooden door and twisted open the cool gold-toned handle, it was a spherical form without any form or blemishes- without scratches or fingerprints, it appeared to be contemporary and stylish, a décor that is preferred over the frugal and childish laver of gold embellishments and masses of Japanese jades jammed into the jutting structures that dangled loosely off the walls, I found them to be tacky and crude, a more understated beauty was much preferred as I found that over-sized mongrel-made featured to be highly unattractive and deeply unpleasant- once opening the door, I pushed it open gently with my slipper-covered feet to reveal a relatively tidy study; spinning the chair one-hundred-and-eighty degrees, I playfully leapt onto the plush leather seat, the cushions were comfy and cool- leather that was nothing other than full-grain deerskin leather, top of the market, it was supple and silken for the animal's hide was far thinner and less rough than the typical calf-made leather, this made it far more expensive however, much more desirable, especially since it was made solely from the fatuous underside of the animal- I began to shuffle towards my malt-toned desk, the neutral brown shade unobtrusive was a much appreciated choice for it helped me not get overly distracted when it came to deep thought.

"What will attract him, what is the optimal choice," I began in a wispy waver, "What will sweep him off his feet and distract him while I blackmail him and force him to submit to my commands- he needed to be taken hostage first, but what if he was removed from the equation first? Then I would not need to do my job and the God would be prohibited, but what was the likelihood I could actually pull that off... I never had the skill of eradication, that was his style, he would have executed this plan perfectly, if only I could be him for a while, or had that skill too."

Doll came into the room without knocking, she held a sea-shell pink ceramic cup- the bleeding colour from the cocoa powder dusting the Epipelagic zone of the drink- I could hear the sweet high notes of viscous caramel and the rich aroma of hazelnuts swarm the entirety of the room, the syrups that had melted smoothly and blended into lukewarm milk- I smiled softly, masking the eagerness and appetite with a thin-lipped and stretched face, Doll set the steaming frothy drink onto the desk and pivoted on the ball of her foot and with a pinched poker-face, I clasped the mug with both of my hands, grasping it with enthusiastic nimble hands, I sipped and lapped the creamy foam that adorned the top layer, hiding the depths and darkness of the mildly chocolatey deep layers. I sipped the sweet concoction as I gazed into the pale depths of the dusty rose sky, the subtle daffodil yellows blending smoothly into the crease of taupe clouds, they were like lightly toasted marshmallows, gently melting over and dripping onto the dandelion dappled base of the sky, I saw the upturned cumulus clouds roll over like legless lambs, the taupe line of aerated dust billowed out into cirrus pieces and though the windows between the clouds there was worm-pink slithers that parted to reveal taffy tones that graduated into opal shades to meet the deep top of the warm sky, I simply adored the complex gulf of the watery and malleable sky, it was like Nature's canvas, one that God would never be able to touch- for while he was chained into the body of a mere human, he would never be able to complete the removal of such generous beauty.

"I will need the help of him, I can use him to achieve her first, she will always succumb to his blunt words- she has and even now does not trust me with anything, for she knows that I can and will bend what she says to create a distorted version of her, there was no need to rely on me anyway, sure I was the best of them but she was no better when it came to manipulation and using others. She was an unintentional destroyer, she was one that gave everyone her weight and told everyone everything without an ounce of listening, she said harsh and unnecessarily negative insults in moments of dire need and never turned to even think or care about others. She was an unpleasant person, she was one of the reasons people lost faith, she thought and still thinks that she is so much better that everyone else and that no-one is as complex as her, but that is not true, she does not have a power or advantage that the rest of us do not have," I curled my bottom lip unintentionally as I thought of her, she was the worst of the worst, "She was the reason She ran off the edge- she broke Narcissism's much needed confidence, her self-esteem was fragile and she broke the glass bauble containing her private feelings, she ridiculed them and burnt them. And never thought twice of her crime. She deserved to pay."

I slammed the mug down onto my desk, I had grown increasingly angry as I spoke out loud my thoughts, N, was a somewhat foolish jester-seeming person with a terrible sense of humour that kept everyone in check, she may not have been the most intelligent or caring of people but she did keep our group together, she listened, she had a future. She relied on her oozing confidence until it broke under her. I knew of her self-absorbed streak, she was not the type that hesitated a with a bit of cheating and background research, she did understand barriers and would not do things necessarily. To be honest, I preferred N over her. N was a much better outcome that the atrocity of Her.