Albino Child

Twenty Three

My face contorted into a flummoxed frown as my eyebrows furrowed to indicate immense misunderstanding, "What do you mean, please repeat what you said again, I do not think I quite caught what you said."

"It is exactly as you heard, I will take you to S but on one condition, you will not force me into anything after that as repayment for what happened to S." she replied curt and dryly, I could sense that she knew she had the upper hand in this situation and was ready to abuse that position to grant herself the best possible outcome without upsetting me.

"Fine." I blurted out coldly, without much thought into sounding professional, I felt that my behaviour emphasised my inferior standing.

She smirked smugly as she stood up and brushed off the crumbs in which she made due to her messy eating of the ginger-snap biscuits, there was a glint of mischief and confidence as she snootily went out of the room, towards the entrance; I hastily followed her and reached for my typical black overgarment as she zipped up the silver teeth of her dull smoke-coloured combat boots, slipping on my shoes as well we made our way out. Doll shrunk into the shadowed depths of the home as we walked out onto the front-garden, the mossy green surface dappled with gentle pale daisies and lines with hyacinths in a myriad of vibrant magentas, deep violets and soft rose-quartz shades, I tilted my head to indicate confusion as to why she refused to go out of the house; tenderly placing a foot upon the cobbled pathway leading outwards, she shook her head and retreated, I decided to let her be and resume following P who had raced down the road and was frantically waving at me to hurry up. I would most likely question her later, when I returned home but for not meeting S was of higher priority. As I did so, I was quick to notice that I had forgotten my 'gift' for S, as I did so, I pivoted backwards to go retrieve the item only to notice that the clown was there right behind me; he was unusually and uncomfortably close so I took a step back, he then opened his large gloved palms to reveal the flaccid body of Socio, I snatched it and shoved it into my inner pocket as I was reluctantly embraced by the overheated greasy body of the clown, I refrained from inhaling as I was sure that the talc that slathered his dry limbs would suffocate me and cause asthmatic attacks. He finally let go of me and I sprinted as fast as my pathetic legs could go to attempt to catch up with P, she was not actually that fast a walker but she did have a significant head start which was somewhat unfair.

"Hurry up you small child," she teased lightly, there was a small smile in what she said as she skipped away towards our destination.

"I'm running okay, shut up," I let out in short bursts in between pants of breath, my quadriceps and hamstrings burning under the corrosive touch of lactic acid lacing the lean protein structures, "Stop, I cannot keep up."

"Sure," she said in false irritation, there was a heavy sensation of sarcasm dripping off what she said like venom, I kept needing to remind me about the fact that she was not N.

N was playful, dramatic and was a person whose actions were often silently questioned, P on the other hand was a more serious person with a heart full of aching emotion, crossing P's morals and ethics would be carnage so ensuring that I retained a false sense of humanity was essential to not annoy her; I sighed in frustration, I had caught up to P thankfully and we strolled at a monotonous, methodical pace, but I could not get over the differences between the two females, even though P and N were both facing the same problem, N hid it all for a long time and kept it covered permanently with an amiable smile and a comical attitude to life while P displayed it in a significantly more obvious sense, it made me question whether P had any form of secrecy. N was full of hidden back routes and surprises, nearly everything she performed and spilled out of her mouth was absolute nonsense and held no meaning but she was interesting - a fluid personality that adapted and changed frequently - P instead was the same and I essentially knew everything in the rough format, I could tell what her hobbies were, how her mind worked and how her connections with other people were held; I could understand even from a distance how the mechanics of her mind clicked and rolled. After sifting through the differences, I finally sighed in peace after I could reach the conclusion of how they were so different.

"You look troubled, what it up with you?" P asked curiously.

"Well, nothing really," I mumbled coldly, "What do you know about S?"

"Good question," she began beaming brightly, her smile soon faded as she took on a more distant and grave face, her voice softly began, "S was in my group back then, you see. While I did not know much about them, I was well aware of S's ability and ruthless nature but they did not become close and friendly with any of the group; sure S was loud, similar to the way N was, but S was more harsh and less playful. More violent and less impulsive."

"I see, you were not in my group but S was, okay-,"

"Wait, you don't remember your own group?"

"Not really, can you remind me? I dislike recalling everything about that time because it reminds me of that day." I replied with a wavering trickle, my voice was as shaky as my nervous clammy hands, I noticed that my hands had become mottled and patchy as the cool breeze blew down the street we walked down.

"Well then," she began systematically, "You were not in my group, you were in the other group, not the parallel one but the one of more intense training, it looked like that anyway. My group was full of the childish type, we were allowed to mingle with one another and retain our belongings but I remember seeing your group being forced into more extreme experimentation; your group was had BD, B and some others but they were the two I can recall as of the moment, BD did terribly in your group and failed on of the auxiliary testing and was moved to a different standing immediately, they were deported from our block I think. I never saw him again but B was with your group until that day. She was rather pretty until she gave me a toothy grin, that was disgusting, I can remember this vivid scene which involved me walking past one of your sessions and me waving at her as she looked my way, she then broke into a smile in which I saw her rotten damaged teeth, they were foul; there were blacked parts, gums that had bubbly off-white fluids oozing out of infected lumps and areas that lacked teeth all together. I remembered recoiling as she retreated into a hurt corner-"

"But, what about me? What can you remember?"

"Too much." She responded hollowly.