Instinct

Chapter 12

I thought that the main character should at ;east have been sick once so it doesn't make him seem invinsible.

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My eyes flutter open and are greeted with a pair of large innocent light grey eyes,

"Thank god you're ok." Eden sighs in relief and swap the material on my dead with a damper and cooler one. My eyes never leave his worrying form as he towers over me and fumbles with all the supplies, lecturing me about my health and safety and how worried he was. In a way he's kind of like a mum I guess. My eyes bore into his back as I watch his figure leave, a familiar emptiness fills me up. But soon he returns with a steaming bowl, the smaller boy pulls out a creaky wooden chair he must've found when tidying up my room, and sits beside me.

"W-what are y-" I attempt to speak but my voice comes out dry and hoarse, a small smile slips on his worried face,

"This is what happens when you don't eat properly and when you don't dress for the right weather." He lectures even more and holds the small metal spoon to my mouth, "Here, have some soup. It'll warm you up." Eden blows slightly on the murky grey liquid to cool it down, reluctantly I open my mouth and drink the warm liquid.

"T-thanks." I cough and cover my mouth with my fist, he giggles slightly and positions me so that my back is more straight and that I probably won't choke slightly on the meal. Eden continues to feed me in silence and I continue to drink in silence. Damn I hate people helping me and making me look pitiful but... when he's looking after me... my legacy doesn't seem to matter so much. Eden rest the round bowl in his lap and looks at me warmly.

"I guess even the strongest person in the world can still get a fever." He giggles and I turn my head in attempt to hide the blush that is spreading on my pale face,

"As far as I'm aware I too am a mere weak human being that can get ill from the silliest of reasons like germs. But you should expect it more often, over here we don't have the hygiene you were brought up with. And I'm one of the ones with a high immune system compared to others." I mutter, and by others I meant my one and only mother. "Anyway why aren't you at school?" I cough slightly,

"Well I'm looking after you since I don't think that Brook or Hunter or Dylan will look after you without making you sicker than you already are. Therefore, Dylan went to school by himself to flirt with more girls. As far as I'm aware Brook's doing shooting practice outside, I'm not really sure what Hunter's doing though." Eden smiles, "but that doesn't matter just make sure you rest, I'm going to clean the house now. Call me if you need anything." The smaller male stands up and tucks the stool in the corner of the room. Dylan you flirty idiot, you can at least try to get information on Autumn rather than on a random chick's knickers.

I sigh and stare at the ceiling, this is why I hate being sick. I'm just lucky I didn't pass out outside. If I did I would be dead I would be lucky if they just stole my belongings and left my body. Being a God stuck in a petty human body can really suck. Hm my eyes shift to the piece of paper I was writing on yesterday, that settles it. I will use that paper to make further plans for the assassination. My smirk quickly turns into a frown when I realise Eden will be checking on me regularly... Damn if he's anything like mum I could lose my hearing...

"What did I tell you? Don't get out of bed, you're sick." A lady with flowing long black hair and pale skin scolded a smaller boy with the same features. That was my mother and I, just like today I was sick. The lady carried her son to their shared room and tucked him under the thin blankets. "Stay here, I'll be back soon just give me a sec to finish your soup." She smiled and ruffled the boy's hair, his cheek dusted a faint red as the lady walked away. The soup she made was the best. The door opened to reveal a scruffy taller man who also had black hair and pale skin. That was my uncle, if I remember he came home early that day.

"Where's the kid?" he grumbled, the lady slapped his shoulder playfully and gestured to the room her son was laying in. the two males smiled when their eyes met, "How comes you're not at work?" he laughed, the boy sneezed in response,

"I'm sick and mum won't let me." The boy pouted. I was really sad that day because I liked working with uncle and watching over al the weapons he sold.

"Let's sneak out then. I can't have my favourite helper stuck in bed." The man grinned with was happily returned by his nephew, when he said that hope practically filled me from head to toe.

I don't believe in hope anymore. It's just a silly concept that will lead to ruin.

"I'm your only helper." The boy muttered under his breath, "but that doesn't matter, take me outta this place, the grey walls and ceiling are so depressing." The boy frowned.

"I forgot you was colour-blind for a moment." The uncle sighed then snapped his head back up, "Let's hurry and escape the wrath of Akane- I mean your mum before we both lose our lives for trying to defy her." The two males shivered, mum was really scary. So scary that even my uncle was scared of her. The uncle removed the covers and picked up the skinny boy who coughed, the man ignored the boy's cough and fixed the bed. After he fixed the bed he turned towards the door with the boy still on his shoulder,

"Oh and where are you boys going." The sister of the man and the mother of the boy asked with a sickly sweet smile plastered on her pale face. Ah I get Goosebumps just thinking of mum smiling like that. Sweat glued the males' dark hair to their foreheads, their nervous smiles shook on their smooth pale faces as they both trembled in their ripped socks. Mum was so scary she even got her older brother to take off his shoes before coming in the house.

"O-oh you-you k-know.." the man stuttered, the lady looked down, her dark bangs covered half her face and only showed the creepy smile.

"Put my son back in bed. He needs to rest." Her voice void of any emotion what so ever,

"Akane, he wants to work. He wants you to have enough money. He wants to help support you. He's a good kid." The man tried to persuade his sister and held onto his nephew tighter,

"Dude I will get the frying pan and beat your sorry butt outta existence. He's sick and I want to look after him. As for my job it's not something I can lose. It's my choice whether I go to work or not." She looked up and smiled sadly, guilt filled her son so he tugged on his uncle's sleeve and nodded sadly.

"Alright kid, make sure you look after her. She's crazy but she's also an amazing person." The man mumbled and placed the boy back in bed. The man walked to his sister and ruffled her uncombed black locks, "Milady I'll be off to work now, make sure you and the runt stay safe and that you don't over work yourself. Remember I'm here and you can ask for money. But you being the stubborn person you are, I know you're not going to ask. You and the brat are the only family I have left; I don't want to lose you both. Please for the sake of the non-existent God, please both of you stay safe." The man slips on his dirty boots and leaves the house. Uncle was a good man, I'm glad I'm related to him. The lady shakes her head but the small smile never leaves her plump lips,

"That man." She looks at her son lovingly, "Stay here, the soup is almost finish." Just as the lady leaves her son calls her,

"MUM!" the boy and I call out, the lady walks back in with a smile,

"Yes dear?" she hums, a brave look crosses the boy's face and he grins

"I'll promise I'll protect you from all evil, even if it kills me. I love you!" The boy grins, the lady blushes and walks to her son and kisses his warm forehead,

"I love you more my little knight in shining armour." She hummed in her son's messy black hair.

I was the reason she died. In the end I broke my promise. I killed her. I didn't save her. It's all my fault. The person I loved the most died by my hands. I will never be able to forget the face she had when she died. I will never be able to forget the clothes she wore that was drenched with her red blood. The red she wore was the first time I experienced the sight of one colour. But with that colour came a terribly expensive price-my mother. Funny seeing as how her name meant deep red and she died like that. Caked in her 'deep' red blood.

Why is it that I see beauty in death, rather than life?