Unwanted Unexpected Story

Skeleton boy

(Heyo, take this song inspired moment.. fun fact, this was inspired from something that happend with me and my friend. enjoy!)

I see the girl I have come to know as Neoby walk up to him.

The floor is dirtridden, wires and bit of pieces are scattered about with curtains drawn around a big rickety chair that spun around the closer you got in the room that was carved out from the rest of the hectic underground Hell we currently reside in. Though , a lot of people called this depressing place home.

The tall girls footsteps are purposeful. At most times she never seemed tall.. Her demeanor was soft and small at times or perhaps that of a playful child. But now it seemed a touch wary as it brought her towards his hunched and brooding figure. His white skin glowing against the dimly lit room. Lyzander is the mans name.. The leader and a mysterious man.. Mysterious bits you will only see upon asking him a few serious questions he'd rather avoid.

The tension cracked with the rapid tip tap of his white fingers on the key board. He glanced up, chilling milky eyes staring at Neoby with a unreadable face. I wonder quietly what this conversation is holding, a bit to far to here the quiet voices That are going on currently in some sort of conversation.

Until I see him rise up, a faint smirk crossing over his features as the red glare of his computer screen cast a haunting glare over his form and ghostly pale face as he seemed to loom over the girl despite the size difference, "Oh.. Isn't it so funny that people believe in miracles still?" He cooed softly to the girl in-front of her, laughing as his eyes narrowed at her.

The girls eyes shot wide and she gave a gasp for breath, as if she was physically hurt. I watched her feet slide back and her long torso bow in shock and slight fear from his striking words, "Tease me all you want I don't mind.." Her voice quacked as her light filled eyes gazed up at him, giving a sweeping motion as she brought herself back up, I saw the water fill her eyes.

The lights flickered on and off behind Lyzander, his gaze still sadistic as he watched her a moment. His eyes closed quickly before opening, "What about the end of all this? The precious parchments you worship speak of it very clearly.. Whats the point of trying? Its all going to end." He turned, his clothes that were baggy on his stick ,skeleton like form billowed as he walked back towards his seat. The ground gave dust that flew in her face," The parchments you hold..Oh so very highly above everyone are just as corrupted as the redming." His voice held a condescending tone as he looked back over,his white eyes glinting with malice.

I am frozen in my spot. He knew more then me, he knew more then Neoby. He was smart deadly, dangerously smart and we both knew it.Unlike Neoby I knew to hold my tongue against this. I pleaded silently for him to show mercy to the innocent girl.. The foolish girl..

Neoby stared at him, her breath racing as she took a few step forward, before rapidly coming closer and grabbing his chair,leaning over him and glaring a bit, "If I'm so stupid.. If I am just THAT foolish if everything I ever say is idiotic to you why do you care?" Was her chilling voice as the moment seemed frozen. His taunt features remained motionless as he let his eyes drift away a second before meeting hers again, " I don't know.." He muttered in a inaudible tone.

"Why! Tell me why you care!" She demanded to the skeleton boy, the man crouched in the chair.

"I'll tell you why.. Because we're well made.. atoms and molecules programmed." He cooed in reply and stood up. He must not be able to see the flood gates about to open in her eyes as he took a step in front of the flickering crimson screen and crossed his arms,"We're just made, programmed, response, chemicals that decide what we do, a hardwired mind that decides things."

Was his chilled ,scoffing voice.

"Then why did you seem so upset the day that you hurt me?!"She exclaimed as she stood up straighter, fighting against the hurt to stand against the weight of his sadistic gaze crushing her.

"Computers have fail safes. Things to fall back on." He replied before sitting back in his chair.

I watched his condescending stance falter as he placed himself in his cage of his chair, "I am ending this conversation for the better." He replied shortly. Neither of us could see his gaze.

"Robot.." Mumbled the young girl as tears dripped from her face a bit. She leaned over to poke his shoulder. She spun his chair around.I remain shocked at the fact she wasn't running away to clean her face. She was choking back the tears as she kept trying, "Robot.."She said softly as she poked at him, "Please respond to me.." She mumbled as she crouched by the chair and stared up at him, "Let me make things right before I go?" She asked very softly, her voice shaking.

I find myself wrong at this moment.. She's hardly weak or foolish.. She was brave.. very brave.