THE NO-HOPER.

5.

Wailer at the top...

After a tiresome lesson of how to control my power, I called in sick and decided to sleep early for once.

"I was running in the rainy night with thunder calls soundings in the background. When I looked behind to see what I was running from, I immediately stopped with dumbfounded look. There was not a single soul with me on the wet street.

I forced my laboured breaths to calm and decided to walk in the direction I was headed. The moment I turned I saw a cloacked figure materialize out of no where.

It's hands made there way to its black hoodie and revealed a hideous face that would scare my memory".

I woke up panting like I had run a marathon. I looked across my room,  straight out my window to find that it was still dark outside but the rain had been pouring heavily.

I turned my gaze to the window on my left and what I saw had me thinking wailers needed to learn how to use their free time well.

I saw a boy of about twelve years with ash grey skin and ebony hair. He was nude so I could see his red markings just like Uncle described them.

He was too young to be a wailer.

His face was gorgeous but in place of his eyeballs was nothing but black glistening abyss.

He saw the expression I had conjured on my face when I looked into his eyes. The next thing I know, he contorted his face to a razor toothed monster, roared and got away from my window.

I sat there with my poker face on, not fazed at all over our short, perturbing meeting because it did not scare me one bit. I was used to hideous faces so what would make his any different.

As I swung my feet over my blanket and tried to get my feet to touch the ground, a dark figure pinned my petite one down, on the bed.

I struggled and tried to knee the loins, just in case it was a man. The moment I did, it moaned and I stilled my actions.

It found me pleasurable, it was definitely a man.

"You've decided to stop, love", it growled against my ear.

"Jordan?" I asked recognizing the voice. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Where's the devil's eye, demon?" he asked, his voice low and husky as he increased the pressure on my hands.

I did not have a single idea on what he was referring to so I head butted him on his forehead to have him step back just enough for me to ram my foot against his chest.
The action had him flying across my room and colliding painfully against the wall.

"I wouldn't tell you even if I knew".
That was when Uncle decided to be a hero and burst in, looking for the threat, but Jordan was long gone.

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How was it?

I just want to say that the chapters are short because I do not, repeat, do not, like things that are dragged out. I find it silly to lengthen a chapter just so it would have a thousand words of pure B.S

Okay, just about now, I agree Jordan needs to get a life.

I may delay on updating as I need to study for tests and other things. I'm terribly feeling sorry but I promise 'Rym to the end'. 😭😭😭

-zuleikha353