Corn Stalked 2: Converted (Children Of The Corn)

Chapter #17: Feelings

After making Annie's bed with a fresh set of sheets I prepared her a small bit of food. By this time I had already spent a bit longer of a time with her than I should have been. Not that I really cared, but after she ate, I told her that I had to go.

"Do you have to?" Annie wondered.

"Yes, I do. I can't allow Issac, Malachai or any of the others to get suspicious just yet. Don't worry, I'll be back." I assured.

"You promise?" Annie stammered.

"I promise. But until I get back, don't leave this house. I'm going to lock the doors downstairs for good measure, but if anyone that isn't me comes knocking, hide under the bed. And don't come back out until they're gone. Got it?" I instructed.

"Got it!" Annie nodded.

This made me smile and I pulled her into a short hug. Leaving down the stairs now, I made sure to lock the front door behind me before making my way back to Malachai's house.

I realized as I walked that this was my first real moment of alone time that I'd gotten all day. No one was on the streets, all of the kids had gone in for dinner. I was all by myself outside, free to be with my own thoughts.

So, I began to process all that had happened.

The day had been quite a roller coaster of events. I had finally learned how to fight and defend myself, I knew having these new skills would come in handy down the line. Quite soon...

But then....Annie and her parents. Her innocent parents....murdered, right in front of their sweet little girl. She had to watch them die, in this place that was a luxury. She knew exactly how her parents death happened, she would be able to use that picture to fuel her will to resist Issac and the Lord. But me, my mind could only come up with false images of how my own parents died. I would never know the looks on my parents faces, what they pleaded to the children or what they had said in response. All of it was lost to me.

As I thought back and forth between Annie's and my parent's deaths, I began to ponder something else. It was a stupid thing to wonder about, but I couldn't help it.

I wondered if my parents knew about the kids? Dropping me off here with my grandparents, I thought about if maybe grandma Joan and grandpa Tom had warned them about a satanic cult of evil children that lived in their cornfield that would most likely kill them. And if they didn't know, why didn't my grandparents tell them? My dad was their son, they couldn't have wanted him to die, but they knew the kids hated and killed adults, especially outsiders...Did they not say anything just because they had that deal with the children? Even that still shouldn't have been a reason to let them walk into their own deaths....

I ran a hand through my hair in frustration, not sure what to make of anything. This whole situation was a mess, none of it made sense.

Which was exactly why I had to get Annie out of here.

By this time I had come up to Malachai's house. Going in the front door, I found the first floor was empty. Malachai must've been upstairs.

I took my time on the old wooden steps and padded slowly down the hallway until I made it to the ginger's bedroom. There is where he sat on his bed, chin in his hand, looking puzzled. But he looked up when he saw me enter the room, his expression changed immediately, to a stern one.

    "You're back." He greeted flatly.

    "I am....Is Sapphira taken care of?" I responded.

Malachai stood up, not breaking the grid lock gaze he held with our eyes.

    "Yes. She's sleeping.....Why did you take so long with the little girl?" He interrogated.

My eyebrows raised slightly at his obvious annoyance. Blinking a few times, I collected myself.