King's huge frickin' book of randomness galore:The ultimate

F O R G O T T E N.....

Dead.

Bleeding.

Cast aside.

Abandoned.

Left to rot.

Unloved.

Unremembered.

There's plenty of terms you could use to describe us.

Afterall, no one remembers.

"Malikai.....I'm scared....."

"I know, Sister......We'll be alright....We gotta be."

The boy hugged his sister close, trying to dispel not only her pain, but his own as well. He had to be there for her. She couldn't be anymore. They had to have themselves.

"Okay, Mal....Okay..."

It had been so long since then.....So scared.....So lost......

But we weren't alone....Somehow, we weren't alone....We weren't the only ones.....

"Stop crying, will you? You're giving me a headache. I can't think with that rubbish filling my ears."

"W-who are you?"

"Well, I'm like you, that's for certain. No, I won't elaborate. Now, are you going to come along, or stand here and get sick?"

"A-alright....We're comin'.....We're comin'....."

 That was so long ago....All of it......Did....anything happen recently....?

"Agh....My head.....It....hurts.....Dammit...Just what happened exactly.....?"

"I can answer that question, if you'd like?"

"Who are-?"

"I'm like you. Get up or don't. I'm getting rather tired of repeating myself."

"Heh...you've got spirit to talk to me like that.....Okay.....I'll follow along.....Just tell me one thing..."

"Are you the only one of your kind? That's what you want to know, right?"

"....Yes."

"Living, no. To come back, yes. There are now exactly four of you in total."

"F-four....T-they...t-the infernal ones...."

"Indeed. I have no idea how you came back, but if you're anything like the survivors, I assume you've got that nasty little thing inside you, no? The "ms'ecc ct'uck dr'ai," you call it, yes?"

"You....you know the langauge of the kin?"

"Yes. Well, somewhat, anyhow. I wouldn't be able to communicate with you now if I didn't, would I? Was your noggin scrambled that greatly?"

"....Fair enough. Alright. You've sold me. I'll come. And you'll tell me more?"

"Aye, that I will. Just follow along, don't dally and all that."

We grew....and we grew.....

And no ones knows.....

No knows....

No one....

Ah....

Runnin' scarce on pages.......

I'll let Sally have the last line....

Right and proper thing to do as a brother, right?

By the way, we call ourselves the forgotten ones.

Last line's Sally's.

Farewell, ol' book. Hope someone finds it. Whoever's readin'.....

Howdy.