Seven and homeless
It started when she stole the locket. She stole it from the old poor man. She was only seven and homeless, she didn't know any better. People who don't know any better always seem to meet me quicker than people who do. But she never knew any better, and she never met me. Shes one of them now.
I'm sorry I'm spoiling the book. I wont introduce myself. You'll meet me soon.
I've seen her twice in person. Only twice. But i know her story. I know everyones story.
But I'm going to focus on only her story for now.
The first time i saw her she was seven and homeless. She was following her drunk mother like a dog. She was holding her most prized possession in her mouth.
her words.
She always had a way with words. Everyone would always do what she says as if the were under her control. As if they were possessed. With only one word she could have anyone in her possession. Even me.
But not him. He was one of the peculiar who were immune to words. He didn't have any words either. They never had words. They had power.
She saw the locket and she wanted it. He knew that she wanted it. That's why she chose her. All because of a simple want.
So she went up to him with a sweet smile. Innocent almost.
"I like your locket."
His pitch dark eyes didn't even glance at her. He didn't have any words, so what was he to say?
"Can i have it." She demanded
She slowly inched closer until her brittle fingers, her cursed fingers, took the locket.
He just stood there.
"Hey you, on com- come on." Her mother spat drunkenly.
Again, like a dog she ran towards her mother and they carried on walking. The man whom she stole the locket from stared at them. His eyes filled with black ink and the smell of sinister filled the air.
"maledicendum super vos"
