Shield of Art

Chapther Three

 Chapter Three

“Do I look like someone who cares what God thinks?”

 -Countess Elizabeth Báthory de Ecsed, Serial Killer.

Her ass? Numb. Her eyes? Grainy. Her stomach? Starving… And Shield still had a good 45 minutes left before she reached Niklaus Carmicle’s country house. Not to mention the fact that the drive took closer to four hours already and there was no where she could stop to get food. Good thing she didn’t need the bathroom.

Why do you do this to yourself Ariya? Why couldn’t you be selfish for once and do this tomorrow? Oh that’s right! YOU’RE AND IDIOT, THAT’S WHY!

Shield had been thinking similar things for the entire drive. She really needed food and a good sleep or she would be no good to anyone. But she couldn’t let this poor brother find out about his sister any other way… It was the worst thing that could happen to him now.

Turning the radio on (after turning it on and off at least 100 times already), Shield almost turned it off again as Jordan Bell came to the end of his latest teenage flirt song. If you could even call it a song. Just as she went to flick it off, another song came on and she held back. A males voice, deep and smooth, circled around her and caressed her ears.

“Why? Why have we got to wait, wait for tomorrow?

Why can’t we live, live for now?

Because the world, the world is going to keep on turning,

And time, time is going to keep on going.

But soon, soon we will all be gone…”

 

Why? Because everyone is too afraid of what is unknown. Too afraid to break the routine and false sense of security that they have created for themselves.

 

“So stand up, stand proud.

Be who you are, be them now.

Don’t wait, don’t hide, don’t let time pass you by.

Stand firm, be strong.

Live here, live now, and it will be alright.

 

It will be alright…”

 

No one is ever who they REALLY are. That’s what our reality is, creating what we want the world to see rather than who we actually are. Just like criminals that pass off as ‘normal’ humans.