Thou Hath Fallen

You're It~6

Eleven was waiting.His anticipation was almost infectious as he waited by the door when they escorted me in.I am no stranger to emotions but I find love particularly peculiar.I would want to take a sip of it and try to understand it's ways.

The warmth this child radiated made me feel....Is this how love felt?Whatever it was I found myself shying away from it's waiting arms.I wanted it but I did not think it would want me back.The now familiar hall was filled with 'like minded people' who turned rogue.Some out of choice, others out of necessity.I found it all intoxicating.The eerie air that screamed unwanted.Maybe I read it all wrong-undeserved was better of a word

"You're it..." Eleven said as he fled while the hawk eyed nurses watched with contempt.

I think.I overthink.I analyze the whys, the hows and because of that my reaction mechanisms are pretty messed up.It sucks.I know I suck but I could not settle for a flower given.Who knows, it could be thorn in disguise.

He did come back.His head hang low and dared not look at me.I felt sad?Why did I feel my heart reach out to him.

"M? Why didn't you chase me and Beanie? You don't know how to play?"He asked hopefully.

What is affection?Is it tender?What is it's colour?

I knelt down against all my acquired rules of behaviourism.I could not break a child's  life;that was against every grain of my existence.He looked at me expectantly and I smiled.He would get a semblance of a child's dream life for the length of time I would be here.

"No I don't know how to play.. want to show uncle M?"

"I get to call you uncle? Awesome."He clapped his hands and dragged me rather tried to drag me to our spot.

"M  I mean uncle...where do you go to?"

"To my room how about you?"I asked a little bit curious.

"I have a room I share with my friend called Jake."

"And where is Jake?"The way Eleven leaned in as he spoke you would think we were sharing some juicy gossip.

"Jake does not talk to anyone except me."The boy said proudly

"Why so?"

"They don't get him."

"And you do?" I asked as I admired my new found friend.

"Nope but at least I try."

His frankness must have been a rarity.It had me thinking of the charades that went on and on.People!But then again could you blame them for not getting you?
They also had their worrisome lives to lead why then depend on their far gone selves.
For a little pat on the back?I know it felt good to be listened to but.....
Damned be dependency! At least to some extent.

Circles and cycles could bleed into each other and serve an unpleasant concoction to the fools and wise alike.

"M? are you there"He waved his hand at me and that's when I remembered that I was not having a conversation with myself.With my bad interpersonal skills, I did pity the little boy.My zoning out probably did not help me look sane.I would have to work on that.

"Yes Eleven I am."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"He asked with his cute mischievous smile

"Like a girl who is a friend?"I asked innocently.

"You don't have one ha? Beanie and I have a girl we like but she is a little overboard up there." He said sadly.

Probably, he talked of the kind of girlfriends I read in some of the books I was given from  time to time.

"Beanie? Mission get uncle a girlfriend." He said with this determined scowling face that I knew he would try it anyway.

"Now let's play... you're it." I said as I chased him down the hallway.

As I tackled him down,we laughed our lungs out and how I wanted to freeze time to when nothing else mattered except his giggles and his snorts.

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"Bell peppers all fresh and hot."A forty maybe late thirty year old woman screamed in a way that could attract customers just to her stall.

The mixture of sweat,fresh and stale vegetables,the rush,the high end voices,mothers scolding their younglings, desperate stall owners pushing watermelons into the customers face.This was definitely not the 'ideal' place for a predator.Maybe it was.After all the predator liked it best stalking an unsuspecting victim.The thrill of the shock written on their face was worth so much more than the satisfaction of their death.

Victims.

Say that again....

Victims.

The justified and the unjustified.The victims did not deserve what would hit them but then again, that was one way to look at it.
The other way?
Now that was his way of thinking.An eye for a bigger eye.A tooth for a longer tooth.

Mister prey had turned predator.
No he was not sorry just blood thirsty and starving.His next 'victim'  her.

His trained eye could smell emotions.She reeked of frustration.He though of it as an
easy kill thus he would prolong the stalking before he closed this chapter that was her

Brain headed
Block headed
The greater?  I will go with Brainy
The lesser?  Definitely Blocky
More fatal?How about both
Difference?
One cleans up
The other?
The most foregone mess.

She looked breakable.He did not like his prey to be weak.No! Weakness was never allowed.He would strengthen her,fatten her even and how much pleasure he would get in customizing her into his personal toy.
A pervert?Of course not.He viewed himself a reaper of the weak in the pack.
His gratification?Their final breath.

A shegasm coming right up or would it?

"Four big onions please,some ginger, I will have some asparagus too.She said as she counted the notes,handed just enough then went to the next stall.

"I will have some bell peppers too."She told the short sweaty man who nodded,packed her order industriously and passed them over to her with shaky hands.

"Have a good day ma'am." He said with his unnerving toothy grin.

A souvenir was passed
From dark pockets to a palmy throne

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I was listening to what's the colour of love when writing this.Share your thoughts in the comment section
Love J 😘