April 13, 2012

April 13, 2012 - Lost

You can smell it as soon as you walk in the room. It's unmistakable for anything else. The air is heavy and think with the scent. You find it hard to believe anyone really lives here. Floor is covered in empty shells. Holes in the far wall... If it is a wall. No one who came here before left alive. You hope to change that. Everything will be fine. It'll all be ok.

At least, that's what you keep telling yourself. Everything is fine, it's ok... You'll get out.

He comes up from behind you. His eyes are a piercing blue and his body is scarred. There is no explanation for all of them. You know his name, his story. But you never thought that he would really be there. The house was supposed to be empty for demolition. You where only there to double check that. If he was here...

They never told you what to do if he was still there. Most likely, they would just let you die if he wouldn't let you leave. No one liked you there anyway. They would have fired you in a week. Guess they didn't want to pay to let you go.

Your heart races. He just stares at you, watching you. Every move you make is registered by him. You move to leave. He's blocking your path. Didn't even see him move, but he's there. You back away a few steps. He doesn't follow, just watches. There has to be a reason for this.

His eyes are haunting, hypnotic. Something about him scares you. You aren't sure what it is. He steps towards you and you feel the wall behind you. A small whimper escapes your throat as he reaches for you. All sorts of thoughts run through your head. None of them are good.

He touches your ear. You can't help but enjoy it. Somehow, he knows just how to get you to calm down. He rubs your other ear and you can't help but nuzzle his hand. You feel ashamed and embarrassed that you allowed yourself to enjoy it. Not that it isn't easy to see what you enjoy. It's practically tattooed all over you. Your tail starts wagging and he leads you to a mattress he has on the floor. Sitting on it, he invites you to lay by him.

You curl up beside him as he pets your head. They were hoping to kill you. The fact you didn't come back means that they won't be demoing the house. Maybe in a month or two they'll send someone else. A failed creature like you.

And you wouldn't have it any other way.

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