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Content Warnings: Food Poisoning, Force-Feeding, Blood, Violence, And Panty Sniffing.
Y/N’s POV:
I woke up, stretched, and dressed in a decorative blue dress and heels. After experimenting with my makeup, I grabbed a large navy handbag.
For breakfast, I made toast with berry jam and two fried eggs. I then returned to my room to collect my wallet, a small sketchbook, a pencil, and a white lacy handkerchief.
I stepped down the stairs and walked to check on my father, Joel. I knocked on the door and entered hearing a ‘come in.’.
“Good morning, Y/N!” My father greeted me, his tone more happy than before.
I greeted him back, “Hi, Father! You sound happier than yesterday!”
“I am thankful to that big fellow! He’s quite a wise lad!” He chuckles and asks, “I wonder what he’s like?”
“He’s a father of three boys!” I said.
His eyes widened as he said, “Three boys? How old are they?”
“The oldest boy is seventeen, and the two are thirteen years old!” I replied.
“Two thirteen-year-olds?” He asked as his eyes sparkled, “Are they twins?”
“Yes, they are twins!” I said, barely holding my excitement.
“That’s fascinating!” His smile widens. “Does KC have a wife?”
My excitement dies off as I reply, “Um… No… He doesn’t have a wife…”
“Oh… Well, what are his hobbies?” He asked.
“He does photography, art, writing, and…” I trailed off and answered, “I guess other things he hasn’t told me yet.”
“Alright then, where are you going all dressed up?” He questioned, smiling.
Fear impaled my body as I answered, “Going to visit my mother. Killcode should arrive soon!”
“Okay, mind keeping me company?” He asks, patting his bed.
“Not at all! It’s been days.” I answered, approaching him.
I sat beside his bed, exploring my father’s poetic venting.
Killcode’s POV:
My system turned on, and I stepped off my bed, stretching as usual. At my writing desk, I opened the drawer to fetch her undergarments and took a moment to sniff them. I imagined her wearing the undergarments, lying seductively in bed; the only thing missing was her stockings.
“One more addition, then it’ll be complete,” I whispered.
I sat down and began writing my feelings and plans about what I’d do to her once she stepped foot in my cabin.
I took a sheet of paper and wrote, (“I can’t wait to breed you into a nice housewife. A woman who cares for me and my children… A woman who will save me from isolation and despair… A woman who DESERVES a nice husband to care for and protect until the very end…”)
I wrote my initials and suddenly heard knocks on my door. I stood up and opened the door only to reveal Eclipse.
“What is it, my child?” I ask.
“I’m here to let you know that it’s eight-thirty.” He reminds me.
“Oh!” I chuckled nervously. “I thought I woke up earlier; I’ll get ready. Thanks, Child.”
I closed the door and dressed in a frock coat, patched pants, and a button-down shirt. I may not dress well like other men, but I must start somewhere. I feel grateful that I have a few clothes patched up by a kindhearted, dear friend.
I walked down the stairs to see my beloved Bloodmoon twins gazing out the window.
“Good morning, my children.” I greeted.
“Good morning, Father!” They said in unison, running to me.
I scooped up my twins as they hugged me.
I gently caressed their cheeks. “How well did you two sleep?”
“We slept well!” The Blue twin replied.
“That’s good. I have to go to Y/N’s house; I’ll be back at five in the evening,” I said.
“Oh, when will we hunt again?” The Red twin asks.
“Very soon, my child…” I patted the Red twin, “Be nice to Eclipse while I’m gone.”
As I walked to the door, I nearly forgot something.
(“The potato sack! I need to return it!”)
I grabbed the sack from the pantry and put it in my pocket. Looking at my children one last time, I closed the door and walked down the dirt path, enjoying the fresh scents of the flowers.
I suddenly thought, (“Why not pick a few flowers?”)
I crouched and gently plucked a few snow-white lilies. Their curled petals waved gently in the light wind. I held them like a bouquet, chuckling at the idea of Y/N’s smile with my flowery gift.
(“My lovely Dove… Hopefully, she’ll like my gift…”) I thought.
I walked through the forest, gently raking my claws on the fragile flowers. I hum a soft tune as I stroll to her house. I arrived, knocked on her door three times, and hid the bouquet behind me. A few muffled steps approach the door, and it opens revealing a smiling Y/N.
“Hello, KC…” She cocked her head and asked, “What are you hiding?”
“Close your eyes, Dove,” I advised.
Y/N closed her eyes; I took out the lilies and said, “Open up!”
Her eyes opened without hesitation, her smile widened by my little gift. She embraced my gift, smelling the fresh and pleasant scent.
“That’s a lovely gift! Thank you, KC!” She praised me.
“You're welcome, Dove. May I come in?” I ask.
“Yes! I’ll put the flowers away-”
“No, Dove” I lift the flowers off her grasp, “I’ll put it away for you. I don’t want your pretty clothes tainted.”
She giggled and said, “Oh, I see!”
I gently took the flowers from her arms and put them on the table.
“How’s your father doing?” I ask.
“He’s doing much better than yesterday!” She answered, smiling sweetly as she closed the door.
“That’s wonderful news,” I commented.
She hugged me and said, “Thank you for helping my father cope.”
“You are welcome. I love to help people, especially families…” I said, my claws gently scratching her back.
My grip tightened until she grunted in discomfort. I quickly let her go, and she took a few deep breaths.
“I’m going to the hospital; I’ll be back as soon as possible.” She grabbed her bag and said, “Please look after my father.”
“I will Dove…” I suddenly remembered my idea: “I’m going to make him potato soup to make his day.”
“That’s very nice of you. Hopefully, I can have some.” She said, approaching the door.
“Of course you can, Dove. Be careful out there; let me know if something happens.” I advise.
“I will!” She opens the door and says, “Again, thank you for helping me cope.”
“You're welcome, Dove. I’m going to the kitchen.” I waved and said, “I’ll make the best soup ever…”
Y/N smiles as she closes the door; I enter the kitchen, take out the ingredients, and begin cooking. I boil the potatoes in hot water, adding sprinkles of salt. While they boil, I cook the onions in the butter on medium heat in a separate pot.
I heated the milk in a third pot and watched until bubbles formed on the edges. I then drain the potatoes, mash them until they are soft and creamy, and tie the cooked ingredients together.
Third Person’s POV:
While the soup was cooling, Killcode put a lid on the bowl and walked to Joel’s room. He taps his claws on the wooden door, not trying to scratch it.
“Who is it?” Joel inquires.
“It’s KC Joel… Mind if I come in?” Killcode asks.
“Sure. Why not?” He approves.
He opens the door, enters, and closes the door gently.
“Good morning, Joel…” Killcode greeted.
“Good morning, KC…” Joel closes his book and asks, “How are you?”
“I’m doing very well so far. Are you feeling any better?” Killcode asks.
“Yes.” He answers, tapping his fingers on his book, “I’ve been writing my feelings on this book.”
“That’s nice. How are those feelings?” Killcode asks.
“They were harsh at first, but as I keep writing, they’ve grown positive.” Joel opens the book and asks, ”Want to read the positive ones?”
“Yes, read them to me. I’ll listen…” Killcode replies, sitting down.
Joel read his written thoughts, and some of them were poetic. He stopped on one of the writings and lowered the book.
He asks, “My daughter, Y/N, talked to me about you earlier; she said you have three teenage boys. What are they like?”
Killcode sighed and explained, “My children are precious; they have difficulty fitting in with the public. My twins are mischievous and tend to get themselves in trouble. They need a lot of guidance to be strong, mature men. My oldest son takes care of them while I’m away.”
“They sound lovely. Your oldest son sounds like he is a responsible young man.” He commented.
Killcode nods as he says, “Yes, he is; my oldest son is more mature and can handle independence. However, my twins are inseparable; they never spend one minute without needing each other’s comfort.”
“It's nice to hear that you and your children seem to get along well since you can help children.” Joel thought for moments and suggested, “You can do amazing in an orphanage!”
“Yes, I’d like to help in an orphanage…” Killcode looked down and added. “But the orphans would fear me… Because of how I look.”
“Don’t be hard on yourself, KC.” Joel closes the book and adds, “The children will open up as they get to know you; it just takes time.”
“Thanks, Joel. I never had nice people like your daughter accept me, let alone her entire family. Most people I meet up with are…” Killcode examined his claws. “Not so nice. They often treat me like garbage despite how I try to be even after they wronged me.”
“KC, don’t worry about these people; they take advantage of kindness from others. I had those people too.” Joel’s wrinkled fingers trace around the book’s markings, “You are not alone on this. I had a hard time finding the right person until my wife… Marie helped me throughout my hard times.”
“You are lucky to have found such a kind and supportive wife… A best friend… Someone you can trust when the world is against you.” Killcode paused and glanced at Joel, “Perhaps I could find a wife like that someday. A partner who not only accepts me but also my children.”
Killcode went a bit hesitant for a second before deciding he might as well get all of his feelings out in the open.
“Your daughter would make a wonderful mother for my children…” A sudden reminder popped in his head, “Oh! The soup! I nearly forgot about the soup!”
Standing up, Killcode felt a bit flustered from his confession and slightly stressed from the almost-forgotten soup; he had forgotten how tall he was and hit his head on the ceiling.
“Ow! I forgot about my height.” He chuckled and politely offered his hand. “Mind if I help lead you to the dining room? We can continue our conversation there.”
“Not at all KC,” Joel peels his blanket off of him, “And could you please open the door for me, please?”
Killcode gently assists Joel to the dining room and prepares him for a seat.
He asks, “Is there anything you want me to add to your soup?”
“I don’t have anything to suggest but…” Joel trailed off for moments until “Add something special; be creative!”
“Alright, I shall add a special ingredient for my customer,” Killcode joked, looking back at Joel and then confidently walking into the kitchen.
He rummaged through each cabinet and cupboard for a special ingredient. He entered the pantry, searching for more options. However, one object caught his eye… A box of Warfarin rat poison…
He took the box, examined the warnings, and opened it to see powder. The powder was white as snow and soft. He exited the pantry and added large amounts of the poisonous powder to the soup. He mixed the powder to blend it into the soup and added more ground black pepper.
He peeked at Joel and instructed, “Close your eyes.”
He saw Joel close his eyes, smiling. He returned to the kitchen and collected a spoon and the poisoned soup. He carefully balanced his steps, the soup not splattering; he then put it on the table.
“Do you want me to feed you a taste?” He suggested.
“Sure!” Joel replied.
Killcode gently lifted the spoon, scooped the soup, and fed the poisoned liquid into Joel’s mouth. However, Joel spat the tainted soup, splattering the creamy liquid across the table.
“What’s THIS?” Joel coughed and inquired, “What did YOU PUT IN MY SOUP?! ”
“A special signature ingredient…” Killcode darkly replied.
“Is this…” Joel spots droplets of blood on his shirt. “Warfarin?”
Killcode paused before silently nodding… He scooped another spoonful of thick liquid and used his claws to open his jaw forcibly.
“Eat up, Joel…” Killcode advised, his dark crimson eyes gazing into Joel’s, “Or you will starve…”
Joel’s fragile, wrinkled hands attempted to remove Killcode’s claws, but they pinched his jaw, nearly drawing blood.
“Eat up!” Killcode commanded as he plunged the spoonful of thick soup into Joel’s mouth, leaving him no time to chew.
“LET ME GO-”
“SHUT UP AND EAT THE SOUP!!!” Killcode roared, interrupting Joel’s protests.
He repeatedly scooped more soup and dove the thick liquid into Joel’s throat, drowning his speech with poisoned soup. His grip claws through his jaws, blood dripping from the gashes. Killcode chuckled as he let go of Joel’s jaw.
“You claim to be a nice person! no wonder people left YOU,” Joel violently coughed and commented, “My daughter will NEVER love a heartless monster like YOU!”
“My children could use more…” Killcode let out a small growl, glaring daggers at Joel’s face, “Human meat…”
“No…” Joel attempted to leave his seat, but Killcode halted him, “You can’t do this to me! YOU CAN’T-”
Killcode took the bowl and poured the spiked food into Joel’s mouth, the liquid damaging his fragile esophagus. His claws began to choke his neck.
Joel tried to escape Killcode’s strong grip; Killcode darkly gazed at him before his last breath left his mouth, shortly killing him. Joel’s body limped lifelessly like a ragdoll as Killcode released him. Killcode dug his claws to take out the bag, collected Joel’s body, and hid his corpse in his room behind the dark closet. He then began to clean his mess…
Y/N’s POV:
I am currently waiting on the crowded bus for my destination; I anxiously fidgeted with my fingers. People around me chatted with their friends and families while the man near me slept. My eyes were glued to the window, waiting for the hospital building to appear. My heart pounded each time the bus passed a street.
(“Hopefully my mother is okay…”) I thought.
The bus halted at a nearby stop, and some people stood up and began exiting the bus. I stood and struggled out of the sleeping man without interrupting his slumber. I hopped off the bus and paced to the hospital.
I entered the doors frantically looking for a way to find my mother’s bed. People glanced strangely at my intrusion.
A female nurse approached me and asked, “Miss? Can I help you?”
“I’m looking for my brother and mother, Marie and Arnold,” I answer.
“Marie and Arnold…” She crossed her arms and thought for a few moments, “Arnold’s not here…”
“Then what about my mother, Marie?” I inquire.
“Marie… Oh…” The nurse’s arms drooped as she looked away.
“Where is my mother?” I come close and ask. “Is she okay?”
“Um…” The nurse looked at me and inhaled sharply, “I’m sorry…”
“Sorry?” I question, my eyes widening.
“I’m sorry to tell you this…” She bit her crimson lips nervously. “She didn’t make it…”
I paused for a moment, shocked. “What…”
Guilty of my reaction, the nurse answers, “She didn’t make it, Y/N… She died…”
My eyes brimmed with tears from her reply, “What did she die from?”
“It was a lethal heart attack.” The nurse submissively looked down. “We tried everything we could, but… She died last night…”
“But what about Arnold?” I questioned.
The nurse shook her head and answered, “Like I said, he was never sent here…”
“But… But…” I stutter.
“I’m sorry, Y/N, I am sorry…” She then calmly asks. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“No, thanks for telling me, though. I’m going to inform my father.” I answer, sniffling.
“You are welcome… I’ll send prayers to you and your family! I wish you luck in finding your brother!” The nurse smiles as if she’s trying to give me hope.
“Thank you for the kind words.” I fake a smile so as not to get overwhelmed. “Goodbye…”
I went to a secluded restroom and let out my tears and sorrow. I cried for five minutes until sorrow left my body. I approached the sink to clean up my face tainted by makeup, washed my hands, and exited the restroom. I fled the hospital and walked through the street to go home.
The street was bustling with various people: families, workers, couples, and students. I walked to the bus stop until I heard soft sobbing. I turned to see a girl, her hair bright as rich gold, light fair skin, and her eyes were green like fresh young tree leaves.
I slowly approached the girl and asked, “Little girl?”
The girl looked up, and we locked eyes. Her tears streamed down her cheeks.
“What’s the matter?” I softly questioned.
“I…” The girl wiped the salty tears off her cheeks and answered, “Lost my daddy…”
“Your daddy? Where is he?” I ask.
“I don’t know…” The girl sniffled and replied, “So many people got in my way…”
“Oh, um…” I ponder for a moment, and then asks, “Do you need help?”
The girl hesitated for seconds and replied, “Uh… Yes.”
“Alright, want to hold my hand?” I asked, lending my hand.
The girl stood up and took my hand, her grip tightened for more support.
“Alright, let’s find your dad. Where did you last see him?” I asked.
“In a… toy store…” The girl answered, brushing the tears off her face.
“A toy store, alright. How did you lose him?” I inquired.
The girl sniffled and explained, “My daddy was buying me a nice doll, but so many people blocked the aisles and the exit…”
“Okay, anything else?” I asked.
“I don’t know where he left…” The girl answered, sniffling.
“Okay, what’s your name?” I ask.
“Grace Smith.” She answered.
“Grace, that sounds like a lovely name.” I smile and ask, “Shall we walk and search?”
Grace smiled and nodded as we began searching. We crossed the roads and glanced at the stores to help memorize the incident. We crossed a road, and Grace pointed at a car; however, she tripped and lost her grip. I quickly helped her and carried her off the sidewalk before any cars hit us.
I put her down and frantically looked around for a clue until…
“GRACE!!” a voice called out.
Grace heard and ran into another crosswalk to find the source. “DADDY!!”
“Grace! WAIT!” I exclaimed, chasing her to grab her off the crosswalk.
I carried her again before a car rushed past us.
“GRACE!! WHERE ARE YOU??” The voice shouted out.
“We're over here! I have your daughter!” I called out.
A middle-aged man rushed over to us, holding a box of a fancy doll.
“Grace!” He tightly hugged her and added, “I was so worried! I thought you were kidnapped!”
I giggled at their interaction, and the man looked at me.
“Thank you for helping my daughter!” He lets go of Grace and asks, “What’s your name, miss?”
“I’m Y/N,” I got a little curious and asked, “What’s your name?”
“I’m Richard Smith.” He lends out a hand, “Nice to meet you, Y/N!”
I shook his hand and replied, “Nice meeting you too!”
Richard’s hand dug into his pocket and took out a fifty-dollar bill. “Take this fifty-dollar bill as gratitude! I don’t want you to leave empty-handed!”
“I appreciate the kind gesture, but it's okay; no money is necessary. I’m just happy to see the both of you together… Safe and sound!” I replied.
“Okay.” Richard stored the money in his pocket and turned to Grace, “Ready to go home, Grace?”
She shook her head in disapproval. “No, Y/N is so nice that she reminds me of my mom.”
(“I wonder why…”) I thought.
“Aww… Grace, that’s nice of you to say.” I smiled and gasped when an idea popped into my head. “Oh! I want to say that I babysit children. If you need any help with your daughter, call me.”
“A babysitter… Hmm…” Richard trailed off for a moment, “That’s even better! I’ll pay you more if you look after my precious daughter.”
I wrote my phone number and home address on a napkin and asked, “Alright! When is the perfect time and day for me to start?”
“I’m going to work tomorrow at eleven o’clock in the morning.” He took the napkin and put it in his pocket. “I’ll pick you up at ten twenty-five; is that okay?”
“Yes! It is!” I suddenly remembered, “Anyway, I have to go home, and I missed the bus. I’ll walk home.”
“I can drive you to your home if you need a free ride.” He offered.
“Oh, that’s nice of you to offer me a way home.” My cheeks redden as I add. “I have a sick father to care for. Thanks for the offer. Where’s your car?”
“I’ll show you; we can talk while I drive.” Richard leads me to his car, which is a Ford Thunderbird. He opens the door of the passenger’s seat. “You go in first, Miss.”
I chuckled and blushed at his polite manner as I got in…
Killcode’s POV:
I cleaned up the thick soup and blood, trying to wash the blood off the pure white cloth. I stowed away the cleaning supplies and checked a nearby clock, which revealed one-thirty in the afternoon.
(“She's taking much longer than I expected…”) I thought.
I suddenly remembered… THE SOCKS!!!
I walked up the stairs and entered Y/N's room. I rummaged through the drawers, trying not to rip the fabrics until I found her black nylon stockings. I carefully picked up the stockings and put them in my pocket.
I attempt to fix the clothes, making it look like they were never touched. I went down the stairs and peeked at the window. As I watched the pleasant view of animals foraging and flowers swishing, I suddenly had an idea.
(“Why not take Y/N out on a lovely date?”) I thought.
My body heats up because of the idea, but the question is… Where?
(“I can't go in most public places because of my tall height…”) I thought.
I ponder the ideas in my mind, (“How about the park? Or try a picnic?”)
I hear vrooming coming from outside. I glanced outside to see Y/N in a… CAR?!
(“Who drove her here?!”) I thought.
I prefer to stay hidden in Y/N's house because the driver might judge me…
“Thank you, Richard!” She says.
“RICHARD?!” I yelled.
Luckily she didn't hear me. I quickly examined the floor and table in the dining room until I heard knocking.
“KC! It's me!” Y/N’s muffled voice called out.
I rushed to the door and opened it.
“Hello, Dove.” I greeted, politely keeping the door open.
“Hi…” she replied, getting inside.
I closed the door and asked, “Is everything okay?”
She halted, whispering, “No…”
“What happened?!” I inquire quickly, getting in front of her, concerned.
“My mother, Marie,” tears fill her eyes, “died from a heart attack…”
I softly embrace her, feeling her soft, warm skin clash with my chill, metallic body.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Dove… If there’s anything I can do to help, please let me know…” I said.
After a moment's silence, I heard a few sniffles come from Y/N. My claws gently raked her smooth back, and I pulled away. Comforting someone with a death is never easy to process… And I must avoid saying or doing things that upset her further…
Third Person’s POV:
Killcode sighed. “Is there anything that I could do at this moment that can cheer you up?”
Y/N approached the table and landed her handbag as she spoke up; a small frown formed.
“A cup of warm tea sounds nice…” She answers.
“Alright, I’ll make you some tea. What kind?” He asks.
“Some chamomile tea would help…” She guesses.
“Good choice,” he adds. “Chamomile tea helps your mood brighten up.”
Her eyes focus on Killcode, and her lips curl into a small smile. “That’s a nice fact. How do you know all of this information?”
“I make tea for my children... I try experimenting with different flavors, and you’d be surprised at how many herbal teas they have out there..." He said.
“That’s wonderful!” She commented.
“Thanks.” He suddenly remembered the soup. “By the way, I saved you some soup. Would you like some along with your tea?”
“Yes! I would love that.” She approves.
“Alright,” Killcode stepped into the kitchen and asked, “Mind if you show me where the tea bags are stored?”
“Not at all!” Y/N answered, entering the kitchen.
She beckoned him to follow her into the pantry and collected a small box containing assortments of tea bags. She opened the box and picked up a small bag of chamomile tea.
She looked up and offered, “KC, Would you like some tea too?”
Her generous offer made Killcode’s system heat up, making him flustered.
“Yes, Dove…” He picked up the lavender tea bag. “I’ll take this one.”
Y/N smiled and put away the box; they exited the pantry, and she collected a tea kettle from the cupboard. As she fills the kettle with sink water, Killcode catches his thoughts drifting off to his previous motives…
(“A date! I was going to ask her out on a date!”) he remembered as he cooked up a conversation.
“Dove…” He spoke but struggled, “I hope you don’t mind if…”
She turns to him and asks, “If what? What’s on your mind?”
“I… I…” He stutters, trying to muster a sentence, “I want to go…”
“Take your time, KC; I’m listening,” Y/N mentioned.
His claws fidgeted with the tail of his nightcap, and he stuttered, “I—I want… To go…”
“Hold on a moment.” She took out the overflowing kettle and poured a small portion of the water. “Let me put the kettle on the stove.”
She lands the kettle on the stove and turns the heat on.
She turned to him and replied, “Alright, say what’s on your mind.”
“Okay, Dove, I—I... W-Want to g-go…” Killcode quietly stutters, struggling to speak.
Y/N smiles at him and gestures to him to speak up.
He submissively looked away and quietly whispered, “I want to go out with… You...”
“I’m sorry?” Y/N cocked her head and asked, “What did you say?”
(“Why is he so nervous?”) She thought, wondering why he was acting that way.
He chuckled nervously and thought, (“THIS IS MUCH HARDER THAN I IMAGINED!!!”)
“I want… Will you… Go… Out… With Me?” Killcode asks, his tone quiet like a whisper.
“Go out?” She approaches him and asks, “Where?”
He gently rests his hands on her shoulders and gazes down at her. A mixture of nervousness swirled through his eyes.
He mustered up confidence and asked, “Would you be interested in going on a date with me?”
Killcode’s POV:
“Well, sure… But I’d have to check when I might be free to do so. Y/N puts her arms around my waist. “I don’t see why not.”
I feel my worries melt away like ice; I purr like a loving kitten as my grip tightens. As I uncoiled my embrace, her arms sloped down as the tea kettle whistled.
“Do you mind getting the tea set?” She asked, turning down the stove and removing the kettle.
“Not at all. I’ll do anything for my Dove…” I answered.
I opened the cupboard to see a floral-themed tea set, flowers carefully painted on the plates, cups, teapots, and saucers. It's fit for an elegant tea party.
“Dove?” I turned to face Y/N and showed her the set. “What do you think of this theme?”
Her lips curled into a pleasant smile as she replied, “That's a wonderful set! I always wanted to use this one!”
“Alright then. Where shall we drink our tea?” I ask.
“Um… It would be nice if we drank it outside.” She gazed at the window and sighed, “I always desired to drink tea outside like people in the eighteen hundreds.”
“It sounds lovely and elegant…” I say as an idea appears, “I can make that happen. What should I do?”
“Well… Um… Flowers…” She answered, uncertain.
“I can do that. Anything else?” I inquire.
“Uhmm… Well, you can get creative…” She replies.
“Alright then,” I say, determined to surprise her.
“I'm going to get dressed for—”
“Why don't you at least try dressing like one of them?” I interject.
“I can try,” She giggles bashfully, “Thanks for the suggestion. I can’t wait to see what you come up with!”
I chuckled at her words of courage as she stepped up the stairs. I wonder what she’ll wear… I squeezed my way out to the backyard and got to work. I scrutinized the flowerpots, took out a large table, and set it outside.
I took a simple chair, set it next to the table, and found a fancy emerald-green vase. I gently pluck a few blood-red roses and put them in the vase. I entered the kitchen, prepared the creamer and sugar, poured the hot water into the teapot, and took the set outside.
I went into the kitchen and called, “Do you want any food for our tea party?”
“Well… How about the soup you mentioned earlier?” She asks.
“Alright,” I carry the pot and ask. “Do you want me to reheat it?”
“It would be nice, so yes!” She consents.
I poured the potato soup into the porcelain bowl and reheated it in the microwave. Once it was done, I took it out, steam fleeing the heat from the soup, I put the lid on and put it on a plate for display! I patiently waited, holding my excitement for Y/N to show up.
(“I wonder what she’ll wear…”) I thought.
A minute passed by, and Y/N showed up in a snow-white blouse and an ankle-length blood-crimson skirt; the skirt had fancy white lace, and the blouse was buttoned up with a wine-red ribbon. She wore chocolate brown boots with white laces.
I applauded her as she walked by and pulled out a chair for her. Once seated, I offered to pour hot water into her teacup. She smiled as I filled her cup and then my own.
She dipped her chamomile tea bag into her cup and opened her soup. I placed my lavender tea bag in mine. Y/N moaned in delight as she tasted her creamy soup.
(“I'm feeling things that I haven't felt since I was a child…”) I thought.
She smiled and chuckled, “What’s on your mind, KC?”
I instantly snapped out of my happy thoughts and answered, “I was just thinking back to when I was a kid… This tea party reminds me of all the good times I would have growing up… Before the adult responsibilities came into play…”
“Oh, well, do you like playing pretend?” She asks, lifting her teacup and sipping.
“Oh… well… I know this tea party isn't exactly the most mature activity, but today we shall be like the people in the past. Today we will pretend to be something different than the usual attire.” I quietly giggled and said, “Do you like the idea of being different for a day?”
“Yes! I do! It feels refreshing!” She puts down her teacup and lifts her spoon.
“I can see that…” I chuckle at her response, “I wish I could play like this more often…”
“You can play pretend sometimes, right?” She scoops some soup and adds, “You have three children… Are they not interested in that type of thing?”
“No… My children are too old to play these types of games. They grew out of that. They lost interest in that type of thing, you know? I’ve attempted to do other things such as board games and other activities we could maybe bond over, but they don’t want to do that anymore… It's probably a part of growing up, I guess. There are times that I miss them.” I explain, sadness lurking inside me.
“I see… I know what it’s like to be lonely and have no one to play with.” She sighs and adds. “Even my siblings refused to play with me.”
“Oh really? You all seem close together. That bond must’ve developed as you all grew older, I guess…” I look down at a nearby tulip. “Looks like we have something in common…”
“Mhm, I was wondering…” She trails off and asks. “Has anyone taken care of you other than your children? Any family members?”
“No… I never had someone take care of me..." I look back at her, “I’m just built to survive on my own… No one to talk to, play with, or help me. Until my children entered my lonely, isolated life.”
“That's nice to have some people keep you company!” Y/N chuckled and drank the soup from her spoon.
I remembered something, sighed, and thought (“She's very open to me... Should I tell her about… My true age? What if she doesn't like me?”) I thought, looking away at the grass.
Concerned by my silence, Y/N questioned, “KC? What's going on?”
“I… I…” I stutter.
“Speak up. I'm listening.” She reminds me.
Guilt builds up as I answer, “I lied to you…”
“Lie to me about what?” She scoops more soup and inquires, “What did you lie about?”
Afraid of hiding my secret, I finally answer, “My age…”
“Your age?” She nearly choked on her soup and cleared her throat. “Alright. How old is your true age?”
Guilt impales me as I answer, “I'm not fifty-four… I'm sixty-seven...”
Her eyes widened in shock. “Sixty-seven… What’s the problem with that?” She landed her spoon into the soup.
“Well… I have… I lied because I had... Um… I had some people shame me for my age.” I looked down in shame and explained, “I had previous crushes get along with me until I revealed my age. When I said my true age, they would suddenly get grossed out and reject me… Their eyes glared at me with disgust. Even if I try to be nice to them, they would resent and abandon me… The age gap must be too much for them to handle…”
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to… I just didn’t… It’s okay if you don’t like me anymore… If you want me to leave, I’ll leave. I will not disrespect your boundaries.” I lifted my teacup, gazing at my reflection in the warm tan liquid. “I feel so safe with you… Comfortable… Like… I can truly be myself without shame! You're so easy to talk to… You listen so well... You just…”
I sighed, regretful of my lies. Her eyes locked with mine, occasionally blinking, trying to process. “Sixty-seven...” she mouthed. She glanced at her soup and smiled as her eyes locked back with mine.
“You don’t have to do that, KC… Thank you for deciding to come clean and be honest with me… I appreciated that… It must’ve been hard overcoming the fear of rejection, but it's still not okay that you lied to me.” She trailed off as her fingers picked up the spoon, and she said, “But I forgive you… And for the record… Your age doesn’t upset me, KC… You’ve been nothing but kind to me… I wouldn’t let something silly like an age gap drive our relationship apart.”
The love of my life is such an open and caring woman. Her smile lightened my days, her touch was soft like silk, and her voice was sweet like honey. I could spend my whole life with her by my side.
Her beauty is so precious and fragile that I MUST protect her from anything or anyone that might taint her or worse… HURT her! A sweet and delicate woman like her can complete me and my family.
“I was so worried that you’d not want to talk to me anymore after…” I sigh and say, “Thank you for giving me a second chance.”
“I would never abandon you like that, KC; we all make mistakes.” She scooped her soup and praised, “This soup is delicious, by the way. How long did you say that you were cooking again?”
“I’ve been cooking throughout my life; it is a skill that I naturally have. I’ve cooked more meals than soup, just not the best because of…” I lift my large claws, “My claws.”
“Oh,” She chuckles and asks, “You must’ve struggled cooking with those claws, am I correct?”
“Yes, when I first started. But I’m still trying to cook meals carefully without accidentally burning myself or slicing ingredients incorrectly.” I looked down at my claws. “I wanted to expand to baking.”
“That sounds lovely! What type of pastries would you bake?” She asks, smiling excitedly.
“Um… Biscuits…” I shyly answered.
“That's a good choice to start with! What else?” She asks, her eyes sparkling with interest.
“Well…” I fidget with my claws and reply, “Cakes…”
“Those are good too!” She nods, “They are also easy!”
I chuckled at her suggestions while Y/N finished her soup. She added sugar and creamer, but as she sipped, most of the tea splattered, staining her blouse and skirt.
“My clothes!” She shouted, her hands frantically touching the stains, “They are expensive!”
“Dove, don’t worry!” got up and suggested, “I’ll help you clean these!”
Her lips frown as she frets, “Oh… I don’t know what to do next…”
I thought and remembered my idea for the date, “Well, is there any place in mind you want to go to?”
“Well…” She trails off and answers, “There’s a park…”
“A park…” I lend her a hand and inquire, “Do you know where it is?”
“I’ll show you,” her hand grabs mine. “I just need to change my clothes…”
“You can hand me your clothes, and I’ll put them in the washing machine,” I suggest, allowing her to stand up using my hand.
“That’s very nice of you to say.” She glances at the messy table and asks, “Do you mind cleaning up the little mess?”
“Not at all, Dove. I’m willing to do anything to make you smile.” I collect the tea set.
“Oh…” she giggles while dramatically fanning her face using her hand, “I’m flattered! Thank you!”
“You are welcome.” A question appears, and I ask, “What are you going to wear to the park?”
“Well, something simple. I’ll check in my closet.” She looked at her stained outfit and instructed, “Wait downstairs and I’ll call you to get the basket.”
“Alright, thanks,” I reply.
She enters the house while I clean up the backyard and store everything away. I wash the tea set, empty the sugar bowl, and put it in the cupboard. Y/N then called me to collect the laundry basket and store the stained clothes in the washing machine.
I hummed soft tunes as I turned on the machine and waited in the living room for Y/N to come out. Three minutes passed, and I heard footsteps tapping the stairs.
“KC! Look at my outfit!” She exclaimed, twirling like a ballerina.
I got up and saw Y/N in a knee-length dress; the skirt swayed with the air, and the color was vibrant orange resembling the sunset. She wore white pumps and carried a yellow purse.
“You look warm and lovely.” Flattered by her outfit, I added, “That dress reminds me of the sunset.”
“Thank you!” She replies, slightly blushing.
“Do you have everything?” I approach the front door. “Are we good to go?”
“I’ll check,” Y/N scrutinized her purse and found a wallet, makeup, and tissues. “Yes! I’m ready to go!”
“Alright,” I opened the front door and politely gestured to her, “Ladies first!”
“Thank you!” She lifts her skirt and does a curtsy. “You are a pleasant gentleman!”
I chuckled at her compliment, “~Thanks, milady!~”
She bursts into laughter as I exit and close the door. I offered her to hold my claws, which she accepted in a heartbeat.
“Now, show me the way, Dove,” I ask.
We then made our journey to the park! Once we arrived, the park was large, people sat on benches, and children played around, laughing together. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the lively view.
She notices my reaction and asks, “KC, what’s so funny?”
“Nothing. It's just that everyone looks so happy.” I reply.
“I hope that someday, my family can return to that happy place we used to be in; I know things won’t always be the same, though…” I see children play around trees and add, “Things happen, and we must learn how to move around those few small obstacles…”
I spotted a nearby family and pointed, “Look at this family, for example…”
Y/N turned to see a father playing with his three pubescent boys. They set up a race with colorful pull-back cars: red, yellow, and blue. The boy with the red car passed the finish line. He cheered in victory as his father plucked up his son and playfully hugged him while the other boys and Mother applauded.
“Like them, look how happy they look. A parent and child have such a beautiful bond… Like how I am with my kids.” I explain as warm memories fill my mind.
Y/N smiled as we locked eyes and laughed. After we passed them, the sadness returned like rain clouds. I looked away as Y/N noticed.
“KC…” Y/N halted and asked, “What’s going on?”
“Well… can we talk in a secluded spot?” I ask.
“Yes, I’ll show you one.” She answers, holding my hand.
As we walked, a couple of people looked at me, fascinated by my large height and scary appearance. My sight focused on Y/N, ignoring the gazes and snarking comments from strangers. We arrived at the secluded spot of the park.
The quiet area was grassy, with blooming flowers scattered around: daisies, lavender, buttercups, and more. I sat crisscrossed and offered Y/N to sit in my lap. We watch the lake and waterfowl swimming across.
Y/N broke the serene silence by saying, “This is my favorite spot to go to.”
“I can see that, Dove,” I looked down and commented, “It’s so quiet and relaxing…”
I purred as she leaned on my waist, locking eyes with mine. I craved her warm touch and joyful smiles. I suddenly remembered my first victim… Jane…
I breathe and calmly ask, “Dove, I hope my question doesn’t upset you.”
“Okay, what's on your mind?” Y/N asks as she cocks her head.
“It’s about Jane…” guilt washing over me as I ask, “Why doesn’t she speak to you or anyone?”
“Well, Jane… She doesn’t like to speak because she gets anxious whenever she is asked to speak.” Her lips curl down in a frown. “She would get overwhelmed, too stressed, and cry when she makes a mistake in her speech… She never expressed why, but we respect her decision.”
“Oh Dove, that must be hard to handle when you can’t speak... without an error...” I commented.
“Yes, she can laugh and make noises like everyone else but was never comfortable speaking…” She looks away at the sky, “I feel bad for her… A part of me wondered if she had trauma behind it…”
“Dove, you don’t have to explain if my question triggers you.” My hand softly pats her back. “I was simply curious. I’m sorry…”
“It’s alright, thanks.” She replied, her lips curled into a smile.
“I want to say that you are beautiful.” I trailed off and confessed, “More beautiful than flowers, more beautiful than anyone, you are the MOST beautiful woman I have ever met.”
“Oh, KC… Thank you… People I met never thought about me this way.” Y/N said, her soft smile widening.
“I have…” I pause for a moment and ask. “May I hug you?”
“Yes, you can, just be gentle.” Y/N answers, her arms opening wide.
I embrace her with my enormous arms; my purrs vibrate her body, and my sharp claws tickle her sides.
A giggle fled her mouth as she commented, “That tickles!”
“I see that…” I whisper, my claws tickling her.
Y/N’s giggles grew into laughs. I laughed along with her. Her joy warmed me up like a blanket. I resumed tickling her sides. Her laughter increased as I pinned her down to tease her further.
“KC!!” She laughed and asked, “What are you doing?”
“I’m just playing Y/N! Trying to lighten up the mood a bit!” I sneaked another tickle to her side as I got off of her and asked, “Would you mind if I demonstrated how I sometimes act with my sons?”
“How?” She asks.
“By roughhousing! We like to play fight!” I explain.
“Oh, interesting…” Her eyes twinkle with interest. “How does it start?”
“Like this,” I instruct.
I softly tackled her whole body, trying not to crush her.
“Whoa! You are much heavier than I thought!” She comments.
“I know; I’m trying to be gentle with you.” I got off of her and said, “Your turn.”
Y/N puts her bag to the side and pounces towards me; she lets out a small yelp as she begins to tumble towards the grass. I hold my arms and catch her before anything bad happens.
“Be careful, Dove! I don’t want you to get damaged.” I said,
”Thanks!” She says, chuckling a little,
“Try again. I'll go easy on you.” I said.
Y/N playfully chuckled as she tackled me again. After a moment of being under Y/N, her hands on my chest, I decided to roll us back over to where I was on top again. My blood-red eyes lock into hers. Her eyes gaze at mine, fascinated as my eyes glow.
The red glow softly spreads on her face, nearly hypnotizing her.
“Your eyes are beautiful,” she complimented. “They remind me of red rubies.”
“Thanks, Dove, I could gaze into your eyes as well.” I stare at her iris and whisper. “They remind me of a certain gem.”
“Like which gem—”
A voice interjects, “Hey! What are you doing to her?
Fear impaled me, and I frantically got off of Y/N. A blonde middle-aged man rushed by, quickly assisting Y/N.
“Get away from her!” He shouted, hiding Y/N behind him.
“Sir, we were just—”
“Go away!” He yells, “I won't let you hurt this woman!”
“I wasn't hurting her—”
“Richard, stop!” Y/N jumped in and added, “We know each other!”
“What?” His pale eyebrows furrowed. “You do?”
“Yes! We were playing.” Y/N says.
“Oh, my apologies!” The man laughed in embarrassment, “I'm Richard Smith! What is your name, sir?”
“I'm Killcode; it's nice to meet you too… But I also go by KC.” I said, giving a small glare in Richard’s direction.
“Killcode, quite an interesting name!” Richard commented, not noticing my glare.
“Thanks…” I gruffly replied.
Y/N looked around Richard and inquired, “Where's Grace?”
“Oh, she is playing with other children in the playground.” He turns to me and says. “I apologize for interrupting; I thought you were…”
“It's alright, Richard! It's just a misunderstanding.” She chuckles nervously, “Did she enjoy the doll?”
“Yes, she loves that doll to death! She never wants to be away from it even for a second! I haven't seen her get this attached to a toy in a long time!” He answers.
“That’s lovely! Do you and Grace come here often? Is this park on the list of favorites to go to?” She asks.
“Yes! Both Grace and I love this park!” Richard points at a nearby path. I also like that it has areas big enough to take strolls in; it makes a good place for father-daughter bonding!”
“That's nice!” Y/N replies.
“Anyways, that’s a lovely dress you're wearing!” Richard comments.
“Thanks, we gotta get going.” She approaches me and holds my hand. “KC wants to see more of this park!”
“Alright, Y/N! I can’t wait to pick you up tomorrow!” He walked and added, “Have a nice evening.”
“Bye!” Y/N waved her hand and shouted, “I can’t wait to look after Grace!”
“Bye!” Richard returned the wave and walked away.
We then strolled down a path, and throughout, I glanced at our surroundings, and waterfowl mothers passed by, looking for food while their offspring tried to keep close to them, chirping if they got far.
“So…” Y/N trailed off and added, “Do you like nature and animals?”
I turned my head to look at her and replied, “Yes! I do… I love everything about nature in general and all the beautiful creations that lay within it!.”
“Okay, what’s your favorite animal?” She asks, her eyes sparkling with interest.
“Well, I don’t have an actual favorite, but some intrigue me more than others,” I answer.
“Like what kind?” She inquires, grinning excitedly.
“Umm… I like felines since I’m cat-like…” I answered.
“I can see that! Your feet resemble a cat’s paw, and you purr when you are happy.” Her finger points at my feet, “They are so adorable!”
Flustered by her praise, I halt my walk as my system heats up so intensely that I have to look away and lower down. Y/N stopped, concerned about my actions.
Concerned about my reaction, she asks, “Is everything alright?”
I paused and replied, “...Yes...”
“You can tell me if you like. You don’t have to hide.” Y/N mentioned as her hand was caressing my back. My body twitched, startled by her soft touch. I collected myself after several seconds of being flustered and turned to her.
“Yes, I'm j-just... flattered...” I stutter.
“It's okay to be flattered!” She smiles calmly and adds, “I was a little concerned."
We then heard high-pitched chirping from a nearby bush. We tracked the source only to find a nestling of a black-capped chickadee. It squeaked, crawling around for shelter.
I crouch and ask. “Oh Dove, what should we do with this nestling?”
“Put it back into the nest,” Y/N replied.
Her hands attempted to assist the bird, but I stopped her and asked, “Don't its parents abandon it once you touch it?”
“No silly! It’s a myth.” Y/N giggled and explained, “Most birds identify their young by sight and hearing. So this nestling’s parents won’t smell a human’s touch.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that.” I glance at the nestling and ask, “How do you know?”
Y/N’s eyes sparkled as she explained, “When I was ten, I found a nestling mourning dove on the ground and gently carried it to its home. I occasionally checked on the nest through the window until one of its parents returned. It sat on the nest, not caring if I touched its young.”
Fascinated by her story, I commented. “Sounds like a nice experience.”
“It is. Mind if you help me reach this nestling’s home?” She asks.
“Not at all; I love giving kindness to others, especially animals. Get ready.” I instruct.
Y/N nods, gently scooping the nestling chickadee in her hands. My large clawed hands wrap around her waist, and I carry her up. Her hands softly land the young nestling in its home. I hold her body in a soft embrace. Her warmth fills my chill body like ice melting by the blazing sun.
The warmth felt so comforting that I couldn’t help but purr like a happy kitten, resting nice and cozy by the fireplace.
“Acting kittenish, aren’t you?” She asks, playfully teasing me.
I laughed at her teasing and replied, “Yes, I am. Want to keep walking?”
She nodded as I carefully put her down as if she was made of glass, and we kept walking, our hands holding. We walked out of the forest path, and hungry pigeons and doves approached us. They followed us, eyes big, and gently cooing as if pleading for something.
“They must be hungry; do you know anywhere where we can buy food?” Y/N asked.
“I know a store; follow me,” I replied.
We spotted a small store and searched for bags of sunflower seeds. Each time we passed a person, they would glance and sometimes stare at me. I felt secret comments flee their mouths, but I was protected since Y/N was with me. We entered the snack aisle and picked four bags of sunflower seeds.
We went to pay for the seeds, and a male cashier named Mark smiled at Y/N, but his grin widened as he saw me.
“KC! It’s been a while! Where have you been?” He greets.
“Mark?!” I exclaim and add, “Oh, it’s been a long time. How was your day?”
“It’s going good! My grandma told me about you and your family. How are your three boys?” He asks, scanning the bags.
“They are doing very well. How is your family doing?” I ask.
“They are great! I started working here a month ago." The cashier said, giving a small wink and a smile, indicating that he was joking, “And who is this pretty young lady?”
Pride filled me as I replied, “This is Y/N; we are on a date today.”
“WOW! You hit the jackpot with her!” Mark turned to Y/N and said, “Be sure to take care of him.”
“Thanks, Mark!” Y/N answered, flattered by his compliment.
“You're welcome, and if either of you needs help with anything, call me!” He looked into the cash register and added, “By the way, the total is four dollars.”
Y/N’s hand dug into her purse for a wallet and took out four dollars. She handed him the price, and he sneaked five dollars out of his pocket and gave it to us.
“Keep my five dollars; I thought you two would need extra money. Have a nice day!” He adds and waves as we walk.
We bid farewell, returned to the park, and began spreading seeds on the ground. The pigeons and doves feasted immediately. Y/N found two white doves and lowered herself to feed them.
One female dove approached her hand and began eating the sunflower seeds. The male dove waited until I lowered and showed him the seeds in my hand.
The doves feasted on our hands, and we slowly stood up, trying not to startle them. Seeing this as a potential moment for the two of us to bond romantically. I decided to speak up to see what Y/N's thoughts might be on love… We haven't dived deep into the subject… So I'm a little curious.
“Do you know that doves mate for life?” I ask.
Y/N chuckles as she gently pets her white dove, “I didn’t know that.”
“They do; they will always be together.” I feel the dove preen itself, adding. “Like a charming husband and his beautiful wife…”
Y/N’s dove cooed softly at her gentle touch. My dove began to preen from the side of my faceplate to my nightcap.
Y/N softly laughed at the sight and commented, “He likes you.”
“Yes… Your dove likes you as well.” I lent a claw for the dove to perch on and said, “I was wondering if you, um... love me back…”
Y/N paused, softly massaging the female dove's head. The dove cooed at the male dove, and I let her join him. The doves preen at each other, grooming their feathers and taking turns.
“Do you ever sit and think about how the universe works?” I pause for a moment and ask, “How does it give so many signs to a person when they’re supposed to go down a certain path?”
Y/N ponders, looking at the preening doves for a moment before looking back at me, asking, “Are you implying that you and I are like the doves? We are destined to be together at some point in our lives."
I locked eyes with her and replied. “Yes, my love…”
“That’s sweet of you… Yes, I love you back. I would love to see how you support my family!” Her lips curled up, “I’m also excited to see your sons. Have you told them about me?”
“Yes, I have... They are all excited about you.” I replied.
“That’s nice of them!” She says.
“Thanks, so…” I looked down at our doves. “Shall we release our doves?”
“Oh! Yes!” She approves.
I released the doves; we watched them fly together into a high tree. We hugged and went back to Y/N’s home. I opened the door, letting her in. Flattered by my polite manners, she giggled and put her stuff down.
“You are such a polite gentleman.” She compliments me.
“Thanks, Dove,” I replied, flattered by her praise.
“You're welcome. Anyway, I’m going to check on my father!” She says, approaching her father’s door.
I gasped as sudden fear impaled my body; I rushed to her father’s door and blocked it using my whole body.
“KC? What’s wrong? I just need to check on my father." Y/N says as she tries to walk around.
“NO! You can’t!” I snapped, my large body engulfing the entire door.
“Let! Me! In!” Y/N yelled, struggling her way to open the door.
“NO!” I protest.
“What is wrong with you?” Y/N inquires, her eyebrows furrowed as she crosses her arms.
“Your father is…” I thought for a moment and lied, “Sick…”
“Sick?” She cocks her head, “Sick from what?”
“My f-food…” I stammer and add, “He got sick from my food because I accidentally added too much pepper to his soup…”
“Okay,” she thought for a moment and asked, “What happened after that?”
“He vomited, and I took him to his room so he could rest while I cleaned up and helped him,” I answered.
She looks at me suspicious of my story. “Alright, what else?”
“His sickness is so contagious that I don’t want you to get sick, either. So I would advise that you let him rest and check on him tomorrow.” I lie.
“Okay… As long as you are honest with me…” Y/N checked her watch and reminded me, “Anyway, it’s now six o’clock. Do you want to go home or stay?”
“I have to go home; my children need me.” I approach her and touch her shoulder. “I hope you get some rest…”
“You too.” She yawns but covers her mouth. “I’m going to take a catnap in my room… Stay safe…”
“Alright, thanks… I’ll be there early in the morning,” I placed my large hand on her shoulder, “I hope you get some rest.”
Y/N went to collect her belongings and climbed up the stairs to rest. Once the footsteps fade. I secretly open the door and collect the bag with Joel’s corpse. I sneaked out and walked home.
Eclipse’s POV:
“OWW!! STOP!!” I yelled.
My mischievous twin brothers yank my orange sun rays, causing immense pain to sting my head from the pull on my rays.
“Quit it!” I tried to grab them and warned, “I’m telling Dad if you don’t stop!”
“Oh, Eclipse,” the Red Twin teased, hauling my ray, “but Father is not here right now.”
The front door opened, revealing my dad, Killcode. My brothers abruptly let go of my rays and ran to him.
“Father! Your home!” My brothers hugged him tightly and added, “We were worried about you!”
“I’m sorry for being late; I had some business to do,” Killcode replies before hugging them back.
“It's alright! Did you bring anything back for us from your adventure?” The calm blue twin asks, his mismatched, hypnotic eyes widening in excitement.
Killcode stood up straight and took a step back, hollering my name. “Eclipse!”
I quickly stood up and replied, “Yes, Dad, what is it?”
“I have a small gift for the twins. It’ll only be for a few minutes, and then you can come out and attend to your… Um... whatever you are doing..." he explains.
“Okay, but I’m tired and prefer to go rest…” I walked past them and commented, “Enjoy your gift, Fools!”
I climbed the stairs, entered my room, and sat on my desk chair. I picked up the mirror and aimed it at my sharp rays. One ray was slightly dislocated, so I put my finger on it and pushed it in.
I groaned as pain stung my head; luckily, it stopped as my ray clicked in, and my sun rays spun to test, and it worked.
I put down the mirror and went to lie in bed. However, I couldn’t sleep; something was off… Like a sickening squeeze in my system…
(“What is going on with my dad… It’s like he’s… not himself…”) I thought.
I applied the blanket over me, trying to get comfortable, but that sick feeling would not disappear. I gaze at the wooden ceiling, thinking of several reasons my dad is acting strange.
(“I’ll talk to him in the morning… Just rest…”) I thought.
My system then goes to rest mode…
To Be Continued…