Watching the snow slowly fall from the sky, I reached out my hand to catch one.
“If only everyday could be this...”
Hearing a small cry of sadness I looked round, to see a lonely little girl weeping beside a pond of frozen ice. I listened out to discover if anyone was with her, but no. Sighing deeply, as my warmth froze in mid air into a small cloud of ice, the girl sighted me. Getting up, i walked up to her, offering her my hand, she stared in shock, wiping her tears from her face, she brushed away her black hair, and gazed at me with the most beautiful golden eyes I had ever seen.
She whispered, shivering I didn’t know if it was because of the winter’s blanket of cold, or because she was scared. Rolling my eyes, with a huff, I dropped my body to the floor to sit next to her.
“Mister don’t you need to be with your...”
The girl glanced up at me, her eyes flashed a deep red, and then they returned back to their golden shade. I shook my head, and un-wrapped my light blue scarf, offering it to the girl, she smiled, showing a mouth full of sharp teeth, in surprise she covered her mouth with her hand.
She started to cry again, I rolled my eyes ounce again, wrapping the scarf around her neck, I sighed deeply.
“Kids, never like we used to be...”
Wiping her tears I smiled nervously, I never really knew how to deal with kids, especially not ones that were like me.
She asked shocked, as if she was my age.
“What’s ya name kid?”
I asked trying to communicate with the poor girl, maybe she was left, or... I gulped. If this girl was even more like me then I thought then she could, I turned my head to look at her ounce more, smiling she blinked. She opened her mouth just about to speak, when her eyes suddenly lit up, it was like she was in a trance when she lifted her hand up. Watching her, she was just about to grab my pendant, when I held her wrist, I stared deep into her.
“Mister, I... don’t have a name. Or a family.”
She muttered, letting go of her wrist, I lifted myself off the snow, and rubbed my head.
“Too, bad kid.”
I answered, just about to walk away, when she jumped up and hugged my arm. She hid her face deep, into my winter coat’s sleeve.
Pushing her off, I sighed, walking off, she continued to follow me.
“Don’t you want your scarf back?”
She asked, puffing, as she tried to keep up with me. Stopping in my tracks, I knelt down on my knee, and rubbed her hair, a slight smile spread on my face.
“Call it a Christmas gift.”
I laughed, and got up, dragging my feet through the snow, the sound of people pushing and shouting filled my ears ounce more.
“London. I return.”
I mumbled to myself, people of all shapes and sizes, walked all over the place. I loved everything being simple, but I didn’t like being in crowed places.
A little voice called from behind me, turning round I sighted the girl run up to me, and she stopped heaving in deep breaths of cold air. Catching her breath she lifted her head, to glare at me ounce more.
“Boy, you sure are fast mister, you been walking for over an hour now.”
She puffed. Rolling my eyes, I looked from side to side, to check that no one was getting involved in our conversation.
“Look kid; go back to where ever you came from.”
“Why? I like you.”
I smiled, then turned back round, and continued to walk.
“Can I come with you?”
She squealed, I could hear her trudging through the snow in jumps.
I answered, grabbing my shirt; I pulled it over my nose.
“Fuck. I forgot how bad humans smell.”
She asked again, damn fucking kid, why wouldn’t she leave me alone. This went on for another hour.
“Kid, you don’t wanna know why.”
I answered finally, stopping in the middle of a park, in the centre of the city. The girl laughed, it was if she was mocking me.
“Mister, what’s your name anyway?”
I yelled everyone glared at me; they all stopped as if they all were frozen, like time stopped. Then all at once they grouped up to hit and shove me.
“Why’d you say that to a kid?”
Some woman said, hitting me with a handbag. I covered my face even more, shielding my face and body, I tried to block out the punches and kicks that the people inflicted on me.
“Yeah, she’s only a little girl.”
A man screamed, punching me in the gut, I coughed in shock, damn kunt. He caught me off my guard, mind you, I didn’t expect this again. I came to London for peace, and what do I get a bunch of bitches and bastards, making me spew up my own blood, for telling a kid to f off, mind you. Where came from, no one cared anymore. Falling to my knees, the humans walked back a little, surrounding me in a circle.
“What’s your name anyway?”
The people flew, comments at me, lifting myself up, I wiped the blood from my mouth and cheek with my fist. I threw back my head and sighed.
“Fucking idiots, don’t concern yourself in my...”
“Your! You told a kid to F off. And you want respect.”
A woman spat on the floor, and walked over to me, grabbing her, I kissed her.
“Hey sexy, your kind of cute.”
Slapping me across the face she gagged, backing off, she stared at me in disbelief. I was hoping she had smelt my breath, it slinked of alcohol, and I hoped this could get me out of this situation but no.
“You drunken hobo!”
With this everyone started screaming at me again, whilst I was crowded by these rats, I saw one man try to help the kid. She kicked him in the knee, and ran in between the people, to come to me.
“Who do you live with?”
Someone asked, the girl grabbed my leg tightly.
“Hey, does anyone know the teen?”
A man of a broad like business man structure asked, he smiled at me.
“Wait a minute. He looks like that kid in the papers.”
“That one that the police want for a 100 quid”
Everyone tried to grab me again. The girl screamed as a woman grabbed her from my leg, reaching out the humans bombarded me, before you know it; one smashed a glass bottle into my face and boom. I woke up in a cell.
I smashed, my fist against the wall, causing a crack to form in its side. The dark walls, groaned with the impact of my brute force, I couldn’t change because I was room mated by another human, who was about the same age as me (well appearance anyway.) This reminded me of when I nearly went for my death, when I faced the royalty training. A small sink, and bowl which was yellowed from urine, was placed next to the kid. Two broken down bunks hung from the left wall, creaking they only hung on by a faulty hinge, and moth eaten cloth was our duvets.
A voice called to me.
“Shut it Trey.”
I looked round to see a man of a muscular build, with a sturdy face, and brown eyes, he was dressed in the usual police man uniform. Walking over to the jail cell, he laughed.
“And we thought we’d never catch ya. You had us serchin for a good 2 years in Spain didn’t ya Trey.”
I dragged my feet across the floor, to stop right in front of the bars; I lifted my head, grabbing the bars. I smiled. This son-of-a-bitch thought he had me trapped, I would break out, but I couldn’t be bothered.
“You think you can contain me? Hah! Just you try.”
“Ya not getin out of this cell, my dear Trey.”
I joked; twisting the bars I tried to bend them, yet nothing. Fuck, he had made them out of Demon diamond, no demon even royalty could break in (well in human form at least,) and that boy made me think twice about changing.
“Smart move, Joe.”
“That girl who followed you, she wants to speak to you tomorrow, maybe you might be let out, if you can explain...”
Joe turned round, just about to walk off, when I yelled at him.
He twisted round, and stared at me in disgust, spitting in my face he spoke.
“You make me sick. Murderer.”
Joe returned to walking off.
“Who did I kill?!”
I asked, shocked, I hadn’t killed a human. So why were these kunts on my trail? A long silence passed, before I broke it with seeing my roommate. The boy behind let out a small scream, and shuffled closer to the corner. I turned to face him.
“I’m not the enemy here.”
I tried to soothe him, he just shook with fear, sighing I hung my head and screamed at Joe.
“Come back and tell me, you worthless SON-OF-A-BITCH!”
Joe screamed, a sickly feeling filled the cell. It hovered like death, gripping his scythe he clung to my heart and dragged it to my throat.