The
little dark-haired girl was there again, standing with her head titled
to the side, eyes wide open and her pupils darting back and forth. She
was always there; waiting, watching, and planning. She was always where
children would see her, whether that was at a park, in their home, or at
their school. This time she was following a little brown haired boy and
his mother as they were on their way to the marked.
A small
haunting, yet sad smile fluttered to her ruby red lips. She knew her
purpose; knew what she was sent back to do. She had to get rid of the
evil on this Earth. For the children. For the children.
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"Heavens
child, what is wrong with you?" The redheaded woman pulled on her
child's arm. "Stop standing there. We're going to be late!" She snapped
her fingers in front of the boy's face, but the dazed like look, almost
eerie, did not waver. His mouth was slightly open, his small frame
shaking. Her could see her again. The little girl who was there one
minute and when he looked away and back again, she would be gone, but
this time she was there no matter how many times he looked away. She was
just standing and staring across the street as traffic passed
in-between them.
The woman sighed. "Nathan!" She looked across
the parking lot to the small store that was going to be closing in ten
minutes. She pulled on his arm again a little too roughly, anger
building up in her. She yelled his name several more times, but could
not get his attention away from the street.
Still the boy stared. He couldn't look away from the little girl this time.
"NATHAN!"
Nothing.
The
little girl rubbed her hands together. "It will be tonight, Nathan,"
she told him. "Don't worry Nathan, Emily is coming. Emily will save
you."
"You don't like your mommy, do you, Nathan?" The girl
asked, coming closer to the frozen boy and his mother. Each time the
girl got closer, it was like she only moved when Nathan's eye blinked;
she didn't seem to be moving at all.
Tears started to run down Nathan's cheeks.
"Oh
My God! Somebody!" His mother cried, pulling the boy into her arms. The
red color of his tears looked exactly like blood, though how was that
possible.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The tears of blood
continue to pour from his eyes; his white colorless pupils void of all
life; his body trembled. Was he having a seizure?
"Nathan!"
"Midsummer
Nights..." Emily whispered, looking up at the Heavens. "I will rid the
world of the evil on midsummer nights, like they ridded the world of
me..." She spoke in a child-like voice that sounded sad and scary at the
same time.
Ethan passed out.
END