Preface

The mysterious preface that explains almost nothing.

    She grabbed me by the arm and sharply pulled me to her.  Her people, the normal ones, are typically unkind towards mine.
    Her breath smells strongly of mint; what a cold flavour mint is.  It intertwined in swirling clouds with the harsh fall air in biting into me.
    "Talk." she stated bitterly with angry undertones.  It was not a question, a 'will you speak with me' like those I've heard spoken between them. It was a statement.  I would talk to her, or at least she thought I would.
    She tightened her hold on my arm, her black fingernails dug into my skin.  "Talk," she said again only this time she was less certain of herself or of my response.
     I said nothing. I will not speak to those who mean me harm.
     "Talk!" she shrieked, wild now.
     I calmly without a single whisper of sound opened up the lids on my eyes that hide what I am and make me appear to be human.
     Her eyes turned wide in fear.
     "Talk?" she whimpered, still persistent.
      And at that point I ran, phasing through objects as need be.
      I am not like her.  I am too different to be like her.
      I lingered at the door to the warehouse.  The tears rolled down my cheeks.  Why are they afraid of me?
      To her I am Lucifer, the angel turned devil who fell from the sky.  To my own, I am The Innocent.
      She walked out slowly.
      "Put your dagger on the ground." Her voice wasn't the only one that could give orders, mine was also a statement.  However, mine was not a threat and more importantly mine would be obeyed.  "If it will make you more comfortable I can hide them away again."
       "That won't be necessary" her face was a mask of courage.
        She looked at me expectantly and I merely glanced back.  Her brown-blond curls shimmered in the moonlight.
        "What is it you want to know?" I inquired in a polite tone.
         "Everything."
          "I can't possibly tell you everything."
          "Almost all of it then."
           I smiled then, seeing she was petrified, stopped.
            "I lived with your people once." I told her to start off.
            She seemed surprised.  "You think of us as monsters." I knew that to be true yet it never ceased to shock me.
            She did not deny it but instead asked, "Why?"
            "Because they were my parents."
            "Your parents are normal?" Is it so hard to believe normality can sire abnormality?
            "Were; my parents are dead."
            "How did it happen? ..." then she quickly added "if you don't mind my asking."  She never spoke to me again.

Author's Note

Please tell me what you think of it.

Reviews

[LeeLee Ryder]

Cryptic, no doubt...
I love the phrases: her face was a mask of courage &&
without a single whisper of sound opened up the lids
on my eyes that hide what I am ...... Keep going...
LeeLee Lizardry
Ps: I love your catch phrase: "The mysterious preface that explains almost nothing."

[Prodigo]

I agree with Henry

[Henry]

This is fairly intriguing so far, I'm interested to see what you will do with it.