Chapter One: “Second Chance”
Author's Note
This is my first chapter, not all that great, but they will get better once the next two chapters come out. Please enjoy and tell me how you liked it. Any ideas for me, please be free to tell me.
Enjoy!
Chapter One: “Second Chance”
It’s midnight now, all the kids are soundly asleep dreaming away about maybe getting to have a family, or even dreaming about wishing to get out of this hell hole. While the kids sleep away, I finish up the last sentence of the note I’m leaving for the kids. I look it over to see if I didn’t put any difficult words for them to read or understand. Once that’s done I tape it to the rail of the bunk bed I sleep on. I carefully get off so I wouldn’t disturb the kids that sleep around me. I get all my stuff ready so I can be done with the task at hand. Once everything is good to go, I reach under my pillow and take out the blade I’ve been hiding from the kids and the old witch.
I tuck the blade away into one of the pockets of my shorts, and prepare to leave. But someone decided to wake up unexpectedly and look my way with a drowsy look of confusion.
“Big brother?” Amelia says quietly as she rubs her eyes so she can get a better look at me. “Where are you going?” She looks up at me with tired curious eyes.
I sit on the edge of her bed and give her a warming smile. Amelia is a little girl that I’ve adored since the day she has arrived. She’s been the one that’s been the closest to me ever since I saved her from the nasty cruel lady. Amelia’s about five an a half years old and doesn’t talk or play with any of the kids here. She always spent her time with me when I’m not playing with any of the other kids. Amelia is a very very shy girl and she’s easily frightened by things, but she can at times stand up for herself.
Amelia has long white silky hair that reaches to her legs, eyes the color of emeralds and smooth light tanned skin. She’s like a little cute girl from those anime shows I use to watch back when I was third-teen. Her being that, I’m the total opposite of her. I like to keep my hair really short because I hate having long hair. My hair is a three on top with a taper fade, and I always gotta have a crispy nice looking line up. My hair is a dark brown color, my eyes being a soft hazel color and my skin color being a bit darker than Amelia’s. I always have scars that riddle my body. I have one nasty one from when I saved Amelia. It starts from the top of my right eyebrow and ends on my cheek.
Luckily the injury didn’t blind my right eye.
I put a hand on Amelia’s head and tussle her hair around softly. “I’m gonna leave this place, and I’m not going to come back.” After that sentence leaves my lips, I regretted it ever leaving. Amelia’s eyes start to spill tears from the corners. Her eyes wide with horror at the thought of me leaving. Leaving her. Alone.
“Let me go with you.” She says quickly but quietly so she wouldn’t wake up the kids around us. I sigh as I slowly shake my head.
Amelia launches herself into my lap and hugs my body tightly, her face pressed up against my chest, staining my shirt with tears. “Please let me go with you, I don’t wanna stay here without you.” She mumbles in my chest. She starts to tremble with fear, a sign I know to well of what’s coming up next. I quickly wrap my arms around her and rock my body back and forth to quickly calm the anxiety attack she was going to have.
“Shh shh....relax Amelia.” I say softly to her to calm her. “I’m taking you with me, ok? But you have to listen and behave. Now just calm down, breath in and breath out.”
She’s does as she’s told and takes in a shaky breath in and then out. She does this for a few times not even bothering to release her grip on me, afraid she might lose me if she even loosens up a bit.
I mentally cuss myself out for being so careless with the choice of words that had to slip out my stupid ass mouth. Seeing her in this state breaks my heart. Seeing this gentle girl breaking down like this pains ones soul to no end. Now I have to take her with me, I can’t leave her here. Not while that old hag is still breathing.
Amelia shifts around on my lap and rubs her face against my chest. “I’m leaving with you, right?” She mumbles.
“Yes you’re going with me, so go get your bag and pack your clothes up. Do it quietly though.”
She nods her head and quickly does has she says. After that’s all done, she puts the straps of her bag over shoulders and gives me a thumbs up meaning she’s ready to go. I smile and wipe the tears away from her cheeks with my thumbs.
“Come on then.” I said.
We walk out quickly from the room full of children and out into the hallway. The whole time, Amelia holds my hand with an iron grip.
The Old Hags Room
We stand outside of the woman’s room, cautiously looking at it, as if she’s going to open that door at any moment. But, I know she won’t be opening that door anytime soon, she’s dead asleep. She’s been snoring pretty loud ever since she’s been getting old.
I grab my bag, open it, and pull out some gloves. I put them on so I wouldn’t get any of my hand prints on the door. I take the blade out of my pocket hide it from the eyes of Amelia. I look down at her and see her fiddling with her jacket nervously. I take a knee so I can be eye level with her.
“Hey, Amelia.” I say her name to get her attention. She looks up at me with her cute emerald eyes with fear, excitement, and curiosity. Fear being next to the door of the hags, excitement about being with me and going along with me, and curiosity of wondering where we’ll go. “Ok Amelia, I want you to stand out her quietly. Don’t come into the room for any reason. The only reason you can come in is if one of the security guards is walking by. You understand?” She nods her head.
I nod my head back. “Don’t worry ok, I will only take a few seconds and I’ll be right out.”
I get up and open the door as quietly as possible. I walk in and close the door gently so it wouldn’t make any noise. I tighten my grip on the blade that I hold in my right hand out of anger at how comfortable that bitch is sleeping, while the kids sleep on uncomfortable beds. I walk up to the right side of the old woman’s bed and look down at her with a cold blank look on my face. I switch the blade to my left hand and raise it over me. My right hand goes over her mouth and I clamp my hand down on it so she wouldn’t scream out. This gets the woman to awake suddenly with fright. Her eyes quickly dart towards me and soon widden with fear. Before she move her arms towards me, I bring down the blade down to her chest. After doing that, I failed to notice red demonic looking eyes watching me with much interest.
Couple Minutes Later
I walk out into the room and back into the hallway where Amelia awaits me. She’s runs up to me and hugs me tightly. I give out a soft chuckle at how clingy she is. It’s rather adorable to me when she acts like this. I’m glad she isn’t asking questions about why I was in the woman’s room.
“Alright Amelia, lets get going be-....” I get interrupted by a voice that sounds utterly terrifying. This voice is deep and monstrous that the only words I can describe it is demonic in a way.
”My dear boy, you have peaked my interest in you. You showed such coldness in killing the woman that’s caused much pain.” The mysterious face chuckles darkly.
I feel Amelia clinging to my form in a desperate manner to get away from the voice. I pull her behind me and take out the knife in a defensive manner.
“Who in the hell are you? And what in the hell you want with me?”
This is insane. This is something that I never thought would happen to me. A demon talking to me from who knows where. This is unreal and unheard of.
”Who am I you ask? Well I’m Grogar ruler of Tartarus, or what you humans call “hell”. Anyways my young lad, I came here to ask you a simply question. Don’t make this difficult either, it’s just a yes or a no. Got it?”
I listen cautiously to every word he says, I then slowly nod my head.
”Good, now my qu-...” Before he can finish his sentence, the police burst through the double doors at the end of the hallway with their guns raised my way.
“Freeze! Put your hands in the air and drop any weapons you have on you now! We will open fire if you do not cooperate!”
‘Shit.’ I mentally say.
I must have been to distracted in killing the old bag to notice that there were cameras in her room. Even worse I was to distracted to hear the sirens of the cop’s cars coming our way.
Amelia is in a state of panic, she doesn’t know what’s going on. That’s when her anxiety attack starts to kick in, and there’s no way I’m going to help her out this time. So there’s only one thing I can do. I quickly take out a needle, and inject her with a general anesthesia. It was the only choice I had at the moment.
Bang!!!
At this point, I don’t even know what’s going on. My body felt heavy and numb after hearing what sounded to be a gunshot. I guess I got shot because I wasn’t listening to the officers orders, or he thought I was doing something harmful to Amelia.
I feel my body falling to the floor ever so slowly. My vision blurry as I stare at Amelia, her body on the floor as the anesthesia quickly took its affect on her. The corners of my eyes start to leak droplets of tears.
‘I’m sorry Amelia, but I guess.... I wasn’t able to keep my promise to you.”
Then without warning a bright flash erupts in front of me, and the voice of Grogar speaks out to me again.
”Your not dying on me yet boy. You have much to do in this next life of yours, so stop the crying because your going to still keep that promise of yours.
And with that said, we were gone in a flash with no trace of me or Amelia.
