Amoureux by Brainne K (best books under 200 pages TXT) 📕

look in the direction I knew the yellow toothed man would come from. I heard the clack of shoes on the smooth floor and the tuneless song was reaching a pitch I didn’t care to hear. Echoing off the narrow walls of the room the whistling was ear splitting, I couldn’t help but cringe and close my eyes tight hoping it would go away. My ears ringging my eyes feeling like over inflated water balloons I fought the urge to bite my lip. I could no longer hear the footsteps, only the high pitched whistle that I was sure no longer came from the man but my own spinning head.   

    “Good morning sunshine,” The whisp of air from the door, surprised me out of my own self enduced torcher. I couldn’t help but draw in a breath of surpise. I breathed heavily, and licked my dry lips. I didn’t want to look at the man, I didn’t want him to see the fear in my eyes. “ How is our little angle this morning?” The man walked closer to my bed stoped at my feet. “Well?” there was expectence in his voice, I ignored it. “I asked you a question!” he yelled slamming his hands down on the metal bed frame.   

 I jumped near out of my skin and whimmperd. This mad man scared me, and I was showing it… giving him satisfaction. “Look at me,” his voice was rough and demanding. I didn’t want to. ‘no one should have to look at him‘.  

   I smiled to myself forgetting for a second how he could be waiting to kill me. This is how I copped with danger I laughed in its face. If I were to die right this very second, at least I would die smiling. He still had his long spindely fingers on the frame of my bed, leaning forward trying to anticipate what I might say. “Well?” he growled impatintly. I couldn’t help but smile wider. I lifted up my head as far as the wiers would let me, looked strieght into his black fathomles eyes behind glasses, and replied, “Fine,” he stratend, “Thanks for asking, sunshine.” I spat the last word like I had gagged on something horrific tasting. As I slowly laid my head back down, instead of yelling and cursing me on the spot the yellow toothed man leaned his head back and with a great whoop of laughter said, “Isn’t she something?” and nuged one of the men in white coats who nodded and smiled as if it were actually funny.  

   I swallowed hard as I realized I had really doged a bullet. The room was quite but the mood had lightened and the atmosphere was almost breathable. The man put his hands behind his back and slowly started to walk to the side of my bed, and said, “You know…” and paused as if he really was having trouble finding words, when it seemed to me he had rehursed whatever he was going to say in front of his bathroom mirror, then whent on, “There has been many great leaders in history: Julius Ceaser, Napoleon Bonapourt… but my favorite has always been Hitlar.” he sat on the end of my bed just like a grandfather might to a grandchild right before bedtime when the child askes for a goodnight story. “His plan was almost flawless, wiping out an entire race of people to builed, if you will, a  ‘perfect race’ of human beings. He saw perfect as German, blonde hair and blue eyes. But there was one problem… Can you guess what that is?” He looked at me intently.   

 “Hitlar was a shpycopathic murderer?” He smiled and let out a breath of frustration looking down at his hands then back at me.   

 “No,” he said quietly. Then with one swift movement he was on top of me, face just inches away from mine. I turned my head so I wouldn’t have to meet his dark evil eyes with my own fearful ones. “Humans,” he hissed getting closer to my ear, “aren’t perfect.” His whispered words sent shivers down my spine.     He was still on top of me smiling and I was having trouble breathing. “What does this have to do with anything?” I managed to get out. I felt his smile fade and he lifted his weight from me.   

 There was movment to my right, and knowing I couldn’t turn my head far enough to see what it was, I went completely stiff. The man walked to the sliding door and the Demon Rank soldiers followed. There was a hiss and the door flew open, the soldiers went first, there was movement again but this time to my right. I had to get someones attention. For all I know it could be worse then what the yellow toothed man could ever do to me. “You didn’t answer my question!” I yelled in desperation.  

   The man turned just as he was about to step through the threshhold of the room. By the smile on his face this was the right question to ask. “Dear Sylvia,” He looked at me sincerely, as I felt the surpised look cross over my face, I hadn’t used that name in almost nine years. “Did your father teach you nothing?” With the mention of my father I lost it, tears streamed down my face.   

 “What do you know about my father?” He looked at me and smiled. He tapped the side of his nose in the gesture that said that was for him to know and for me to never find out. He turned to leave again, this time I didn’t see movement but a single black feather slowly drifted down from above me to lay on the blanket covering my stomach.   

 “Oh, and the answer to your earler question,” he smiled again, this time showing his disgusting yellow teeth, “Your not human.”  

   His smile faded when he saw the feather, he narrowed his eyes and with a furry his mouth dropped in surprise, he yelled for the soldiers but everything seemed to go so fast that I never found out if they ever got there. In a flash of black everything was silent.

The Escape

It was dark and I felt as if I were floating in nothingness. The black embrassing me in a sweet hug. I welcomed the darkness and tried to fall deeper into it. I was happy here and wished I could stay. “Isabelle?” That voice. I wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing. I looked around not seeing anything. I tried to blink but it was as dark behind my eyelids as it was in the space around me. Than again “Isabelle?” this time louder. Than all at once the darkness seemed to disapear and I was looking up at Bren in a black blur.  

   “Whats going on?” I heard someone else ask. It was a voice I didn’t recognize. It was the voice of a man and he had the urgency of a doctor. “Why do her eyes look like that?” It was the same voice.     I tried blinking again and found pain. My eyes were burning like white fire. I made an inhuman noise that surprised myself. My head was spinning and I didn’t understand what was happening. “Someone help me!” I could hear Bren yell through my screams. “Where do you want her?” I was suddenly aware of the hard cold floor underneath me and then it was gone. I kept trying to blink but the pain forced out another ear splitting shriek into my throut. What was happening to me?

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 Dear Mr. Butler,  

   Why did you leave? When Ken’s dad served me breakfast I was confused. You are the only person who ever serves meals. I like how you do it better. Daddy has been gone for a long time in his office. I don’t like it. You need to come back before Ken’s birthday. Why didn’t you wait until after his birthday? He misses you too and so does Sandy. When I asked her where you went she started crying. I hope your safe. Come home soon O.K?   

 Love,   

     Sylvia

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 It was starting to go black again and Bren was yelling. “Todd! Move the beds together!” and, “Ronny! Get a cool washcloth!” He yelled several more orders and it seemed the only one not getting yelled at was Candice.

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   Dear Mr. Butler,     I was listening to the radio and Sandy was crying. She and my mother both were crying. I have never seen mommy cry like that and it scared me. Even daddy was upset and had to go to his office again. A man came to see daddy and when Sandy said he was busy he barged in and went to daddy’s office. I don’t like him, he isn’t very nice. I don’t understand, but the radio man said something about the angel virus thing daddy is working on. You didn’t say goodbye to me before you left to visit your friend so I am sad now. I hope you come home soon.  

   Love,      

   Sylvia

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    I hurt so much. I don’t know how much more I can take! My eyes! Someone help me.

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   Dear Mr. Butler,     How are you? When are you coming home? I miss you so much! Mother said I am getting a puppy for a play mate and I am really excited! I have a question for you,

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   Bren put my thrashing and shrieking body on the cusion of what I guessed to be one of the beds.

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Sandy was telling me something about the virus father has been working on. I don’t understand it. She said that a lot of people are hurting because of it.

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 I couldn’t control myself and I was scared. All the voices swerling around me were becoming silent, and I didn’t want to go back into the nothingness.

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I am not sure what she means but is that why you had to leave, to see your friend I mean? Because he is sick? Does he have the angel virus?

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   To me the silence was like death.

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You haven’t written me back yet and this is my third letter. So you better write me back Mr. Butler! I miss you! 

   Love,   

     Sylvia     

   Dear Mr. Butler,     That man… that strange man. He was here, at the house again. I don’t like him. He gives me a funny feeling in my tummy. He doesn’t bring me any presents like other people do. Daddy said it was because he doesn’t have as much money as all his other friends. Ken was sick today and I had no one to play with exept for my new puppy.     Mother says the puppy is a better play mate than you or Ken. That made me feel sad. I also have Sandy to play with. She is helping me with my spelling. I hope you come back soon Mr. Butler. I miss you a lot.   

 Love,   

     Sylvia    

    “Sylvia! Are you up there again reading over that letter?”   

 “Yes Sandy, I am. I have to make sure its perfect!”