midnight huntress by gentille333 (android e book reader .txt) 📕

make it stay. “Ares,” he said to himself. What is this name, why have one if no one will know it but you yourself. Ares a name forgotten yet always stuck with him. A name he had to keep for the sake of his mother and even for the men who left with a piece of her heart. Dreams, scary nightmares but what could he do, she knew nothing of him, knew nothing of another human like herself. He shouldn’t care if she knew nothing; he had to follow through the whole plan. They didn’t know of her mother not about her smiles, her jokes and her laughter that filled the whole place when she was happy, they knew nothing but they took her. Murdered her in front of him with no mercy.
“Boy if you don’t want your mother dead you better do as I say,” he would say over and over with that oily smile of his, holding a knife over her neck and as a boy “Mommy” mattered a lot so he would do as he was told. Watching every moment his mother got sicker, and sicker. One day mommy was working, hadn’t eaten for days, looked at me and simply said. “I can’t honey, find them and be free for me and you,” she smiled using the tone she usually used only with me when she said ‘I love you’. Running to her, he caught me, the bastard wouldn’t let me hold my mother for one last time. Still breathing, he took it, the rock so red with blood smashing into bone and flesh the wails and screams that echoed throughout the forest. “Mommy,” I whispered tears in my eyes. “What did you do?” Screaming and running towards her, holding her bloody lifeless body in my hand. “She was a waste of my time anyway, and if you don’t want this to happen to you, you better listen,” he said with a victory scowl. No, he couldn’t care; life was over for him scared so scared with the weakness shining in his eyes. Mommy his only protector gone from the world never to return. “Be glad he died with my hands, because back in that world she would have suffered more,” he said and fear would enter in my heart and along came hatred cold icy hatred for the people who destroyed her, they knew nothing of how beautiful she was, how she risked her life to save me, they knew nothing yet they took her life away. Then slowly man’s teeth descended taking crimson red droplets of blood in himself. He was like them, crazy, ugly and a murderer, said that her blood will keep him in the world longer. Taking everything and leaving a corpse behind. But I knew, I knew that if my mother wanted vengeance then vengeance I will redeem. “Come here.” He would say everyday since his mother was thrown into a hole. And everyday he would use those sharp teeth cutting through my skin and drinking taking my life day by day. Till the day I couldn’t stand it any more, the call of the night called me night after night and I had to escape. Hatching a plan I ran and the cold Steele knife that cut my stomach was the souvenir I got.
Shivering, Ares erased the memories away remembering the task at hand. He had to find the girl’s own pendent before she noticed it was missing, looking behind, he tried to see if he could detect any movement, but it was all clear, walking into the water Ares shivered welcoming the cold chill in his body.
“What kind of person loses a pendent in the water,” he muttered to himself, especially the one she seems to care about, as the thought came he reached for the one he always had since her mother left, letting his finger circle around the shape of the wings, letting the touch soothe him. Looking and grabbing he reached into the sea and found the colored pendant, a bright purple tear glimming back at him with wires that seemed to glow along. Holding it in his hands he walked out of the cold water and started back to her cove. Looking down, Ares noticed that the pants he had were ripped and torn from his knee up. “Another tear, as if I have any money to buy more,” he sighed softly realizing that soon he will have to steal more money from passing by tourist to get his clothes. Knowing that the last time he took the money the women screeched so loud poor animals had hearing problems for weeks. Not that he was at fault; he needed some means to walk around without the breeze in unwanted places.

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Publication Date: 10-19-2010

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Dedication:
to vampires, chimene, joseph, joy, charlotte habuhazi, desire ntakarutimana and lots of my best friends.