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CHAPTER 4- What We Are
We are what we are. It doesn't matter what you are, whether you're living or undead. You're that, and people classify as that. With that, you have a choice. You can try to control yourself, and be a good person. But your inner demon seems to always be lurking in the shadows. Waiting for the tiniest opportunity to act. Whether you're human or not, monsters are in us all.
-Death the Reaper
The next morning Elliot woke up in his cage, sorer than ever. "Oh, God," he said, rubbing his back with his right hand. "What happened?"
Feeling his back, Elliot rubbed his hand over the scabbed over knife wound. "The hell is that?"
Walking down with clothes and a bottle of water, Essa saw that Elliot was awake. "Hey, Elliot!" She greeted him, looking at his knife wound. "Umm, are you okay?"
"What happened last night?" Elliot asked.
"Umm, it's a long story. Not very important or worth repeating." Essa said, looking nervous and even sounding the same when she talked.
"Essa," Elliot said, "I got a mark across my back that hurts whenever I touch it and," feeling a slight sting when he moved his mouth up, he touched his left cheek on the side of his face. "There's also a painful mark on my face. So please, tell me what happened."
"Uhh, well," Essa said uncomfortably. "You and Kellion kind of got into a fight after you broke out of your cage."
"WHAT!?" Elliot yelled.
What followed was a long explanation of what happened, a long speech about how guilty Elliot felt, how Essa comforted him, and how we all went upstairs. Elliot went to go take a shower since he smelled like dog, and I followed Essa to watch TV. Of course, I should have expected a fourteen year old girl to watch Hanna Montana. No offense, but when you're a seventeen million year old reaper, that kind of show just doesn't seem so appealing. So when she left to go get a drink, I quickly changed the channel to the tv show, The Whitest Kids U Know, and tossed the remote out the window.
"Hey Elliot, " Essa said, knocking on the bathroom door after hearing the shower turn off. "Are you okay?"
"Yah," Elliot said. "I'm fine! I'll be out in a minute…"
He sure didn't sound fine to me, but Essa just took his answer and came back into the living room, immediately trying to find the remote to change the TV back to her channel. When she finally gave up her search, she decided to use the TV guide buttons on her TV box, and I decided to go check on Elliot. I was glad to see that his pants were on, because I really wasn't thinking about it when I walked through the door.
He was looking at his face in the mirror, and the mark on his left cheek. Essa told him that Kellion hit him with a metal pipe to keep him from attacking. It must have been silver, he thought, because now it was a permanent scar.
"Hey," Kellion said, walking though the front door, and holding the TV remote. "Did the remote not pay the rent or something?"
"Hey Kellion," Essa said, greeting him. She saw the torn up edge of his shirt under his jacket. "What happened?"
"Oh, nothing. I uhh," Kellion tried to think of an excuse. "Tripped and fell."
Before Essa could ask another question, Kellion walked towards his room quickly. Until Elliot walked out of the bathroom.
"Uhh, hi Elliot…" Kellion said, nervous and filled with guilt after seeing the scar he made on Elliot's face. "I'm so sorry man! You were comin' at me and I didn't know what to do—"
"Kellion!" Elliot said, snapping his friend out of it. "Dude… It's alright man… I wanted you to defend yourself and Essa against me if I ever tried to attack you… I'm glad you did… What happened to your shirt?"
"Uhh, it's a long story…" Kellion said. "And I'm tired, so I'm just gonna go to bed. Night."
"Night?" Elliot asked, looking outside. "But it's day- oh whatever."
We are what we are. It doesn't matter what you are, whether you're living or undead. You're that, and people classify as that. With that, you have a choice. You can try to control yourself, and be a good person. But your inner demon seems to always be lurking in the shadows. Waiting for the tiniest opportunity to act. Whether you're human or not, monsters are in us all.
-Death the Reaper
The next morning Elliot woke up in his cage, sorer than ever. "Oh, God," he said, rubbing his back with his right hand. "What happened?"
Feeling his back, Elliot rubbed his hand over the scabbed over knife wound. "The hell is that?"
Walking down with clothes and a bottle of water, Essa saw that Elliot was awake. "Hey, Elliot!" She greeted him, looking at his knife wound. "Umm, are you okay?"
"What happened last night?" Elliot asked.
"Umm, it's a long story. Not very important or worth repeating." Essa said, looking nervous and even sounding the same when she talked.
"Essa," Elliot said, "I got a mark across my back that hurts whenever I touch it and," feeling a slight sting when he moved his mouth up, he touched his left cheek on the side of his face. "There's also a painful mark on my face. So please, tell me what happened."
"Uhh, well," Essa said uncomfortably. "You and Kellion kind of got into a fight after you broke out of your cage."
"WHAT!?" Elliot yelled.
What followed was a long explanation of what happened, a long speech about how guilty Elliot felt, how Essa comforted him, and how we all went upstairs. Elliot went to go take a shower since he smelled like dog, and I followed Essa to watch TV. Of course, I should have expected a fourteen year old girl to watch Hanna Montana. No offense, but when you're a seventeen million year old reaper, that kind of show just doesn't seem so appealing. So when she left to go get a drink, I quickly changed the channel to the tv show, The Whitest Kids U Know, and tossed the remote out the window.
"Hey Elliot, " Essa said, knocking on the bathroom door after hearing the shower turn off. "Are you okay?"
"Yah," Elliot said. "I'm fine! I'll be out in a minute…"
He sure didn't sound fine to me, but Essa just took his answer and came back into the living room, immediately trying to find the remote to change the TV back to her channel. When she finally gave up her search, she decided to use the TV guide buttons on her TV box, and I decided to go check on Elliot. I was glad to see that his pants were on, because I really wasn't thinking about it when I walked through the door.
He was looking at his face in the mirror, and the mark on his left cheek. Essa told him that Kellion hit him with a metal pipe to keep him from attacking. It must have been silver, he thought, because now it was a permanent scar.
"Hey," Kellion said, walking though the front door, and holding the TV remote. "Did the remote not pay the rent or something?"
"Hey Kellion," Essa said, greeting him. She saw the torn up edge of his shirt under his jacket. "What happened?"
"Oh, nothing. I uhh," Kellion tried to think of an excuse. "Tripped and fell."
Before Essa could ask another question, Kellion walked towards his room quickly. Until Elliot walked out of the bathroom.
"Uhh, hi Elliot…" Kellion said, nervous and filled with guilt after seeing the scar he made on Elliot's face. "I'm so sorry man! You were comin' at me and I didn't know what to do—"
"Kellion!" Elliot said, snapping his friend out of it. "Dude… It's alright man… I wanted you to defend yourself and Essa against me if I ever tried to attack you… I'm glad you did… What happened to your shirt?"
"Uhh, it's a long story…" Kellion said. "And I'm tired, so I'm just gonna go to bed. Night."
"Night?" Elliot asked, looking outside. "But it's day- oh whatever."
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I think that you overdid,when said that Kellion have 17,000,000 years old! From what planet he come from?Seventeen millions yeas ago,the human beings not existed yet! However,I liked of the part when you talk about the inner demons inside everyone - doesn´t matter if the people is alive or undead.Good idea,dude!