Ruins Chapter 15"I don't think I've ever seen so many trees in one place in my life," I said faintly.
This was, in fact, the truth. How was it possible all these trees were here? They stretched tall and imposing, countless numbers of trees.
The man, the motorcycle man, startled us, and I was already on edge. Mercifully, he actually proved to be helpful. I think. I don't know. I wasn't the one leading this expedition. Keil was the one in charge. I was just here for the ride.
Now, needless to say, as excited as I was to see the forest, hiking through it was an entirely separate issue. A few hours into our hike, I was ready to die. It was no news to me that I was out of shape, but this was ridiculous. We finally took a break.
" and try to stay out of poison ivy," Keil explained.
Poison ivy. Poison ivy? One of those trivial things you hear about only once or twice in your life in Central, as there was no poison ivy there. Poison ivy? Darn it, I've heard about it before what does it d
Ruins Chapter 13Well, things were certainly going in a different direction than I would have ever expected. The mercenary headquarters was the last place I would ever think I would willingly find myself. I felt slightly suspicious of everyone there, half-expecting them to betray Keil and I, and throw me in prison. I trusted Silver, though, for some reason.
Silver. That man intimidated me quite a bit, but I was fascinated beyond belief by him. I also found his cutting wit refreshing. It had been a long while since I had truly spoken with someone like him. Actually, I do not believe I have ever met anyone quite like him in my life, and I had met some pretty interesting types
The man I spoke with the most, however, was Garret. We got along nicely. He occasionally cracked jokes about my criminal past, but he treated me well. When word went around the place that I was making myself and Keil some bulletproofed shirts (I was still mourning the loss of my last one), Garret was very impressed.
Rainbow TrainWe sat and watched the storm,
Rumble along quickly like a train.
And then, there it was, a rainbow!
We looked at it for a long time.
But we could not stay there forever,
The hour eventually came for us to leave.
And we were back to real life, wishing to leave,
Because the rage of the storm
Seemed like forever.
We wanted to board the train
And escape for a time
In the great big glory of a rainbow.
Oh, the vivid colors of a rainbow!
It makes you wish the shade would leave
Along with the hovering time.
Yet the storm
Will always rage on, like an everlasting train:
Everlasting, ever travelling, forever.
Our love of forever
Seeing that rainbow.
We wanted so badly to board that train,
And of this depth take leave
To escape a bright dark storm.
However, it is watching us, that time.
Everything is speeding up, I can't stop time,
It seems like forever
Is getting shorter, thanks to the storm.
It's farther away as we leave.
It is here, the train.
The tracks lead older, oh the train!
Ruins Chapter 11She had shared her story with me.
To be honest, I had not expected Keil to. I told my story because I felt she deserved to know what was going on, not because I had wanted to lure her into telling her own painful and dark past. I sat on the bathroom floor, feeling the cold tile slowly warm from my body as my thoughts wandered. I did cry a little. But I mostly thought. If someone today asked me what I had been thinking about so fervently, I wouldn't be able to tell them. I can't remember. Either way, something eventually pulled me out of my thought process. Something under the guise of the smell of pizza.
Man, I was hungry. I had just begun on a particularly cheesy slice when she took me off guard by speaking. And her story was disturbing.
"Don't give up on your brother, Skullcatcher," she sighed, "As much as you might think you have, you haven't lost him yet."
I was shaken by this thought. I had never really thought of my situation in that way before. Yet it made sense. My brother was
Hero"Oh, you are our hero!" they cry, "We love you!"
I look down at them all. I look at them bowing to me,
Hands extended upward to me. Their eyes rolling in a
Frenzy to just get a look at me, crawling, foaming at the mouth.
"Oh, you are our hero!" they cry, "We exalt you!"
Their fingers grasp at the air, trying to just catch a molecule
Around me. Stupid, mindless, animals they are.
"You!" they cry gloriously, "You! You!"
Me, me, me.
"Oh, you are our hero!" they cry, "We worship you!"
They are mine. Mine own. My own. Me own. Me, me, me.
I am their hero. These things, these disgusting creatures clawing at each
Other, trying, trying, trying to touch me, to behold me.
I am their hero.
I hate them all.
IllusionI walked down the brick street, enjoying the sun. It was warm for the first time in so long. There were jugglers on the grass, and musicians on the street. Everyone was outside today. I walked down the sidewalk, smiling at the various entertainers. Everyone looked happy: both the entertainers and the entertained. Then I reached the corner and froze in my tracks. There, at the corner, surrounded by laughing children, was a clown. I began walking again.
I watched the clown performing, and, after the usual waves of terror passed, I looked at his painted face. He did not smile when the children whooped and cheered at the balloon giraffe he made. His garish, brightly-colored clothes fit surprisingly loosely on his overweight frame. He made a balloon flower, and unenthusiastically handed it to a little girl. She took it into her chubby hands, eagerly groping at its stem. I slowed my pace and wondered. Why was this man doing this? Didn't he have plans with his life? What happened t