[2008: SEP-OCT] Beware the Quiet One

[Lance]

Beware the Quiet One

Run the ring, see the sign.

We all fall up, but not in time.

The end is today.

Yesterday has already begun.

The child listened in on the parent’s conversation next door. It was the same conversation over and over. Not being able to communicate telepathically. The kid grabbed a toy and hugged it tight. Not that it was any fault of the child, but even the children blame themselves.

Faster and slower we go.

I cannot see what is right before.

Foresight in the future is clear.

Yesterday has already begun.

A year went by, time went on. A boy walked up to the same child and asked. “Why are you ignoring me?” The child didn’t know what to do. It tried to explain that it couldn’t hear what was broadcast, but to no avail. A target was made. Others make the weak feel weaker. Yet, that day the child learned what true weakness was.

Time is slow.

Worlds destroyed too fast.

The bitter wench laughs.

Yesterday has already begun.

Not quite a year gone by when things go wrong once again. Being bullied at school made the one child harden the heart that was its own. Punches were thrown, but tears no longer flowed. It had had enough I suppose. It took the punches, and all that was given is a cold icy stare. The others didn’t know what to do. What was made so heartless and bold could be no fault of theirs. Could it?

The giggle arises.

So twisted and mean.

Perfect the tune.

Yesterday has already begun.

Sitting alone on the swing, the child hums a tune that was deep in its heart. So perfect, so true, yet so completely wrong. Another one comes, yet this time not in fury. She sits on a swing next to the humming one. She begins to hum along. Little by little the humming increases. Soon it becomes an orchestra sound. The girl tries to keep up, but realizes she can’t. Going to take a breath and stop humming she thought. Little did she know, she was trapped in the music of the other child’s soul. Little by little individuality went away. The child had taken control of the little girl, much to its surprise. But surprise did it show? Nay, plans began entering the child. The grip was released from the other girl and she fell off of her swing. Off to a hospital she was shipped, although never to speak again.

The sound before the storm.

The cries and shouting of the quiet room.

So sweet is the bitter fruit.

Yesterday has already begun.

The child was unseen, unnoticed, and as evil as the demons in hell. Quietly it passed the day gone by and by. Little did anyone think that something so useless as a non-telepathic child could have any more than half of a brain. A long time ago the child had learned to accept the people as it saw them. They were mean. They were cruel. They would never see more than a retarded child. Oh the plans it had. There was going to be pain, enough to be shared. The targets would know what was going to happen to them before occurred. Oh how it yearned to see those faces right then and there! But it was smarter than that. Time was of the essence, and there was more to come.

Ring of the red spot.

Fire of the ice.

What is soon not to come.

Yesterday has already begun.

The daily routine for everyone else had remained unchanged. Get food for the family, have a good social life. What more was needed than those things combined? Little by little when the children came home from classes, their eyes were slowly changing color. Their attitude remained the same, as well as routine. Nothing could be possibly wrong in this town. It seemed almost happier and glad. Little did they know that the creature was in its room. Toys of old, covered in dust. The dolls beheaded, the others in worse repair. Staring at a wall it laughed. So easy it is.

The wounds of metal.

The pain of the sunlight.

I see all that happens.

Yesterday has already begun.

Arguments no longer came from the abode to the side of the creature’s room. Deathly silent it lain. The blood relation’s had left to visit others. Did they forget to bring along something? No, they were unaware of children they might have had. Things were coming to past. A chill went through the house. The creature absorbed it in delight. Soon all that was or will be will come to pass.

A lie is not evil.

A good deed is too much to ask.

Time is merely a blink.

Yesterday has already begun.

The children throughout town soon all had deep orange eyes. Their behavior did not change much. In fact it had not changed at all. The routine was the same, except for one peculiar habit. They would call for their parent’s right before bed and sing a song. What a magnificent song it was. The parent’s were entranced by it, and thus they did not notice their eyes change colors also.

The end is an end.

The beginning is an end.

A blink is eternal.

Yesterday has already begun.

The town was under attack. Fire was everywhere, rain falling so hard that the plains were flooded. The monster laughed in its room. Its plan was complete. The town had gone insane. They would not survive much longer. Mothers were attacking animals thinking they were demons. Fathers were avoiding trees, believing them alive. The children just sat, watching the horrors in their mind, unable to move a single tendon. And so the monster jumped out of the window, onto the porch below. Believing its life to be complete. A girl wakes up in a hospital. Soon after losing her voice, the mind went also. She sits up and winks. Yesterday has already begun.

Edited October 19, 2008 by FltAdml. Wolf
Making this a "completed" story.

[Lance]

Beware the Quiet One

Run the ring, see the sign.

We all fall up, but not in time.

The end is today.

Yesterday has already begun.

The child listened in on the parent’s conversation next door. It was the same conversation over and over. Not being able to communicate telepathically. The kid grabbed a toy and hugged it tight. Not that it was any fault of the child, but even the children blame themselves.

Faster and slower we go.

I cannot see what is right before.

Foresight in the future is clear.

Yesterday has already begun.

A year went by, time went on. A boy walked up to the same child and asked. “Why are you ignoring me?” The child didn’t know what to do. It tried to explain that it couldn’t hear what was broadcast, but to no avail. A target was made. Others make the weak feel weaker. Yet, that day the child learned what true weakness was.

Time is slow.

Worlds destroyed too fast.

The bitter wench laughs.

Yesterday has already begun.

Not quite a year gone by when things go wrong once again. Being bullied at school made the one child harden the heart that was its own. Punches were thrown, but tears no longer flowed. It had had enough I suppose. It took the punches, and all that was given is a cold icy stare. The others didn’t know what to do. What was made so heartless and bold could be no fault of theirs. Could it?

The giggle arises.

So twisted and mean.

Perfect the tune.

Yesterday has already begun.

Sitting alone on the swing, the child hums a tune that was deep in its heart. So perfect, so true, yet so completely wrong. Another one comes, yet this time not in fury. She sits on a swing next to the humming one. She begins to hum along. Little by little the humming increases. Soon it becomes an orchestra sound. The girl tries to keep up, but realizes she can’t. Going to take a breath and stop humming she thought. Little did she know, she was trapped in the music of the other child’s soul. Little by little individuality went away. The child had taken control of the little girl, much to its surprise. But surprise did it show? Nay, plans began entering the child. The grip was released from the other girl and she fell off of her swing. Off to a hospital she was shipped, although never to speak again.

The sound before the storm.

The cries and shouting of the quiet room.

So sweet is the bitter fruit.

Yesterday has already begun.

The child was unseen, unnoticed, and as evil as the demons in hell. Quietly it passed the day gone by and by. Little did anyone think that something so useless as a non-telepathic child could have any more than half of a brain. A long time ago the child had learned to accept the people as it saw them. They were mean. They were cruel. They would never see more than a retarded child. Oh the plans it had. There was going to be pain, enough to be shared. The targets would know what was going to happen to them before it occurred. Oh it yearned to see those faces right then and there! But it was smarter than that. Time was of the essence, and there was more to come.

Ring of the red spot.

Fire of the ice.

What is soon not to come.

Yesterday has already begun.

The daily routine for everyone else had remained unchanged. Get food for the family, have a good social life. What more was needed than those things combined? Little by little when the children came home from classes, their eyes were slowly changing color. Their attitude remained the same, as well as routine. Nothing could be possibly wrong in this town. It seemed almost happier and glad. Little did they know that the creature was in its room. Toys of old, covered in dust. The dolls beheaded, the others in worse repair. Staring at a wall it laughed. So easy it is.

The wounds of metal.

The pain of the sunlight.

I see all that happens.

Yesterday has already begun.

Arguments no longer came from the abode to the side of the creature’s room. Deathly silent it lain. The blood relation’s had left to visit others. Did they forget to bring along something? No, they were unaware of children they might have had. Things were coming to past. A chill went through the house. The creature absorbed it in delight. Soon all that was or will be will come to pass.

A lie is not evil.

A good deed is too much to ask.

Time is merely a blink.

Yesterday has already begun.

The children throughout town soon all had deep orange eyes. Their behavior did not change much. In fact it had not changed at all. The routine was the same, except for one peculiar habit. They would call for their parent’s right before bed and sing a song. What a magnificent song it was. The parent’s were entranced by it, and thus they did not notice their eyes change colors also.

The end is an end.

The beginning is an end.

A blink is eternal.

Yesterday has already begun.

The town was under attack. Fire was everywhere, rain falling so hard that the plains were flooded. The monster laughed in its room. Its plan was complete. The town had gone insane. They would not survive much longer. Mothers were attacking animals thinking they were demons. Fathers were avoiding trees, believing them alive. The children just sat, watching the horrors in their mind, unable to move a single tendon. And so the monster jumped out of the window, onto the porch below. Believing its life to be complete. A girl wakes up in a hospital. Soon after losing her voice, the mind went also. She sits up and winks. Yesterday has already begun.