G's so-called Freedom, Once Again

She hated this. She hated the moment itself and she hated the way I brought up the facts. She always does. She used to hate me as me and as my whole being in this world; but not anymore. Not since I gave her the chance to be free, she called it a short “break”, in a planet called Earth where soul mates don't exist anymore. It wasn't a decision of mine actually. It was decided between G and herself. I think I'm getting old, 'cause it is the only explanation to the acquiescence in my responses in these days. She would never realize the sacrifice that I made to give her her freedom.

While I pity myself, pity the vicious sanctity from darkness, the great commander Tenebrea; she didn't talk. She didn't reply. She just stood still. To be more specific, she stood still with tears on her cheeks because she realized that her actions hurt me more than Foedus hurt that mere human and now she just didn't have the face to say something. Some new excuses. Don't humans always find excuses to clean the mess they made?

She takes her blooded hands to her forehead not caring the blood smearing on her pure white skin. More importantly not knowing that the unnecessary man's dirty blood smearing on her forehead where I kiss her the last time will make me angrier.

“Look, Tenebrea, can't we-” she stops as the human growls writhing in pain. She turns her eyes away. Her eyes are wet again.

I take a few steps while she tries to wipe the tears in her eyes failing to prevent me from noticing them; but instead she smears more blood, this time on her eyes.

“You look miserable, Gaia.”

“He is miserable. You have to help him-” she mumbles in the dark silence, “quickly.”

“D will be here when you wake up. Go to sleep,” taking her chin up I look at her, she really needs to get rest.

She looks at me, waiting for the answer she wants to hear.

“With no worries.”

I'm watching her passing through the fence, she hadn't turn to look back once. She trusts me. She believes in me. Again. I raise my hand towards her. The man on the floor coughing blood, he is about to die. It is just like the last time. A couple of forget-me-not's, both as flowers in the small garden behind the fences and wishes from me. I call out her name, and “Obliviate.”

I'm tired. Just like the other time.

G's Balance

G stood in the dark, longer than I would expect, breathing in and out the horror. It took a long growl from the monster to break the silence, and G was shouting, her voice and very own self trembling. "What do you want from me?"

Moving towards G, the monster growled another long and deep growl. When it finnaly stood right in front of her, its nosetrills facing her soft skinned cheecks.

Now she could easily make out the silent groans of the neighbour, who was moving a little from side to side on the pavement; his eyes shut and his hands covering his wound. G wanted to help him, G wanted to say something, anything that would make sense. She wanted to tell him "I don't know these freaks" though she knew she'd be lying. But G wanted to lie to him, needed to lie to him but right now she could do none of these things, because the putrid breath of the monster made it even impossible to breathe.

"What do you want from me, Tenebrae?" she said, this time hardly audible.

And that was my que.

"I think it is quite enough Foedus," I say, which Foedus responds by taking couple of steps away from G. She is now breathing easy and once she gets hold of her breathing, she crouches right next to the neighbour. "Hello, Gaia."

She doesn't answer, instead, she examines the bleeding wound of the neighbour, trying to remove the blood on her way with the sleeve of her shirt.

"I take all the trouble to come here and pay you a visit, and this is your way of hospitality? I am surely not impressed."

"Bastard."

Foedus snarls but I hold up my hand to calm him. "Now I do not believe you understand the balance here Gaia, I suggest you watch your words."

She doesn't answer, which leads to a long silence, except the moaning of the neighbour. Then it takes her the neighbour to open his eyes to break the silence, because she can't take it anymore.

"I need to help him."

"Oh, well."

"Your hideous monster did this to him. You, did this to him! He doesn't even know me."

Foedus growls, obviously offended, and right about it too.

"He was going to," I say looking down on them, "was he not?"

The Ridiculous G

Now G was terrified. Terrified from the new alluring neighbor's deep, bloody cut. Terrified from the empty look in his meaningless eyes. It was just about the time for her to close her eyes and wait for 'him' to hold her hand, of course with a promise that everything is gonna be okay at the end. Did she believed the word 'end'? She wasn't in the position to give a damn. Besides she didn't care, that hand was the only thing she needed right now. D was drunk. The new alluring neighbor was bloody. Cat was a coward. And the monster- well he was just too ugly for the pretty. So? She just didn't close her eyes. Her eyes were wide open. She didn't like to cry. Before surrendering and facing it, she resisted the tears. For a moment or a couple of seconds she felt more Marilyn than Audrey. All this years she avoided from her pretty pink cover. 'Till now she depended on a dictionary to light her way. She was all alone and pretty in this pure darkness, as might be expected the monster had not been counted. This was 'the revenge of the lamp,' what a ridiculous conclusion she whispered to herself, still not aware of her situation. Light blue, almost white eyes were watching her with such a curiosity.

There were blood on the lips of horde of man, there were blood on the pavement caused by the new alluring neighbor and there were blood on her blue striped pull-over; yet a lamp was the only thing that seemed to interest her. What a ridiculous girl, I thought.

Dawn of the G

G and he were standing at the door, doing nothing but looking at each other. If only it was a regular day, G would remember that she hated being called G as her name was Gaia-a very cliché Latin name yes-, and would ask him what he was doing at the threshold of her house, but it wasn't a regular day. If it was a regular day, then the annoying couple who lived next door would hear Gaia's screams as a man-at least that's what Gaia thought he was-attacked the man at the door from behind and bit his neck, but I told you, it definitely was not a regular day. The screams of Gaia that lasted for minutes were only added to the other people's screams as a horde of man-again that's what the people thought-started attacking the people of the quiet neighbourhood of Gaia.

Now, she truly didn't know what to do.

G's First Move

G moved to the living room with the bowl in her hands. She reached out for the remote with her free hand, hoping to find something good on TV. Maybe a movie from 70's she thought. Diane Keaton was her personal favourite and something like "Annie Hall" or "Manhattan" could make her night. Then again, she wouldn't say no to "A Clockwork Orange" either. G was changing the channels instantly when Cat came in and started to move between her legs, tickling her. She put the bowl in her hands aside and picked up Cat, calling her silly names in a tone she only used with Cat. It was then she saw the shadow in front of the next house. It was similar to a silhouette of a man, of him to be more precise, and it was simply lingering there. "What should we do now?" asked G to Cat, in that same sweet tone. Cat answered by purring softly, to which G responded by making a face and whispering "The blame is on you". G went to the front door of the house, waited a couple of seconds before turning the handle and stepped outside with slow motions. She drew the big flower pot in front of the door so it wouldn't close. He greeted G with a fast nod. He was wearing a black tracksuit bottom and a red baggy shirt. "Cold, huh?" he said, his arms crossed in front of his chest. "Yeah," G answered hugging Cat tighter.

G's End.

G woke up. This wasn't her first time sleeping with her stockings on. She could even feel her feet growing numb. It was dark and the curtains were closed. She decided to open the curtains but she fall down on the bed after stepping on a dark object which she couldn't see it at all in that mess somewhere and almost twisted her ankle. She was glad for it for a second because she had only her bras on and she would never want her new alluring neighbor to see her like that. So she reached out to find her blue striped pullover without getting up from the bed. There was no one at the house except the cat. Even G herself thought the name 'cat' was way too cliche but she liked it. Cat was the only true and beautiful thing in her life. At least, she believed so. While she was passing from the front door, she spotted the umbrella standing next to the coat rack. It was supposed to rain tonight. D knew it; but still he forgot to take it, just like his keys. “What was he thinking?” G asked herself. She was hungry as expected. She went to the kitchen to find something acceptable to eat. G opened the refrigerator to grab the bowl of strawberries without looking to the refrigerator's cover. If she did, she could have smiled after seeing D's note that says “Fill me with ice cream.” It was his way of telling “We live together.” But she didn't. Maybe that's why it's all happened.