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Izzy started to growl, making me pause the game and turn to him curiously.
"What're you growling at?" Kenneth asked, taking this opportune moment to down the rest of his soda.
Izzy only responded by standing up suddenly and barking rapidly, hardly taking a breath.
There was a knock on the backdoor and my attention went from the 11 year old to the glass door, there standing someone roughly my age (or older, you never know with the winged beings) and waving, giving a very fake smile. The stranger opened the door and walked in, making Izzy bark louder and chance his stance to charge.
"My apologies for intruding." he said as Kenneth grabbed Izzy in time and shoved him to the floor. "But we do a check of records once they turn eighteen, and yours is overdue by a few months. Silence that demon hound."
Izzy growled, sitting on my lap, blue eyes focused on the Asian stranger.
"Your review was rather well aside from one or two complications, Amanda, may Icall you that?"
"If you'd like." My three friends seemed nervous and cautious around him, yet he seemed right at home on my couch. This was business after all, even Izzy wasn't throwing him off.
"The only complication, which I can't say is a minor one, is that you came in contact with the Devil at one point of your life."
Izzy went silent and tensed on my lap, and I could see Kenneth glance at me from the corner of his eye. I couldn't see Melissa, but my own mind was racing with thoughts of who the Devil might be. It didn't make sense, wouldn't I remember meeting someone so frighteningly beautiful?
"Because of this accident, and it was that in fact, you've recieved a one way ticket to Hell. But," he said quickly before I could interrupt. "We can revoke your said ticket if you describe to us his appearance. It's been a while since we've even seen the Devil, and his last appearance has him as a brunette, and a short one at that, and female. Not much different from you. But we did a background check on your and your emotion of surprise and fear are very much real and alive."
And my face was in fear, horror and shock. I was going to hell! I had met the Devil! I, I couldn't even begin to describe my feelings except for a tidal wave of colors crashing everywhere, and not even bright colors! Just the dark dingy colors no one wants and gray! But who was the Devil? Who was the Devil? The image of the man from my childhood appeared, the one who had given me ice cream to sob in.
"I don't know." I mumbled, looking at the floor, still trying to process. What if my childish memory had just made him more beautiful than he actually was? "i really don't know."
"That's a shame." He said softly, watching the tears I didn't know where running down my face.
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The guy had stayed for an hour, watching me fall apart, put myself together again sowly before he tore it down with another small phrase to let the cycle repeat himself.After that I couldn't really play video games anymore, all I did was lie down with Izzy watching me, petting my head. Kenneth and Melissa left to look into the Devil thing. I just felt dead right now. Very dead, very bland, very gray. I gave a small moan ed shifted t place my head in Izzy's lap. "It isn't squishy."
"I'm still growing." he tried to joke, but he lapsed into silence. "I'm probably not growing anymore. I died when I was eleven."
"Were you slaughtered to death by dogs?"
"No, a dog tried to saveme, it's his owner that killed us both."
I responded with a small 'hm' before looking up at him.
"He didn't feed his dog, so i thought I'd help. Then the cliche kidnapping, ransom and death. He should be executed within this year."
"That's pleasant." I murmured, looking away from him again at the paused gaming screen. I wonder how long Izzy had been dead, but why did he go to Hell? Maybe he was the dog, hm, that would make a lot of sense, and he just took the boy's identity. Hm...
I suddenly jolted up, narrowly missing my head and his chin connecting. "What if he took another person's body because ha had killed them? Hell is filled with souls and spirits right?"
"It doesn't work like that! Plus the Devil can't kill anyone because he's ruling hell."
"We're going for a walk." I said quickly to distract the 11 year old. I couldn't hae him talking smart, it made me feel bad.
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Now let's remember, Izzy is a greyhound to everyone else, butto me he's an eleven year old prepubescent boy with platinum blonde hair and gray-blue eyes. He likes to wear sweatpants and t-shirts, but for walks I make him poof his sweatpants into shorts (I mean, you can't buy a dog clothes). So just picture how awkward this is for me. I'm just walking along in a tank top, shorts and tennis shoes, holding a bright red leash in my hand, the collar around this boy's neck and he is happily holding a dog toy in his mouth while moving everywhere and sniffing everything.
Yea, it's pretty awkward.
"C'mon Izzy, I wanted this walk for me to think, and because of you and your sniffing we've been walking for an hour." He only responded by squeaking the ball in his mouth, trying to go as far ahead as possible without choking himself. "Izzy!' I whined, trying to tug him back in the direction we came, but he resisted and we continued further, and further, and further until we were both sweating, and hot, and in dire need of somethign cold.
"It's so hot!" Izzy whined, his toy now in my purse as we sat on the sidewalk of Baskin-Robins. I didn't want to take him onto the actual property of the store for fear of me being kicked out, and I didn't want to leave him tied up. "Such a finicky position, why doesn't it have a drive through?" But at least we were in some form of shade, thanks to the small trees.
"But it's still so hot, Amanda! I want ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream!" he complained, flopping onto my lap and then getting off.
"I want ice cream too, but I don't know how to get it without leaving you here unattended."
And we both whined, but Izzy stopped and turned suddenly, cold water being drenched on both of us. I screamed Izzy yelped and we stood to avoid it, but whoever was dumping it was taller and we just stood there, soaked and chilled to the bone on the hot summer's day. I looked at whoever Izzy was looking at and saw him, the man from my childhood not looking a day older, and just as frighteningly beautiful.
I could believe that this man was the Devil.
 Your Missing Period · Sat Jul 23, 2011 @ 08:10pm · 1 Comments |
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