Friday, January 14, 2011

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She blinked. She was enveloped with white.
White walls surrounded her. White chairs beneath her.
People walked past her clothed in robes of white.

She tightened her fists and her knuckles too turned white.
Nervously, she looked at the clock on the wall.
Its immaculately white hands told her that she'd been sitting there for
the past half an hour.

'They're gonna find out.' she whispered, to no one in particular.
Distressed, she wriggled around in her seat, finding no comfort
in the cold, hard plastic.

A thump on the chair beside her momentarily snapped her out of
her reverie. She detected a foul odor with a sourish tinge emanating
from the individual seated beside her.

Nervously peeking at her neighbor from under her eyelashes,
her eyes bulged as she registered the huge body beside her.
A mass of muscles with bulging limbs.
He was the kind of guy you did not want to meet in the dark.
The boogieman of your nightmares.

Sensing her gaze, the male beside her looked down.
She quickly averted her gaze, her heart beating rapidly
at thought of being caught gawking.
Before she looked away though, she'd seen the ugly thing he
called his face.
A thick black scar sliced through his features, distorting his
features, leaving one side of his mouth in an eternal grimace.
It was like an April Fool's joke gone too far with the consequences
etched on the fool's features forever.

She'd also seen the reason he was here, in this white, white room.
His hand was stained crimson, the brightest colour in the building,
with a deep gash across it and several littler wounds on his forearm.

'Why little girl?' a voice boomed above her head. Not daring to answer,
She kept silent and stared at the white tiles below her feet.
'Don't be afraid. I won't give you nightmares.' the voice continued.

Slowly she lifted her head. 'Does it hurt?' she asked in a small voice.
'What this?' the bulky male beside her pointed to his arm.
'Nahh. I'm used to it. Part of my job you see.' he smiled.

'What is your job?' she ventured.

'I'm a protector.' he replied calmly.

To be continued...

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