There was a young 13 year old girl with black hair and and blue eyes that made the stars stop shining whenever you looked at them. Her name was Macy. She lived far from town and needed to go the market every month.
"Bye mom! Bye dad!" She said. Her parents waved at her as she walked over the hilltop and into the forest.
Soon her ears were drawn to a beautiful melody playing from somewhere in the forest. She decided to go off the normal route and follow it. Town can wait! She thought. I must meet whoever is playing that. She followed the sound to behind a bush. Macy pushed through it. She saw a long drape of white hair and a flute. Whoa. She ducked. He turned around. He saw me! He heard me!
"Anyone there?" He asked. He put the flute down and took out a knife. "Come on, show yourself."
Macy stood up slowly. "I'm sorry for disturbing you." She looked down. "I was drawn to your music."
He lowered the knife. "Oh?" He raised on eyebrow.
Macy stepped out. "How did you learn to play with such grace?" He was sitting on the log.
"Jokes on you. That was a recording." He took out a recorder.
"What's the big idea? Are you trying to lure people to slaughter them?" Macy blurted.
"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't." He put the flute and recorder into his bag. He stood up. "I guess I might as well take you to town."
"Golly, thanks. I kind of lost the path when I started following your recorded music." After climbing over and under trees, Macy finally had the courage to talk to him again. "Do you have a name?"
"Yes."
"Mine is Macy. Would you tell me yours." She asked, still following him.
"If I told you, you'd regret ever asking and regret meeting me." He said.
"Why?" Macy wondered.
"I'm a thief. Not to mention a killer." He laughed.
"Well gee, thanks. Now I feel much safer." She rolled her eyes.
"If you didn't want to know, you shouldn't have asked." He turned West.
He copied him in an irregular hoarse voice. "If you didn't wanna know, you shouldn't have asked. Blah blah blah."
He turned. "Don't mock me." He stared. "You don't want to get on my bad side."
"Where do you live?" Macy asked.
"America. But I am Japanese."
"Ooh. I'm still unsure about one thing. Are you a guy or girl?"
"I'm a guy. Now stop asking questions."
"Why?" Macy jumped at him.
"You're acting like my little sister." He said.
"How many siblings you got?"
"1 brother and 5 sisters."
"What are their names?"
"Ally, Winter, Jerry, Avalon, Emily, Kanchachu." He looked back.
"And your name is?"
"My name is Xevier, now shut up." Xevier put his hand over her mouth and grabbed her closer.
"What?"
Xevier pointed. "Those people stole something from me." Before them was a large mansion surrounded by a wall. "Stay here. I'll be right back."
"Yea whatever." Macy rolled her eyes.
He jumped out of the bushes. And ran towards the gate.
"Over there!" Someone shouted from the wall. Crossbow arrows flew past him. He stood under the gate.
"HAHAHAHA losers!" He laughed. The gate came flying down, landing on him. "OH COME ON!!"
He ain't a very good thief. Macy thought. Macy could see Xevier's feet but not his head. The gate went up, just enough to drag him out. They threw him off the wall and he landed in a tree.
"Macy!" Xevier whispered. He was suddenly behind her.
"ACK!" She jumped and turned. "How did you...?!"
"Not important." He shhhed her. "Hoist me over the wall."
"Alright."
She sat under him. "What exactly did this guy steal from you?"
"My sister's dagger." He paused. "And my sister."
He was on the wall. He grabbed her.
"Which 1?"
"Avalon."
She nodded.
"SHhhhh.." He yapped.
He darted in the first room, grabbing Macy.
"Wha---"
"Guards." He said.
"I just realized that you're hella tall."
"Mhmm."
"SO where is she?" Macy asked, following Xevier down the steps.
"Where is she?"
"I don't know."
"What does she look like?" Macy asked.
"You'll see."
"Am I being a pain in your butt?"
"Er.....A pain in my ass, yes." He said, stopping.
"Keep moving!"
"Guards." He raced behind them and slashed them with an ax. Whoa. That's scary! He really is a murderer.
He came back to the doorway and grabbed Macy. He dragged her down a hall.
"Avalon?" He yapped.
Avalon piped up. "Xevier?" She banged on the door. "In here, brother!"
"Get away from the door." Avalon backed up as her brother instructed. He kicked it down, wood flying everywhere. "Avalon?" She coughed.
"Under here." She pushed the wood off of her.
"Sorry."
She looks nothing like him. "Nice purple eyes." Macy smiled.
"Thanks."
Macy leaned over to Xevier. "She looks nothing like you."
"Only two kids in our family look like they could be brother and sister. That would be Jerry and Emily. And or Ally and our dad." Xevier grabbed Avalon.
"How old are you, Avalon?"
"13."
"Ooh, so am I!"
"Cool."
"Let's go, girls." Xevier said.
"How old is he?" Macy leaned over to Avalon.
"23."
"Dang." Macy laughed.
Later that night, they were huddled around Xevier. Xevier was trying to make a fire. "F*ck this." A flame appeared in his hand. "There. So much less time."
He layed his head on the log, and fell asleep.
Macy scooted toward him. She looked at Avalon then Xevier. Both asleep, Avalon laying on his chest.
What does he keep in this bag? He could live out of it. She opened it and layed the items across the ground.
An ax, combat knife with a hole in the blade, 3 pill bottles, the flute, a sketchbook and an iPhone.
Macy grabbed the iPhone. "Oh, what's this? Never seen one before." She turned it on. "Passcode?"
She dropped the phone and picked up the sketchbook. "Are these stick figures?"
Xevier opened one eye and then slammed the book shut. "What are you doing? This is my personal stuff!"
"I-I'm sorry! I just wanted to see what you carried." Macy jumped.
"You could have just asked!" Xevier yelled.
"Mmm...Lay down.." Avalon said, pushing him back down.
"Oof."
Macy layed next to him. That ax had dried blood on it...Urg....She was obviously scared.
The next morning, Macy woke up to the smell of smoke.
"Good morning," Avalon said, holding up a bowl of water. "Here."
"Thank you." Macy said. She took a sip.
"Hey, you two, I need more firewood." Xevier said, not looking up.
"Well sure, but may I ask why?" Macy blurted.
"Do you want breakfast or not?!" Xevier huffed.
"Alright, let's go." Macy jumped up, Avalon following her.
As they walked further into the woods, more questions pondered Macy's mind.
"You seem so nice. Your nothing like your brother." Macy said.
"Well, I was raised to be nice. And well, my mother was an angel and dad was a demon. But I never knew or met them." Avalon picked up some good logs. "Don't ask why, longest story in the world."
"How does Xevier know how to survive out here?"
"He got lost in the woods when he was 2. 3 people taught him. 2 of them are dead, the other just disappeared." Avalon looked down.
Avalon watched the fish burn on the stick. Xevier had laid back.
"I smell something burning..." He yapped.
"Duh, we have a fire going." Macy corrected.
"Hey, you. I don't like being corrected."
Macy looked down. "Sorry."
"Xevier, your foot is on fire..." Avalon said. He looked up and realized it was.
Macy leaned to Avalon. "He didn't feel his flesh burning?"
Avalon shook her head. "He's a fire element."
"We might as well get going. We'll be there today..." Xevier said, pouring water on the fire.
Avalon took the fish off the stick. "We should eat on the way?" Xevier nodded, taking the stick from her a biting it.
Macy saw his razor sharp fangs. It was like inviting the devil to have dinner with them. Despite his long white hair, his two different colored eyes, his nails that were claws, the most scariest thing about him was his fangs. They were long like a vampire's, and they were as sharp as 1 million sharpened knives.
His fangs are so pretty and cruel...I think I wanna touch 'em....But what if he bites me?
Xevier lead them into the forest until they came across a shack,
"This isn't town..." Macy said.
"I know." Xevier said, motioning just Macy to come inside. It was dark and she couldn't see anything. She stood against the far wall. She heard Xevier humming.
"Xevier?" She asked. Blood splattered everywhere. He had just sliced her with the ax. There was a cut in her leg. "What are you doing?! Are you possessed by the devil himself?"
"No.." Xevier whispered. "I'm the devil's grandson."
"What?" Macy stumbled back. This time, the knife ripping through her heart. She wanted to scream but nothing came out. She was dying.
"I told you that you'd never want to meet me..."
"Bye mom! Bye dad!" She said. Her parents waved at her as she walked over the hilltop and into the forest.
Soon her ears were drawn to a beautiful melody playing from somewhere in the forest. She decided to go off the normal route and follow it. Town can wait! She thought. I must meet whoever is playing that. She followed the sound to behind a bush. Macy pushed through it. She saw a long drape of white hair and a flute. Whoa. She ducked. He turned around. He saw me! He heard me!
"Anyone there?" He asked. He put the flute down and took out a knife. "Come on, show yourself."
Macy stood up slowly. "I'm sorry for disturbing you." She looked down. "I was drawn to your music."
He lowered the knife. "Oh?" He raised on eyebrow.
Macy stepped out. "How did you learn to play with such grace?" He was sitting on the log.
"Jokes on you. That was a recording." He took out a recorder.
"What's the big idea? Are you trying to lure people to slaughter them?" Macy blurted.
"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't." He put the flute and recorder into his bag. He stood up. "I guess I might as well take you to town."
"Golly, thanks. I kind of lost the path when I started following your recorded music." After climbing over and under trees, Macy finally had the courage to talk to him again. "Do you have a name?"
"Yes."
"Mine is Macy. Would you tell me yours." She asked, still following him.
"If I told you, you'd regret ever asking and regret meeting me." He said.
"Why?" Macy wondered.
"I'm a thief. Not to mention a killer." He laughed.
"Well gee, thanks. Now I feel much safer." She rolled her eyes.
"If you didn't want to know, you shouldn't have asked." He turned West.
He copied him in an irregular hoarse voice. "If you didn't wanna know, you shouldn't have asked. Blah blah blah."
He turned. "Don't mock me." He stared. "You don't want to get on my bad side."
"Where do you live?" Macy asked.
"America. But I am Japanese."
"Ooh. I'm still unsure about one thing. Are you a guy or girl?"
"I'm a guy. Now stop asking questions."
"Why?" Macy jumped at him.
"You're acting like my little sister." He said.
"How many siblings you got?"
"1 brother and 5 sisters."
"What are their names?"
"Ally, Winter, Jerry, Avalon, Emily, Kanchachu." He looked back.
"And your name is?"
"My name is Xevier, now shut up." Xevier put his hand over her mouth and grabbed her closer.
"What?"
Xevier pointed. "Those people stole something from me." Before them was a large mansion surrounded by a wall. "Stay here. I'll be right back."
"Yea whatever." Macy rolled her eyes.
He jumped out of the bushes. And ran towards the gate.
"Over there!" Someone shouted from the wall. Crossbow arrows flew past him. He stood under the gate.
"HAHAHAHA losers!" He laughed. The gate came flying down, landing on him. "OH COME ON!!"
He ain't a very good thief. Macy thought. Macy could see Xevier's feet but not his head. The gate went up, just enough to drag him out. They threw him off the wall and he landed in a tree.
"Macy!" Xevier whispered. He was suddenly behind her.
"ACK!" She jumped and turned. "How did you...?!"
"Not important." He shhhed her. "Hoist me over the wall."
"Alright."
She sat under him. "What exactly did this guy steal from you?"
"My sister's dagger." He paused. "And my sister."
He was on the wall. He grabbed her.
"Which 1?"
"Avalon."
She nodded.
"SHhhhh.." He yapped.
He darted in the first room, grabbing Macy.
"Wha---"
"Guards." He said.
"I just realized that you're hella tall."
"Mhmm."
"SO where is she?" Macy asked, following Xevier down the steps.
"Where is she?"
"I don't know."
"What does she look like?" Macy asked.
"You'll see."
"Am I being a pain in your butt?"
"Er.....A pain in my ass, yes." He said, stopping.
"Keep moving!"
"Guards." He raced behind them and slashed them with an ax. Whoa. That's scary! He really is a murderer.
He came back to the doorway and grabbed Macy. He dragged her down a hall.
"Avalon?" He yapped.
Avalon piped up. "Xevier?" She banged on the door. "In here, brother!"
"Get away from the door." Avalon backed up as her brother instructed. He kicked it down, wood flying everywhere. "Avalon?" She coughed.
"Under here." She pushed the wood off of her.
"Sorry."
She looks nothing like him. "Nice purple eyes." Macy smiled.
"Thanks."
Macy leaned over to Xevier. "She looks nothing like you."
"Only two kids in our family look like they could be brother and sister. That would be Jerry and Emily. And or Ally and our dad." Xevier grabbed Avalon.
"How old are you, Avalon?"
"13."
"Ooh, so am I!"
"Cool."
"Let's go, girls." Xevier said.
"How old is he?" Macy leaned over to Avalon.
"23."
"Dang." Macy laughed.
Later that night, they were huddled around Xevier. Xevier was trying to make a fire. "F*ck this." A flame appeared in his hand. "There. So much less time."
He layed his head on the log, and fell asleep.
Macy scooted toward him. She looked at Avalon then Xevier. Both asleep, Avalon laying on his chest.
What does he keep in this bag? He could live out of it. She opened it and layed the items across the ground.
An ax, combat knife with a hole in the blade, 3 pill bottles, the flute, a sketchbook and an iPhone.
Macy grabbed the iPhone. "Oh, what's this? Never seen one before." She turned it on. "Passcode?"
She dropped the phone and picked up the sketchbook. "Are these stick figures?"
Xevier opened one eye and then slammed the book shut. "What are you doing? This is my personal stuff!"
"I-I'm sorry! I just wanted to see what you carried." Macy jumped.
"You could have just asked!" Xevier yelled.
"Mmm...Lay down.." Avalon said, pushing him back down.
"Oof."
Macy layed next to him. That ax had dried blood on it...Urg....She was obviously scared.
The next morning, Macy woke up to the smell of smoke.
"Good morning," Avalon said, holding up a bowl of water. "Here."
"Thank you." Macy said. She took a sip.
"Hey, you two, I need more firewood." Xevier said, not looking up.
"Well sure, but may I ask why?" Macy blurted.
"Do you want breakfast or not?!" Xevier huffed.
"Alright, let's go." Macy jumped up, Avalon following her.
As they walked further into the woods, more questions pondered Macy's mind.
"You seem so nice. Your nothing like your brother." Macy said.
"Well, I was raised to be nice. And well, my mother was an angel and dad was a demon. But I never knew or met them." Avalon picked up some good logs. "Don't ask why, longest story in the world."
"How does Xevier know how to survive out here?"
"He got lost in the woods when he was 2. 3 people taught him. 2 of them are dead, the other just disappeared." Avalon looked down.
Avalon watched the fish burn on the stick. Xevier had laid back.
"I smell something burning..." He yapped.
"Duh, we have a fire going." Macy corrected.
"Hey, you. I don't like being corrected."
Macy looked down. "Sorry."
"Xevier, your foot is on fire..." Avalon said. He looked up and realized it was.
Macy leaned to Avalon. "He didn't feel his flesh burning?"
Avalon shook her head. "He's a fire element."
"We might as well get going. We'll be there today..." Xevier said, pouring water on the fire.
Avalon took the fish off the stick. "We should eat on the way?" Xevier nodded, taking the stick from her a biting it.
Macy saw his razor sharp fangs. It was like inviting the devil to have dinner with them. Despite his long white hair, his two different colored eyes, his nails that were claws, the most scariest thing about him was his fangs. They were long like a vampire's, and they were as sharp as 1 million sharpened knives.
His fangs are so pretty and cruel...I think I wanna touch 'em....But what if he bites me?
Xevier lead them into the forest until they came across a shack,
"This isn't town..." Macy said.
"I know." Xevier said, motioning just Macy to come inside. It was dark and she couldn't see anything. She stood against the far wall. She heard Xevier humming.
"Xevier?" She asked. Blood splattered everywhere. He had just sliced her with the ax. There was a cut in her leg. "What are you doing?! Are you possessed by the devil himself?"
"No.." Xevier whispered. "I'm the devil's grandson."
"What?" Macy stumbled back. This time, the knife ripping through her heart. She wanted to scream but nothing came out. She was dying.
"I told you that you'd never want to meet me..."
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