Bleeding Color

Time passed had passed, how long I didn't know. It was something that stopped for no one, most certainly not a forgotten savior.

I got hunger pains and thirst scratched at my throat, but still I didn't move and slowly my mind forgot about the needs of a mere human. I never needed those things, I had wanted them.

Darkness became my only friend. I was happy to be alone, that Ruth's head had been pushed and buried away from me. Still, when I closed my eyes I could see those blank eyes and they were accusing me. If only I had ran when she said.

A world that didn't want me. It was the thought that continuous plagued my moments. I had been raised and created to save the world, what was I without it? How could I be their Alice without them?

I picked through pieces of glass, deciding on one I liked. I started drawing pictures in the thin layer of dust from the collapse. I played games with myself and drew happy pictures and it made me want to leave. I wanted to go back out into the world, but then the ugly words would find their way out. The red stains on the wall made me never want to leave.

Why didn't people like me? I was pretty and smart and likeable. I was special, a savior. So why did they hate me? Why did they destroy my home and try to kill me?

The sunlight trickled through the rubble interrupting my solitude. I blinked, covering my eyes against the harshness. I didn't want the light. I hadn't decided yet if I belong in it.

Long fingers reached inside the rock and flung them away. The hand was dark and not just from the thick coating of dirt on it. I tried to scrunch away from it. A hole was made big enough that a hand darted in and felt around within my sanctuary. Jumping forward angered at the intrusion, I bit it. A male voice swore, jerking his arm about with me attached. I was weak in my state and shook off easily. The hand retracted out of the hole, reeling in to its owner.

A bright glowing silver eye appeared in its place. The eye spun about wildly before landing on me. We watched each other for a moment and then I bared my elongated canines. The eye fell away surprised. I crept forward, waiting for the silver eye. My fist closed around a piece of rock and I raised it ready to attack when the entire wall of my bubble crumbled in.

I screamed, falling back from the falling debris. Rocks hit me and scraped open my skin to leak out the murky brown mixture that was my blood. A hiss escaped my lips as I cradled myself. The silver eyes peered back in from the opening. They were laid in a dark skinned boy. He was incredibly tall and had short buzzed hair. He was shirtless and wearing black trousers. He held a pick axe ready to swing down on me.

"What are you?" He demanded.

I stood up shakily, shifting my bare feet through the rubble to create ground without the sharp cutting edges.

"Hey answer me!"

I sniffed the air, frowning. "What are you?"

"I asked first." He stepped menacingly forward.

"So, I asked second."

"Yeah, and I have the weapon now start talking."

I blinked at him. "You really think that will hurt me?"

"It's dipped in gargoyle blood, one scratch and you're stone."

"Go ahead." I gestured to myself.

His hands shook, tempted to release and yet fighting it. "Shit." He lowered his weapon.

I walked forward, my rhythm the unnatural grace of the Others. I skipped around him. "So?"

"So what?" He spun to keep an eye on me, wary.