《Massacre of the Disdained》 Blob ¡°...¡± ¡°...¡± The two stared at each other as they both try to concur the situation at hand. There¡¯s a horrid smell coming from the ¡®thing¡¯ that is beneath their feet. The ¡®thing¡¯ looks disgusting, abnormal even, is it even a living organism? The younger kid makes a joke regarding the ¡®thing¡¯, and comparing the appearance to the older kid. He got met with a slap across his face. Now they both stare at the ¡®thing¡¯ while one has a bruise on his cheek. The older kid made a suggestion on what to do with the ¡®thing¡¯, but he was pretty ambiguous about what he was trying to do. It''s been a good solid hour that both of the boys were looking at the ¡®thing¡¯. Right before they were about to leave the house of the kid they were babysitting, they get greeted with a blob slapping the bare ground hard, followed by an agitating screech coming out of it. If the younger kid were to speak candidly, without going off tangent, he would swear that it just fell from the sky. No other information provided, other than the fact that he was frolicking around the older kid before he reacted to the blob hitting the concrete ground. The older kid couldn¡¯t report what happened. He was on his phone tapping away with his thumbs, finishing up his school newspaper, before he too also heard the smack from the blob. Both of their attention was averted to the ¡®thing¡¯ that was mewling and hiccuping. The blotches of skin toned blob was heaving up and down like a living organism, but it surely didn¡¯t look the part, and the two quarter sized eyes that shone the whites of its eyes rolled down to present its pupils. All three were staring at each other. The ¡®thing¡¯ must¡¯ve been embarrassed, or used to being confined to somewhere, for it to start screeching for being stared at for too long. An hour and thirty minutes, plus an extra 5 minutes berating the looks of the ¡®thing,¡¯ the younger kid poked the side of it. It was slimy and peculiarly left a gasoline like residue on his finger tip. The younger kid looking at his stained fingertips blurted out a hushed ¡°ew¡± and scrunched his face up with grimace. Averting his gaze at his elder friend, they both unanimously decided to take it home with them, albeit they don¡¯t know how to tend to its needs especially since its an organism they haven¡¯t got the faintest clue of. The eldest boy cradled the ¡®thing¡¯ in his arm wrapped with his school¡¯s uniform sweater. From the looks of it, the ¡®thing¡¯ seemed to be settled tightly in his sweater, most likely from the warmth enveloping it. The younger boy intently observed the blob hazily closing its eyes, snuggling deeper into the warmth. Simultaneously, the younger boy fervently came up with a brilliant reason behind the ¡®things¡¯ appearance. ¡°What if someone kidnapped it from the government and dropped it in front of us?¡± The older boy who was cradling the ¡®thing¡¯: ¡°that sounds stupid.¡± ¡°But you can¡¯t lie, it sounds probable.¡± ¡°... yeah¡± As they walked to the station, that''s when they had to conceal the ¡®things¡¯ appearance. If only someone caught them, lest it be a police officer or a passerby, they¡¯ll be confined and put under interrogation. No matter how amiable someone might be, they have to be certain that trouble won¡¯t follow them. Precarious the young boy may be, even he had some sense that what they were carrying had consequences. The train ride home was peculiarly tranquil, it wasn¡¯t the regular raucous station it was but it was still evidently packed. Thankfully, the ¡®thing¡¯ was sleeping so as to not cause a commotion, and most of the passengers were minding their own business so that was one less endeavor off their shoulders. As the designated train compartment the both boys were in rattled and jerked, the elder boy thought how audacious they were to ride back home with an organism, an organism that might permanently change their lives. For good or bad? He doesn¡¯t know. Contemplating all his life choices, the announcement alerted the two boys it was their stop. Now the two boys have to decide who takes care of the ¡®thing¡¯ tonight. The younger boy didn¡¯t even have to coerce his elder friend to carry it back home with him, the older boy just didn¡¯t believe that his younger friend was the best option to follow the ¡®things¡¯ criteria without getting caught with a conspicuously suspicious concoction of a thing. So they both went their separate ways, one without any responsibilities, and one with a shit ton. Whatever was imminent, the older boy didn¡¯t want any affiliation with it. The ¡®thing¡¯ is already his prior concern and he does not want anymore trouble. No matter how indomitable he is, he¡¯s still a kid.Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. Back at home, the ¡®thing¡¯ continued its slumber, giving its full confide in the elder boy. He could have easily changed his plan and tried to light it on fire to rid them of a burden, but that wasn¡¯t in his nature to do so, nor was it to just ignore it. If the guardianship had switched, the younger boy would¡¯ve been so indolent, either that or, his pretentious attitude would have people concerned and evidently get the two in trouble. Hearing a buzz coming from his pocket, the elder boy took it out to have his sight land on a text from his younger friend. The younger friend was checking up on him and the ¡®thing,¡¯ making sure they both didn¡¯t get into any precarious situations. The older boy just took a quick pic of it in his bed, still wrapped up in his sweater, which consequently roused up his younger friend to listen to his theories about its appearance. One of them was that it was a homunculus, either concocted or conceived. This was the first time he ever stated something explanatory, yet it still wasn¡¯t sufficient, what could explain for the gasoline soluble that leaked and penetrated through his sweater. Now that he mentions it, the smell was becoming accursingly rancid. God where did this thing come from? The elder boy pulled his shirt over his nose to obscure the smell, but it was to no avail, the grotesque smell perturbed his stomach almost making him vomit over himself. The smell wasn¡¯t bad when they were walking with it, so why is it now exuding that disgusting odor? The elder boy opened his window to air out his room, swinging his arms to guide the odor out his room, and then getting air freshener to spray his whole room. His poor sweater¡­ Whatever he was going to do after coming home was now redundant to his schedule, he had to give this organism a shower.
The perpetual ticking of his clock as he laid down in his bed was agitating him. Why didn¡¯t his elder friend text him back yet? He called him five times and yet no answer. Frolicking around in his bed, he had another revelation, what if the ¡®thing¡¯ was an experiment? An experiment on a child gone wrong? Many things could be probable for the sudden display of the blob in front of them, like a signal for a venture into the unknown with the protection of the blob, or a solemn request from the thing to give it our duly protection! But yet again, it all conversely connects back to what even is that ¡®thing.¡¯ The younger boy started online shopping, vented his anger at his pillow when something vexed him, and added copious amounts of girly bows in his cart. If he and his older friend were going to give it their full hospitality, then they were going to treat the ¡®thing¡¯ like their little sibling! Or maybe not. At the end of the day the blob was still an anomaly, an unknown organism. Who knows if the ¡®thing¡¯ is good or bad, as a matter of fact, who cares if the two are presenting benignity towards the blob, the blob may not elicit the same behavior or even comprehend that it¡¯s being treated nicely, and potentially, kill them both off. It¡¯s pretty ludicrous to even think about being close to that ¡®thing,¡¯ plus, there¡¯s no solid evidence that the ¡®thing¡¯ has a cognitive mind to accessibly function like a human. The young boy looked at a picture of him and his dog together framed on his wall, above his desk. ¡­¡­ The young boy thought to himself: what if it barks? Early in the morning, when both boys went to school, before heading into a periling and tantalizing classroom, the young boy suggested it; then he got called stupid. His elder friend grudgingly suggested that he indulge in something that will conspicuously improve his fried and idiotic brain of his. If you looked at the younger boy, you could candidly say that you saw him momentarily reflect upon this suggestion, but that weighted subjective feeling of the proposition going in one ear, and out the other, could be sensed quite frankly easy. The younger boy has always been like this. Not like his aloofness was purposely imposed, but more like he never gave a fuck about what was going on in his life. Even when the elder boy asked why he wasn¡¯t more reticent and sophisticated like him; he just said that he didn¡¯t want to be like his family. Rarely does his family occasionally meet up, but when they do, they never unanimously end a discussion. Most of his family are full of pride and conceitful, always being vindictive against opposing ideas even outside of family, and sometimes inflict their ideologies onto him. Caring less made him more elated than before and meeting his elder friend made him feel like the heavens were blessing him for overcoming a great calamity. The elder boy discontinued the conversation, afraid to make his friend poignant. ¡°I still think it can bark though.¡± ¡°We don¡¯t know if it¡¯s even verbal.¡± He¡¯s true. Not once did the ¡°thing¡± spoke a coherent sentence, it just screamed. Speaking of the ¡®thing,¡¯ maybe it wasn¡¯t a good idea to lock it up in his room for the whole day. What if it got hungry? An impertinent teacher followed along with their homeroom teacher settled down the chattering class, getting ready to start their new unit. Today wasn''t an auspicious day, even though the unempathetic teacher somehow married his girl of five years, it was more¡­ mundane, almost kind of like a dismal dread hovering over the shoulders of everyone in the class. As the homeroom teacher started his lesson, that¡¯s when a classmate adjacent to him averted his attention with his pshh. The elder boy, of course, looked at him to see what he was bothering him for. And that¡¯s when, he too, felt the dismaying dread on him. His obnoxious classmate, who always bugged him for help, disclosed that there were reports of an infant missing for three weeks being sighted as deformed and obese next to deceased civilians. Surely it wasn¡¯t a coincidence that the ¡®thing¡¯ was the infant¡­ right? It can¡¯t be. Right? chapter 2 When school ended, the older boy wasn¡¯t as nimble as he wanted to be, being precarious and stumbling over himself in a hurry to get home, before anything could escalate any further. He had left the younger boy behind after disclosing the information to him, leaving him in a fervor state of apprehension. This wasn¡¯t anything new. News like this was typical and evidently never taken seriously. What bothered them was that they were physically involved with one, which could end them up with desecrating reputations. It was already worse that their school was prone to spreading information once they got their grubby hands on it. If word comes out that the both of them were sheltering a murderous anomaly, they would be the talking stock of everyone¡¯s conversations, and the reason behind someone¡¯s death. Both of the boys knew that the ¡®thing¡¯ was capable of this sort of thing. But they didn¡¯t know how much damage it would do before they get to the organism. As the elder boy opened the door, he was hit with an indomitable hesitation, hindering him from opening the door any further, or looking up to see the creation the ¡®thing¡¯ created. It''s good that his parents aren¡¯t home. Expecting to see blood all over the living room and random dead bodies, he was surprised to see that the blob was sitting on the floor waiting for him to come home. Evidently, the younger boy finally caught up with his elder friend; stood behind him observing the living room too through the limited space he had. Verily it was a miracle the blob didn¡¯t do what they had anxiously expected, but still, it¡¯s better if they be conscious about unexpected passerbyers. Picking up the now greasy organism, the young boy started joking around with the ¡®thing,¡¯ jiggling it in his hand, and watching the gasoline-like soluble run down his hand eventually dripping down on the wooden floor. Pretty much everything was settled down. The atmosphere was at an equilibrium, the situation at the moment was tranquil without any bloodshed, and overall, everything was ok. For now. Hearing a few scratchy mewls from the organism being held in the older boy''s arms, the younger boy went up to it and started conversing with the blob; he named it diesel, consequently because of how much gasoline was covered in the organism, kind of like slime. It was unfathomable how his younger friend could be so content after hearing what their classmate said. But it doesn¡¯t matter now, he¡¯s more done at the fact he named the damn thing diesel. Why not a better name at least? ¡°I think we should give diesel a bath¡­¡± Gasoline-like soluble continued to run down his hand, even though he voluntarily stopped jiggling it. ¡°Heh, she produces a lot of gasoline.¡± He averted his gaze to his older friend. It''s still undiscerned whether or not the news of the deformed infant has any correlation to the organism they are habitating, but at the same time, it was pretty unprecedented for anomalies to form at such a young age. When the organism dropped in front of them, both of them just thought it was something else or residue left back from another anomaly. They weren¡¯t expecting diesel. Normally, news stations would always report sightings of deformed or emaciated figures roaming around towns at night; indomitable adversaries to humans trying to stay alive. People weren¡¯t too anxious though, it isn¡¯t real until they see it with their own eyes. Besides, nobody really trusts the news station nor the police. If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. Regardless, even if none of them believed in these sightings, it was without a doubt true that they have one, and in their own hands too. ¡°Should we find out more info on the infant?¡± The elder boy looked at him, ¡°in introspect, I think it would be a good idea, for us and for the parents.¡± On his computer searching through each new article that potentially mentioned anything about an infant anomaly, his younger friend was playing with diesel on his bed, getting all the gasoline liquid on the sheets. It was a new pair of bedsheets too. Any information found ended up being redundant. All that was stated was the appearance and sightings of the infant, nothing else. It was almost like the whole universe; the internet too, was sequestering them from any relevant information on the infant anomaly, even sites where you can find almost every answer to the most idiotic questions didn¡¯t even have one discussion about it. ¡°Ahh..¡± His younger friend looked up at him as he groaned, ¡°nothing?¡± The elder boy nodded. ¡°Why don¡¯t we go to the hospital and see if they have any records of diesel?¡± ¡°¡­. You plan on taking her too, yeah?¡± ¡°¡­¡± Diesel started huffing and puffing air out through her body on all sides. ¡°Dammit! If only we knew her real name, man¡­¡± ¡°Why don''t we list out all girl names and see which one diesel reacts to?¡± The elder boy rubbed his nose bridge, ¡°that¡¯s gonna take forever.¡± ¡°¡­¡± The young boy stared as the gasoline continued to exude out her deformed body, even though he wasn¡¯t putting much force on her. He started to wonder, how can such an infant produce so much gasoline? Yeah he expected for each anomaly to be different, but not once has he seen any trace left back from one. For diesel, however, you can totally find her through her little puddles. ¡°¡­.¡± The young boy gently put pressure on the organism with his thumbs, extracting out more, ¡°we should be careful no one sets her on fire.¡± The elder friend said nothing but hummed in agreement. That outcome was highly unlikely if they do a good job hiding diesel. Diesel, who was being tickled by the young boy: Eeii! Eiii! Eeeiii! Diesel¡¯s other guardian got up and lifted her up from her other guardian who was playing with her, and proceeded to the bathroom to wash off for the night. Her elder guardian had already informed his parents that her other guardian will be staying the night at their home. Happy, she snuggled in the blanket, ready to go to sleep. And so, when the lights turned out, so did the two boys'' energy. Chapter Three ¡°Alright diesel, time for you to go back into the closet.¡± Fortunately, all three slept solemnly without anything to worry about; mostly on diesel, but they weren¡¯t relatively worried about her getting hurt since they were all together last night. If they keep it up at this pace then they wouldn¡¯t get caught, which was their main purpose. Endowing diesel with crackers and water, the usual essentials, the two boys get themselves ready before going to school. They were planning on doing more investigating, obviously with an internet-savvy classmate of theirs to help them at least get somewhere with the investigation, and then hopefully come back home to diesel not outside the perimeters of the elder boy''s bedroom. ¡°Let¡¯s hope another anomaly doesn¡¯t fall in front of us.¡± ¡°True.¡± ¡°I can¡¯t tell if you took that seriously or not¡­¡± ¡°Huh?¡± ¡°...¡± The younger friend sped-walked away from his friend. Upon reaching their school, the two boys had found the tech-savvy classmate they were going to commence their investigation with. Just by looking at each other, they unanimously agreed to go up to him during their free time, or after school. But would they be able to? During their congregation after school, when they were able to get some free time to ask for help, the elder boy was very apprehensive; again, mostly on diesel. But this time, he was fidgeting a lot, unable to get rid of this burdensome gut feeling that something is somehow wrong. He didn¡¯t tell his younger friend because that would only worry him, if it even would, but he knew that he and his friend made sure everything was perfect. Diesel has her necessities, she was confined in his room, she was positively comfortable, and overall relatively well provided for. He just couldn¡¯t help feeling that something was wrong. Regardless, he didn¡¯t want to ruin this opportunity after learning that their tech-savvy classmate doesn¡¯t come to school often. Not much was uncovered other than the fact there were more appearances of the deformed baby, slowly becoming more altered, near more dead bodies before fully disappearing. Both the elder and younger friend glanced at each other knowing why she fully disappeared. As for the rest, again, it was redundant and pretty much unsolicited news regarding people and their animosity against police when it comes to anomalies. The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. Thanking the tech-savvy classmate, the both of them paraded back home, passing by junkies lacking propriety, the elderly propensity to display their inclement emotions, police patrolling the area, and families bonding earnestly. And yet all these people don¡¯t realize anomalies are real. Don¡¯t realize one elder boy lowering his head down almost like he is shameful for something, and the youngest trying to assimilate amidst the crowd while hiding something confidential. While one is apprehended by the imaginary tenacity of their gazes, the towns folks didn¡¯t care, they were just boys walking home. Looking slightly above him, glancing at his elder friend, that¡¯s when he noticed something was up, and out of concern asked him what¡¯s wrong. The elder boy fervently looked around making sure nobody was near before confiding with his friend. ¡°I just can¡¯t help but think something happened to Diesel¡­¡± The younger boy scratching his chin: ¡°I¡¯m sure she¡¯s fine. I¡¯ll buy you a drink to calm your nerves down a little.¡± The elder boy nodded before gesturing to continue walking home. The younger boy felt a little dejected, since he was also planning on getting a drink for himself too, but his friend¡¯s feelings matter more. You might as well call him considerate. Resuming their walk they finally reached their destination, and once again, the elder boy was enveloped in trepidation again. He didn¡¯t want to step foot inside, let alone open the door, anxious he might see diesel loose and creating a ruckus, or blood¡­ no, he mustn¡¯t think like that. He¡¯ll only create sleepless nights for himself, besides, it¡¯s not like diesels visage will change in such a short duration of time. It¡¯s not like time elapses that quickly for her to start becoming more unamiable, technically, he doesn¡¯t know whether she¡¯s friendly or not, ¡®it¡¯ just accepted his embrace somehow. Surely she¡¯ll start conforming to humanity once she¡¯s used to them, for sure. The elder boy continues to stand in front of the door, hesitant to open it. Seeing the situation, the younger boy tries to ameliorate his friend''s frantic state. Grabbing his arm, he starts soothingly speaking to him, reassuring that everything will be alright, and joking around how the reserved, studious elder is all of a sudden breaking his character. ¡°If you want, can I take care of it until you¡¯re stable enough to take her back?¡± ¡°No, it''s fine, you have a dog. Don¡¯t want to put your pet in potential danger.¡± The younger boy shrugged, still not convinced that diesel will do anything. He opened the door creating suspense for his elder friend who was not relieved from the stress he was feeling. To his surprise, the house was kept well. The boys entered their humble abode worry free, now the only thing they had to check up on is diesel. Going upstairs, they checked every corner just in case she came out of the bedroom, but everything was still normal. All the doors upstairs were closed and untouched, finally making the elder boy calm his nerves. Everything was normal. His room was normal. But where was diesel? The panic settled in between both boys. They started opening all the rooms, checking each and every crevice, and then they finally got to the bathroom. Centered in the middle of the bathroom tiles, diesel was present, adjacent to vomit with discrepancy to normal human vomit; a thick consistency. Following the vomit, there was a single finger covered in the residue of the vomit. ¡°Oh shit¡­¡± Chapter Four ¡°Ew¡­ it smells like¡­ idk it smells nasty.¡± ¡°You''re not making my anxiety any better, you dumbass!¡± ¡°Sorry!¡± The young boy scrunched his face with grimace: ¡°we should probably clean this up before your parents come back.¡± The elder boy looked at his friend who was carefully inching towards the sink cabinet. Yeah no shit Sherlock! He thought to himself before heading to run the bath with lukewarm water. Diesel was sound asleep. The young boy had guessed that she had separation anxiety and missed her guardians so much she went to the bathroom to release her profound distress, and then threw up before falling into slumber. His elder friend whipped his head around and sucked his tongue at him. Subsequently, he let out a little chuckle, which he can candidly say, he knew it would piss his friend off when technically he should be serious. Inadvertently, diesel woke up due to the loud sound of the bath water being poured out by her guardian. Still in a daze she was looking around wondering what was going on. But once she saw her guardian¡¯s, she was ecstatic. At least the younger boy was right about diesel having separation anxiety. Diesel, of course wanting to know what the two boys were doing, scooted closer to them. Observing them intently with her two quarter sized eyes, she thought they were doing their mundane diurnal, which also included washing her up. She wasn¡¯t wrong though, her older guardian was going to wash her up, until a little disturbance happened. Noticing a weight on his shoulder, the younger boy turned around from what he was doing before to see what his friend wanted. ¡°Hear me out.¡± ¡°I''m listening.¡± He took a deep breath before continuing, ¡°let''s go outside and have Diesel throw up everything.¡± The younger boy just looked at his friend, raising an eyebrow; as if he wasn¡¯t already dumb, what his friend said threw him in a stupefied state. ¡°We¡¯ll bathe her when we come back home, but for now, let''s just have her vomit outside.¡± The young boy just standing there: ???? ¡°I don¡¯t want Diesel throwing up more dismembered bodies in my house!¡± ¡°We can just let it decay in my grandma¡¯s sister''s garden. Would make for a good fertilizer, I think?¡± ¡°...¡± The elder boy grabbed a towel from the rack adjacent to him and used it to pick up Diesel, propping her closer to his chest, making sure she was secured and obscured. Diesel didn¡¯t know what was going on, of course, she thought they were finally going back to the bedroom to congregate; she was hoping to join them searching stuff on the computer again. ¡°Wait, what do you want me to do with the finger?¡± ¡°Pick it up with a tissue and go bury it. Was your idea no?¡± ¡°Oh wow, you actually like my idea for once?!¡± ¡®Dumbass¡¯ All three of them proceeded downstairs, one thought they were going on an adventure, and the two others were expecting the unprecedented.
It wasn¡¯t a far walk away from the older boy''s home, but it was far enough that none of the passersby saw anything peculiar. To be more concise, they¡¯re in a desolate area lacking civilians from their main town. It was beneficial though, less eyes means less rumors, and less rumors means no censure of their reputation. Yeah, the older boy admits it¡¯s a bit precarious of him to roam about with an anomaly, who just threw up a finger, but it¡¯s not like Diesel was leaving the house to intentionally murder and dismember them. She couldn¡¯t even do it on her own volition, she panicked and threw up in his bathroom, so there was no room for margin or error that Diesel was of no harm to people. Besides, it¡¯s probable that the finger was from before the two of them encountered her, before they became acquainted with her. The younger boy was looking at his friend the whole duration of the walk to a secluded alleyway. He didn¡¯t want to make any assumptions right off the bat, but during the whole time he was eyeing him, he noticed the elder boy strengthened his tenacity on Diesel. It¡¯s not like she was going anywhere, but it was without a doubt conceivable that his friend was getting overly attached to her, in a parental way. Maybe all the research about an obese and discombobulated infant being sighted and its discreet connection to Diesel really altered his brain. And yet he calls himself composed and reticent, heh. Still, it didn¡¯t strive him away from the fact that he was worried for his friend. Heck, even he knew that Diesel could be bad or good; infants don¡¯t know their rights from wrong, conversely to anomalies¡­ well maybe, since they only make people mortified and eventually kill them off, but still! They finally found an alleyway for Diesel to let everything out. The older boy gently placed her down on the concrete ground, removing her from the comfort of the towel she had been commuting in. Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. ¡°Alright, now we just have to get her to vomit everything out.¡± The younger boy looked at his friend, this time with more concern visible on his visage. ¡°How are we gonna get her to do that?¡± ¡°... I don''t know. I didn¡¯t think that far.¡± ¡°HAHA, looks like my stupid brain cells are finally invading your cells!¡± The elder boy just snarled his nose at him before wacking his ass. Now the both of them looked at Diesel. They didn¡¯t come to a general consensus on what to do, so they figured they¡¯d try everything they thought of. What they didn¡¯t do was decide who was going first. The elder boy was walking away, trying to trigger Diesel¡¯s separation anxiety that she apparently had. The younger boy knelt down to Diesel and asked, ¡°throw up for me?¡± The elder boy stopped in place, discerning what his friend said, before cursing him out with confusion. ¡°How are you content asking her that?¡± ¡°What? I¡¯m just asking.¡± ¡°And do you think she¡¯ll immediately do that? Are you stupid?¡± ¡°You¡¯ll never know unless you try-¡° And within the next minute she started puking, starting with small dismembered body parts progressing to larger parts, whole feets and hands. To them, it didn¡¯t look like she was involuntarily doing it, but rather, she acted upon request. It felt perpetual, like she wanted to show more of what she collected, or extorted. Regardless of what she wanted to show, the boys had to act upon inclination; the morbid smell from the rotting body parts made its way to the boys, tantalizing them, and evidently the elder boy started gagging. The younger boy floundered to stay regulated so as to stop Diesel from ejecting out more; but within a nick of time the smell also made his way to irk him. Manifolds of stuff came out as well as toenails and hair, adding on to the grotesque scene. Looking back, his friend was submitted to his bodily reaction and started projectile vomiting on the now greenish-brown concrete. He was also about to surrender too, but then Diesel started to mewl again, trying to gain the attention of her guardians who were suffering from the penetrating smell. ¡°That''s cool Diesel! Now come over here, far away from the body parts, hehe¡­¡± And again, Diesel acted upon request, following her guardian away from the residue she left behind. ¡°Is she done?¡± the elder boy asked, covering his mouth and nose with the towel he used to carry Diesel. ¡°Yeah, I''m pretty sure that''s all.¡± ¡°Good, let''s go back home before we get caught near body remains.¡± With corresponding events, you can say that Diesel and the elder boy are very similar, it¡¯s almost like they are secretly siblings. But if that wasn¡¯t enough, when the boys were getting ready to depart and tramp to the train station, the weather decided that it was going to be inclement tonight. ¡®Fuck¡¯ The two of them thought in unison. Now they had to run through the rain to the train station. Great. As they ran through the rain, they prayed that their designated train wasn¡¯t delayed or had passed already, praying that the train would be there the minute they swipe inside to the tunnel, praying that they wouldn¡¯t look suspicious, and praying that people weren¡¯t looking at them. Most likely their prayers wouldn¡¯t be answered or as a matter of fact, heard, but it''s not like they couldn¡¯t at least try? Eventually, they made it to the train station on time, got on the train headed home, and sat down enjoying the surprisingly uncrowded cart. The yellow dim light along with the warm colored plastic seats felt nostalgic, but oddly melancholic. The sound of the moving cart resounded the whole proximity of the train, from the right to left. ¡°Hey, wanna know something from when I used to hang out with my sister?¡± ¡°Hm?¡± ¡°Me and my sister used to take this train back home whenever we left the village. When we got home we would pack our bags to go out again.¡± The elder boy nodded. ¡°And then I think one day when we were playing on the soccer field in the village, we saw, like, those people with those mini food carts. It was an old couple selling fruit snacks.¡± ¡°Oh I haven''t seen those in a while.¡± ¡°Yeah, same here. But I remember hearing a scream from the grandma, and then people came out of the house to see what happened.¡± The elder boy''s attention was gathered more than ever. ¡°My sister went to go check out what was happening too, and i wanted to come but she told me to wait. Then, I think she was running to get me, I don¡¯t know, but i remember grabbing my hand and taking the train back home.¡± ¡°Wait so what happened?¡± ¡°Apparently the grandma saw a dead person in the open sewer. The officials said it was probably another murder or an anomaly did that. I heard that the parents of the person were angry and sued the police department responsible for the investigation or something like that.¡± ¡°Hmph, no wonder why it''s so deserted now, they felt unsafe.¡± It was true. Ever since that incident, more deaths started accumulating and families who thought they were safe began to move; now only vagrants and impoverished people live there, but despite that it was still desolated. After a while, they reached their destination, and started walking back to the elder boy''s house which was not too far. The younger boy notified his and his friends'' parents that he¡¯ll be staying the night again. All three of them hoarded up in the bedroom, mostly reflecting about today. ¡°Wait, did you clean up the vomit?¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°Phew.¡± ¡°Guess I''ll go to sleep then.¡± The younger boy nodded, spreading a spare bedsheet on his friend''s floor since he decided to sleep next to Diesel on the floor and give her some company; after he was done he turned off the lights and laid straight down on his back. The younger boy turned his head to stare at Diesel: damn you look more scary in the dark! chapter five ¡°I feel bad¡­¡± ¡°Why?¡± The two boys were sitting on the stairs for lunch, making sure to avoid walking deans and teachers passing by. The elder boy was still retrospecting what happened last night, the fervor feeling of getting possibly caught was eating away inside him. All the younger friend could do was sigh, continuing his snack and staring off into space. His elder friend was conjuring up the courage to confide in him about what was bothering him; when he looked over to initiate a venting session, the young boy was infatuated at a cockroach crawling towards food he was dropping for it. ¡®...¡¯ He slammed his foot on the roach, crushing it and turning his foot on it for extra precaution measures. He didn¡¯t want any roaches crawling onto his clothes to carry home, and he surely didn¡¯t want a goodnight smoochie from any either. The thought of that sent shivers down his spines and started making him overthink about diesel eating roaches too. Maybe she was fond of roaches? They do have some nutrients that she might need. He¡¯ll start thinking about having Diesel as a roach repellent or consumer. The young boy who was looking at the flattened roach: Mr. cocky¡­ :c ¡°As I was saying.¡± The younger boy gave him his undivided attention, making sure to look at his eyes only and concentrate on what he was saying without going into a reverie state. He turned his body towards his elder locking eyes, which kind of made his older friend awkward, but regardless he continued. ¡°I feel like I wasn¡¯t really concerned about the severed finger she just threw up¡­¡± The younger friend looked at this friend a little confused but then immediately told his opinion, ¡°oh i just think you were being more cool headed and, uh, collected.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know man¡­ I feel like I was just so focused on the bodies not being in my house instead of worrying about where and whose body parts they belong too.¡± He nodded his head with affirmation, ¡°I agree, but your mom was about to come home, and i think if i was in your position i would do the same.¡± He continued, ¡°plus i was just following you, and well i think what we did was better than, you know, suspiciously showing the police body parts. And you didn¡¯t want to bring attention to us, right? Even better that we dumped them somewhere else!¡± ¡°And well¡­ I don¡¯t think it¡¯s our responsibility to like, find out whose body parts they are. We should leave that to the police¡­¡± The younger boy looked at his friend to see if he made any sense to him, and even though he doesn¡¯t like taking sides or making an opinion, he did stand his ground when he said that. She was extorting dismembered parts and his friend simply didn¡¯t want to be affiliated with it. Even he was scared for a bit. But seeing him being content and thinking critically, he just kinda felt calm and followed him. ¡°Yeah?¡± the elder boy contemplated; then dropped the conversation again without dragging it to avoid asking for attention. Now the two sat in silence, staring at the dust particles flying around, and looking outside the window through the stairs fence that blocked them. When the bell resounded throughout the staircase the boys got up and dusted off their butts from the dirty stairs, which may, or may not, have questionable dried up liquid¡­ Human liquid¡­ Against all odds, when school was over for the day, and the two of them stayed back to venture around the school to discuss school drama and rumors of other students they talked to once in a full moon, news about an unexpected occurrence at the desolate village arose. One of their classmates who had stayed back to hang out with them for a little while was the one to go off tangent and mention it. Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. Said classmate was preparing to show them the news outlet for that specific area; but it was pretty much useless when she was giving substantial information about the case then the police were. Mentioning the ramifications that police and detectives were concluding about where the body parts came from, to how the rain strengthened the foul stench of the desecrated body parts, that were already rotting from the beginning. She kept on going on and on, being loquacious to the point where the news outlet proved useless when being compared to the information she was spouting out. She even gave her own shrewdness and practical theories of how the body parts gathered in an alleyway. Despite her rambunctiousness, the minute she mentioned how the officers are reopening cases now that they have identified the body parts to the missing persons¡¯, the two boys began to panic. The two boys looked at each other. ¡°...¡± ¡°...¡± ¡®FUCK! DON¡¯T REASSURE ME NEXT TIME AND CALL ME OUT!¡¯ The young boy retrospecting: we should''ve brought bags¡­ wait no that''s worse. The elder boy looked at her and excused them both saying it¡¯s getting late and they need to head on back home. They walked down the stairs to the main entrance leisurely, and once they stepped foot outside of school grounds, they made a run for it back home. Once again, but this time the younger boy too, were trepidatious of Diesel. The girl that was now abandoned by the both of them just walked around the school looking for other people to randomly have a conversation with. She really wanted to tell them the pretty girl who was being interviewed by the broadcast went to their school too. But it was probably for the best that they left or else they would¡¯ve stayed for another hour or so forcing themselves to listen to her rant about how pretty the girl was. The elder boy was running ahead of his younger friend, once again leaving him behind whilst he slipped through the congested sidewalk back home. By accident, he bumped into a baseball player supposedly from their school and apologized before he even processed what happened. The younger boy passed by afterwards and apologized appropriately in advance while catching his breath, and once he did, he jogged back on the path his friend took. The baseball boy could candidly say that he looked crippiled running, especially with how he was swinging his arms and jogging on his tippy toes. The younger boy who finally reached his elder friend''s house was wheezing his heart out, noticing that he already went in and came to the front door with Diesel in his arms wrapped in a towel again. Now the only problem is what are they going to do? He beckoned for him to come upstairs in his room to think of how they were going to flee the country to which on the contrary the absurd idea should¡¯ve been switched with the younger boy but was coming out the elder boy''s mouth. This made the younger boy reminisce on his prior thought he had before, his friend really was getting attached to an anomaly, and not very healthy either. ¡°I think you should calm down. The police aren¡¯t really gonna come for us you know-¡± ¡°But someone could¡¯ve seen us! They could¡¯ve seen us leaving the alleyway from afar!¡± The elder boy was sweating profusely, drenching his bangs and leaving the sweat dew on tiny strands. Taking off his glasses and resting them on his table near the foot of his bed, he started wiping his eyes and pushed his hair back resting his hands there. Regardless of all the comforting mechanisms his younger friend tried, he still couldn¡¯t calm his rapidly beating heart that was making it hard for him to breathe. The younger boy stood in front of him while he continued to panic perpetually. He did want to tell him to calm down until they meet her again for questioning, but knowing his elder friend, it would only make him worried. Out of all the three years he knew his elder friend, he had never seen him panic this much before over an anomaly before. Well, yeah he had a good reason to panic and such, but it just feels weird to see him having a mental breakdown. Even before they had meet Diesel, which was astonishing because his elder friend was the one who willingly picked her up on his own volition, whenever someone just so as minutely mentions anything about encountering an anomaly, he would always raise his lips and mention how ludicrous it was that people still gather attention around anomalies; but regardless, he still followed his friends footsteps ¡®Should I be worried too?¡¯ Not knowing what to do ¨C which was evident ¨C he finessed his way to his friend''s armpit and started tickling him, catching the elder boy off guard by the sudden action. Well at least it worked and calmed him down. A strange affiliation enveloped inside Diesel when she saw her guardians frolicking around, and when she tried to join, she felt the atmosphere simultaneously change. The two boys returned back to reality and remembered what they were panicking over. As potent as it was to take care of Diesel, they got other things to worry about first. ¡°Can we just wait until tomorrow? I doubt they¡¯ll connect the incident to us, plus we can just ask the girl about the broadcast again?¡± ¡°I suppose¡­¡± He felt encumbered over this whole ordeal, but he tried to keep his cool for himself and his younger friend. Better they wait until tomorrow.