"Aaralynn?"
Karista was waving a hand in front of Aaralynn's face and was snapping her
fingers occasionally. Aaralynn tried to focus on Karista, but it was hard. From
where she was sitting in the cafeteria, she could easily look out the window
overlooking the lake and see the sleeping form of Asche there. Karista, who was
sitting across her couldn't.
Reluctantly, Aaralynn turned back towards her new
best friend.
"Yes?" She asked distracted.
"As I was saying...” Karista started saying,
but stopped when she saw Aaralynn was not with her mentally anymore. Irritated,
Karista turned towards whatever it is Aaralynn was staring at. Asche. Asche
Faber.
Karista's expression darkened.
"Aaralynn!" Karista practically screamed. A few heads turned their
direction. Aaralynn's own head snapped back to Karista. Abandoning her lunch,
Karista stood up and dragged Aaralynn out of the cafeteria.
When they got to a quieter part of the school,
Karista blew up.
"I told you to stay away from that guy. He
will only hurt you! Now tell me the truth, you like him don't you!? I saw you
stare at him lots of times!"
Aaralynn nodded. "Yes. I do like him Karista.
I don't believe he will hurt me. He's beautiful. You know what I mean? Like
really beautiful."
Karista sighed. She knew what Aaralynn was talking
about. Asche was a handsome young man. He would be the subject of crush of many
girls if only they weren't so frightened of him. Karista believed that Asche
would endanger her friend if she lets Aaralynn go on like this.
"You don't know that do you Aar? That guy
will hurt you! More physically than mentally! He's a sick psycho who likes
hurting people! I've seen the people he tortured who got in his way lots of
times. They are all deranged now! You got me? Stay away from him!!"
Aaralynn looked away in contempt.
"Fine!" Karista bellowed. "It's
really up to you! Just trust me when I say he'll hurt you!"
Karista walked away from her friend. Aaralynn
could only look at Karista's retreating figure all the while thinking, ‘I'll
show her he's a nice guy.’
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The next day, Aaralynn decided to stay away from
Karista just a little bit longer. Karista sent her messages of apology.
Aaralynn messaged back saying she was never mad at Karista and assured her it's
all alright. But Aaralynn decided to stay away from Karista just a little bit
longer until she can get just a little bit closer to Asche.
So today Aaralynn avoided Karista the whole day
and went to the lake with her lunch. As usual, Asche was there. Lying down,
eyes closed. Aaralynn walked towards Asche and sat down beside him. It was a
fine spring day and the breeze blew quietly. Aaralynn cast a glance at Asche.
Up close, he was more marvelous than Aaralynn had ever seen him. Milky white
skin and contrasting dark hair. It's all too beautiful. He looked peaceful and
still in his sleep.
Or at least that's what Aaralynn thinks. He's
asleep. Until he opened one eye and caught Aaralynn's face right on top of his,
her chocolate eyes staring down at him. Surprised, he sat up quickly and they
ended up banging foreheads.
Aaralynn jerked back and rubbed her forehead a
little. Then she looked back at Asche. Asche's eyes went wide with horror and
his face was of sheer shock. Aaralynn can't help but giggle a little.
"You'll catch a cold sleeping here,"
Aaralynn said airily. Like she hadn't been staring and merely passing by.
"What do you care?" Asche replied a bit
roughly and scooted a little farther away from Aaralynn. Aaralynn just smiled
at him.
"Get lost," Asche muttered to Aaralynn.
She shook her head a little bit.
"No, I love it here. It's a fine spot here.
Don't you get a little bit lonely spending it alone? I decided you share it
with me."
Asche pulled Aaralynn by the hair closer to him.
Aaralynn whimpered a little at the roughness. "I said get lost. Or I'll
hurt you. I mean it."
"I know you mean it. I heard the
stories," Aaralynn tried to say it as steadily as she could, but a little
bit of fear interlaced in her voice.
"So get lost!" Asche shoved her away and
lay down again.
"But I don't believe it!" Aaralynn said
firmly to Asche. How hard-headed is this girl? Asche sighed to himself. He just
wants to be left alone. This girl had ruined it for him.
He turned around so he wouldn't be facing her and
tried going back to sleep. To peace. Sleep is like peace to Asche. No one
bothered him. No teachers to get on his back, no father nagging and beating him
up, and certainly no random girl bothering him right now.
Asche shut his eyes for a long time. But sleep
didn't come. He could still feel the girl there, eating her lunch and doing
whatever she wanted to do. Asche couldn't care less. He didn't even know her.
But there's something about her. She wasn't scared.
Not at all. There's no sense of fear in her, which he usually sense in people
who came in contact with him. Even the adults. Even his drunk and abusive
father. To an extent at least.
He doesn't remember her from anywhere, but she
remembered seeing her face a couple of times. Sighing, he sat up. Even she
deprived him from peaceful sleep.
"I am Aaralynn," Aaralynn chirped
happily. Asche grunted, not really caring. After a while, Aaralynn noticed that
Asche is not replying. "I know you're Asche."
Asche grunted again. Of course she knew him. Who
doesn't? He's the terror of the town after all. Everybody knows him. Everybody
fears him. He could hear people talking about him. Whispering. Always
whispering and pointing where ever he goes.
Some of them wondered why he wasn't put into a
lunatic asylum or locked up somewhere safe. Some wondered how he is able to
freely walk the streets and attended the local school like a normal person. He
wasn't normal. He's twisted and likes to hurt people.
They remembered his first victim. 6 years old
Asche. A brown street puppy. Roasted and cooked alive in the microwave oven at
his house. His father, equally twisted, had beaten him hard. Very, very hard.
He broke the tendons in Asche's right shoulder and slices him from the neck to
his chest with a butcher knife. The scar poked through the collar of his shirt
up until now is proof. Asche was admitted to the hospital for three months.
At the age of 13, his second victim was a girl who
lived across his street. She was a very annoying girl and was cruel to
everyone. She wouldn't treat anyone nice and no one liked her. She tried to
bully Asche once because he looks lean and frail and seems to be a very easy
target. Asche made sure there wasn't a second time.
Late at night, he would creep into the girl's room,
tie her wrists to her bedposts and plaster her mouth. The girl woke up, unable
to scream and saw Asche before he blindfolds her. Then slowly, Asche would cut
parts her cheeks and slowly drag the knife across her legs. He could still feel
the thrill just by remembering it. Her whimpers of fear and tears. He was never
caught. The girl was sent to a mental asylum shortly after.
More victims come afterwards, whether humans or
animals, old or young, boy or girl, man or child. Asche didn't discriminate his
victims. Just for the pleasure of instilling fear into people is enough to
satisfy his sick mind. His reputation grows and by the years, the sense of fear
was everywhere and his need didn't need much satisfying anymore. His victims
lessened, but the fear people have for him had not.
Except for this one girl. Whoever she is. She's
still there, waiting for Asche to say something, staring at him.
He felt many stares before. But her stare by far
made him very uncomfortable. He never felt uncomfortable being stared at. He
was used to it. Everywhere he goes people will stare. It's not something new,
being stared at. But why is this girl so special? Why isn't she afraid of him?
In frustration, Asche left Aaralynn alone, walking
away and never looking back.
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