Lucien bolted upright, tearing himself from Dahlia’s comforting hold, and paced an unsteady stream of steps.
“They’re coming. They’re coming, they’re coming. They’re coming for me, Dolly.” He pulled at his horns until his knuckles went white, and groaned, fully immersed in the insanity of his dual sides talking to him, mocking him, yelling in his ears. “Just make it stop.” He whimpered and scratched at his chest until blooms of blood painted his thin t-shirt.
“Are you happy now? You shot a crazy person.” Dahlia hissed through her teeth, just under her breath.
“I would be lying if I said I wasn’t happy,” Elijah said, grinning at the girl – Dahlia, as he heard from the demon he shot dead. He turned to the pacing demon. “Who’s coming?”
A shadow approached them. Elijah stiffened, cocking his gun again. He was too accustomed with the feel of the metal that using his own skills didn’t satisfy his craving for bloodshed. The shadow neared, somewhat tall with a feminine frame. He lowered the gun when he realized who it was.
“Why do you have your gun on display?” Natalie’s eyes were wide, her chin-length black hair barely ruffled by the wind as she held tightly on her bag of groceries. She looked back and forth on him and at Dahlia and Lucien. She plucked the gun from his fingers. “What happened here? Did he hurt you?” she asked Dahlia, tucking the gun in her grocery bag.
“Demons.” He said. “Demons.” He repeated. “Lilith, demons. Lilith and demons.” Lucien spoke quicker than Dahlia could keep up with. He ran his mouth, spewing warnings and expressing his fears. He jerked his sharp jaw and stared off behind Dahlia and Elijah. Dahlia’s heart sank to her stomach as Lucien’s mouth slashed open in a violent grin.
“Malachi. You’re here.” At first Dahlia didn’t see the boy, standing like a filthy version of Lucien, madness and all. “Malachi, I knew you would be here. Who’ve you brought with you? You’re messing with my frequencies. I’m all deranged.” Lucien smacked the side of his head one too many times and laughed, starting off and talking to his shadow.
“Malachi. I can’t think straight. I know you have someone. Malachi.” His voice boomed louder and louder at the figure who wouldn’t move.
“Uh….No, but he shot my friend, who is sick, by the way.” Dahlia said, slightly kinder to the new girl. “I’m Dahlia. That’s Lucien.” She said with a nod of her head in Lucien’s direction. She’d decided to let him spew nonsense to a person she wasn’t sure she could see. Perhaps it would calm him down.
Natalie gaped at Elijah in mortification. “How could you?”
Elijah ignored her and grabbed for his other gun tucked behind him on his waistband. “I sense a supernatural presence here.” He looked at Lucien and his unbalanced behavior, then he turned to Dahlia. “What is wrong with your friend?”
“I’m sorry about what he did.” Natalie didn’t even know how to make up for it. “I don’t even know if a sorry is enough, but…” she paused, snagging on Elijah’s shirt. “This is Elijah, and I’m Natalie. We’re really sorry.”
“It’s not really in my disposition to apologize after I slay someone. Would it be rather rude to apologize for doing something I really meant, don’t you think?” Elijah pried Natalie’s hand from his shirt and stepped toward Lucien, grasping his shoulders to stop him. “Who is Malachi?”
Welcome to the Lucien and Elijah serial by Aubrey Meeks and Julienne
The accompanying illustration was done by Aegisdea and I couldn’t be happier!
Who indeed is Malachi? Who exactly is in danger here? What’s wrong with Lucien?
Stay turned for tomorrow’s instalment of Abomination Boy and Half a Prince to find out!
Lucien and Abomination Boys characters and writing © Aubrey “Meeks” Brown 2015
Elijah and writing © Julienne 2015