Memories of Childhood pt. 7

After a week or two had passed they both heard the beautiful chirping of birds one morning. They were free and flying about outside of the cave. They had no boundaries…. Unlike the two of them stuck in that damp dark and cold cave. The birds sang a lovely song and accompanying it was the first ray of sunshine in the morning.

The skinny boy was the first to wake up. His tired crust covered eyes were heavy. He wiped them clean and they slowly fluttered open. He looked over at a peacefully sleeping KJ to his left. He brushed his soft bright hair and spoke gently. "Worry no longer. You'll be leaving this hell hole soon enough."

The skinny boy got up when he heard steps growing louder by the second. KJ started to wake up as well.

PITTER PATTER PITTER PATTER PITTER PATTER

It was Kaballa...… he was finally back!

The skinny boy knelt in the corner with his hands placed over his knees.

CLING CLANG

The steel for swung open and Kaballa wreaked of alcohol. He stumbled around and fumbled with a brown bag. It looked like something was moving inside of it. He threw it on to the floor and a little delicate boy crawled out. Kaballa stepped on his arm for good measure. "You're a lively fella arentchyaa. Now listen close…. You can only be lively for me…"

He stumbled into the cage and laughed in his intoxicated state. He bent down to the little boy and licked his cheek with his putrid smelling breath leaking out. After licking the boy he hummed like it was a gift from the gods themselves. "Hmmmmmm." He made a face from pure ecstasy. "A little saltier than usual but it'll do." He bent down to his ear and whispered to the frightened boy. "Maybe I'll have another taste." The boy was laying face-first into the ground but Kaballa reached over him. He pulled the boys pants down and traced his untouched back. He looked crazily at the boy as he was filled with power in this moment. The boy's supple cheeks were directly swaying in the breeze. Kaballa winded his right hand back... He was going to leave a lasting handprint on the boy's cheeks. "Ohhh don't you worry my little bird. I'll leave my mark on youuuu." He was lightly singing but his voice was suddenly caught in his throat. The boy under him was crying but he never received Kaballa's filthy hand.

Kaballa's hand was now around his own throat as he gasped for breath. "WHAAAAAT ARE YOU LITTLE BASTARDS DOING TO MEEE!!!!! BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS YOU AND YOU'LL NEVER EAT AGAIN! I LEFT YOU ALONE BUT BUT EH-" Kaballa choked on his words again.

The skinny boy was clinging onto the spine he pulled out of Ahn. When Kaballa was intoxicated and infatuated with his fresh meat…. The skinny boy slowly maneuvered out of his sight. When it was the perfect moment he leapt at Kaballa. He swung the spine of Ahn around Kaballa's neck and held on for dear life. He was hanging off of the ground and he used all of his weight to pull Kaballa down.

The skinny boy was panting as he was already exhausted. The bone was jagged and sharp…. It finally began to pierce Kaballa's thick fat body. Blood slowly trickled from his neck as he cried out.

Kaballa gathered his strength as he began to move backwards. Faster and faster….. he increased his speed in an effort to slam the skinny boy into the bars of the cage. However... Kaballa didn't make it too far from his original position. There was a little nuisance in his plan….. it was..... Little KJ of course.