BROOD PARASITE.

 ❝  that  doesn’t  sound  like  a  very  good  idea.  ❞  in  place  of  a  worried  frown,  or  any  symbol  of  doubt,  is  a  crooked  grin.  her  grandmother  is  in  town  for  her  annual  visit  and  has  requested  to  see  her  later  that  night  for  dinner.  heart  would  more  than  love  it  if  she  were  to  arrive  looking  less  than  presentable  as  a  result  of  what  she’s  done.  why  should  she  be  the  only  one  miserable  that  night?  as  the  saying  goes,  misery  loves  company.  ❝  let’s  do  that.  ❞

“   i  only  have  good  ideas.  ”    she’s  already  hanging  from  the  lower  tree  branches,  pulling  herself  higher  with  both  arms.   her  shoes  have  been  abandoned  somewhere,  forgotten.   most  likely  left  for  dead  now  with  all  their  gathered  mud  stains,  they’re  better  off  really.    “  it’s  easier  without  shoes.   my  laces  always  get  stuck  on  things.  ”   

    tall stature stays frozen where it is.    wild eyed man looks at the young girl with blazed bewilderment as he edges  fright.    he hates to say that’s what it is  ,  but he’s never been far too good with words.    gene swears it every class.    barry still remains frozen in place when he swears he’s already gone out of her way like she demanded.    these little ones seem to just scream whenever nothing goes their way.    it’s beyond him.

    ❛      well    …    don’t  just  come  outta  nowhere  like  that  !      ❜     he huffs as a nearly shaky hand pressed at the bridge of his nose.    this man has seemingly stared death down every barrel  ,  but nothing like that prepared him for feral children.    ❛      what  the  fu      ————    wh  -       ❜    he struggles with his words trying to get  something  like understanding from this.    thenhe realizes it’s late into the night.    people like him should be the only ones here.    ❛      what’re  you  like  thirteen  ?    what’re  you  even  doing  out  here  this  late?    like    …    that.      ❜

growling  echoes  at  the  back  of  her  throat.   they  always  want  to  pry,  as  it  matters  at  all.   quite  rude,  in  fact.   but  it’s  a  waste  of  time  to  ask,  useless to  answer.   no  one’s  looking,  likely  they  don’t  even  realize  she’s  gone.   ellie  bird  is  safe  and  sound,  tucked  on  the  covers  like  she’s  meant  to  be.   she  prefers  not  to  ruin  the  illusion.

     ❛      WHERE  DID  YOU  COME  FROM  ?      ❜    god  ,  not this again.    losing that one little girl was enough for him to understand that there are some people out there unlike him  ,  but a  huge  part of him didn’t seem to believe it.

    wild eyed he squinted as if that would give him more of an understanding.    there was no one around him and her appearance more than startled him.    he might have a heart attack right here and now.     ❛      what  the  fuck  ?      ❜

an  odd  sight  in  suburban  terrain,  as  if  she’s  been  plucked  from  her  own  world  and  misplaced  somewhere.   the  feral  child  has  emerged  from  hiding  to  wander  back  home,  trailing  the  dirt  and  leaves  behind  her  with  each  step.