Pluie Noire

It was the middle of December, and the snow that had started last night didn’t seem to give up.

The sky was a pale gray, but thick, white flakes came down in massive quantities. The fields of Oceana were blanketed in white. Snow hung from the thick tree branches deep within the forest. A young boy by the name of Demi opened his eyes as he laid down in a small bed in a small room, within a modestly sized decrepit cabin.

He woke up and wrapped his arms around himself as he exhaled, his breath coming out in white puffs. He looked around, and found his quilt on the floor. He must have tossed and turned in his sleep again.

As he risen from his bed, he instinctively looked for the thermostat, only to remember that the only source of heat was from a fireplace.

“Still living with the family in mind?” A voice rang out. “They’re dead, Dimitri. They’ve been dead for months now.”

Demi shook his head as he walked down the wooden stairs. Each step made an audible creak that rang through the silent air. He reached the fireplace, only to find that there was no fire wood.

Demi moaned in frusturation. He stared down at himself. A hood that was stained with various splotches of a strange black fluid, which had also adorned his dark jeans as well. The residue had also resided on the front of his sneakers, creating an almost slick shine. He gazed around the house for the ax that he had found a week ago, which sat ontop of the table.

He spread his thin, pale fingers through his hood, and flipped it over his head. He wrapped his scarf around his neck, and over his mouth. He clenched the ax close, and used a hand to open the door to the outside world. He was blinded by the white coat over the land, narrowing his eyes as snow flew into them. The boy marched through the thick, white coat, out to find firewood to hope he gets back to the cabin and not freeze to death tonight.

It was hard to see in the dim room, but Demi looked like he had been robbed of his ability to sleep, which isn’t entirely untrue. Deep, dark circles had formed around his dull, purple eyes, and bag-like wrinkles sat underneath them. His skin, which usually was almost as pale as the moon, had a glowing orange hue to it due to the lighting.

“...How...?” Demi uttered, his voice lowly echoing in the empty room. The lamp on his desk flickered, and the air grew damp.

“How did it come to...this?” Demi continued. As the light went out, a burst of coldness entered the room. The boy tightened his arms around himself instinctively. He whimpered under the sudden chill.

From behind the small boy sat a large black puddle on the floor. The puddle shifted, and a tall, slender figure risen out of it. It’s form was pitch black and was completely constructed out of the fluid. From it’s sides, two thick, dripping tentacles lifted from the liquid figure and placed themselves on Demi’s shoulders, slowly shifting into two arms with sharp, wet claws.

“Come to...what, Dimitri?” The figure spoke, speaking with a slight purr to it’s voice. It’s smoothness was almost comparable to silk. From the left side of it’s face opened a single, purple cat-like eye which provided a glow in the pitch darkness of the room.

The boy didn’t speak.

After a moment of silence, the figure spoke once again. “You are no fun, Darkreed, as usual.” It spoke, with disgust in it’s voice. “You initiate a conversation and do not return it. What is the purpose of this conversation to begin with? To waste my time?” It said, raising it’s voice.

“You are not any different from your talkative brother.”

Demi turned to the figure with anger in his eyes, and black fluid, equal to the one the figure was composed of, streamed down his face. The slender body retracted it’s hands.

“You do not have ANY right to speak about him!” Demi yelled at the figure, his voice and body shaking. “You do not have any reason to speak about my family what so ever!”

The figure laughed.

“What is stopping me, Dimitri? I believe I can form my own opinion about you and your parents and siblings at this point.” It spoke, curling a thick, damp tentacle around the small boy’s body.

Demi’s anger quickly dissapeared, and his eyes widened, staring at the mass circling around the boy.

“Oh...did I hit a nerve? Much apologies. I never mean to speak ill.” It said, sarcastically. “I do hope your parents and brother rest easy...percisely six feet under earth.” It said, a sick cheshire cat-like grin growing on it’s face.

The boy angrily lunged at the body, who quickly dived back into its puddle, and quickly rose, striking Demi in the back with a tentacle. The boy screamed at the sudden violence, collapsing onto the floor after the short jump. The figure slowly slithered toward Demi.

“How pathetic. You really are of Darkreed roots.”

The boy said nothing.

“To answer your earlier inquiry, it came to this because of a irresponsibility. An irresponsibility that has flown through your family’s veins for as long as they have existed.” It said, slithering closer to Demi and bending down, its form dripping onto the boy.

“I thought you would be different, Dimitri. I have given you a chance, and you totally...as your kind say...”blew it.””

Demi was silent.

“I assume I do not need to prove myself even more from this display of action from you, Dimitri. I am...dissapointed.” It taunted, another grin curling onto it’s face.

“I shall bid farewell for now, Dimitri. I assume you want to be left to yourself.” It said, slowly sinking back into the puddle from whence it came.

“Oh...but I forgot. I am part of you for until your last drawn breath. Do we not make a fantastic team, Dimitri?” It spoke.

As the desk lamp flickered back on, a sob forced itself out of the boy’s mouth, followed by a moan.