That Child Is Strange

He walked to that bridge, looked behind him anxiously. There was no one. Who would be in the middle of the night?

He hurriedly took out a small packet of cloth from his pocket. Opening it, he revealed a few shreds of golden hair.

"On the night of the full moon, drown the devil's hair in the twisted cloth," he mumbled and repacked the golden hair in that cloth packet. He leaned over the bridge and was about to throw that package in to that deep river, but...

"What are you doing here at this hour, brother?"

A childish voice asked from behind. The man abruptly turned around and instinctively hide the cloth packet behind himself. There stood a child, about nine, with golden hair and pale white skin. He smiled at the man.

"Frank! What are you doing here?, "the man almost shouted.

The child's smile grew wider and he said," Shouldn't I be asking you that, big brother? What are you doing here?"

The man broke into cold sweat and his legs trembled.

"The weather is h.. hot today. I.. I ... I couldn't sleep, so I came here.... here for some fresh a.. air. Haha."

The child's smile turned into a smirk and he slowly advanced towards the man and in an intimidating whisper, he said," Johnathan Lart, don't you you know, lying to children is a very bad habit. Now, answer me honestly, what are you doing here?"

"I....I..... I'm doing nothing. I swear, Frank, why would I lie to you?"

"Yeah, brother, after all, we are family."

"Y..Yes. W... We are family. Right. We are."

Johnathan Lart wiped off the sweat on his forehead and swiftly slide the cloth packet into his back pocket. He faked a smile and said," It's really hot today, look at me all sweating. Haha."

The child smiled back and said," Yes, brother, should we head back now?"

"Y.. Yeah, of course."

Jonathan Lart felt the cloth packet in his back pocket. Next time, I will definitely get rid of you, he thought. 

Suddenly, the cloth packet fell out from his back pocket and landed near his right foot.

The child saw it and smiled, like if he was waiting for that to happen. He bent down and picked it up.

Jonathan Lart had frozen out of fear, he couldn't move a limb. 

The child slowly opened the packet, like he was enjoying to see Jonathan Lart go crazy with fear. As the packet opened, the golden hair were revealed. Jonathan Lart felt his heart going insane to the point he thought it would burst.

"What is this, brother?"

"This... This is..."

The child smirked and his blue eyes went black, he said with blood thirst clearly audible from his voice.

"You were not trying to get rid of me, were you, brother?"

The cloth packet burned in the child's hand. Jonathan Lart couldn't utter a single word.

"I thought we were family, Jonathan Lart. I'm disappointed."

Jonathan Lart found his voice back and with all the courage he could muster up, he rebelled," No! You are not my family. You killed them all. Judith and Betty. You killed them because they found out what you are! And now, I know too! Will you kill me too?! Yes! I was trying to get rid of you because you are a monster! A devil! Such a being can never be my family! You are a monster!"

The child's smirk disappeared and he mumbled," You are all the same."

And the man Jonathan Lart burned in the same fire that had devoured the cloth packet with the golden hair.

"For you, I came here when I hate water so much. You disappointed me, big brother."

The burning body of Jonathan Lart fell in to the river and drowned deep as the flames disappeared.

"In the end, you were also the same. I should find another family."

And the child silently walked away.

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"You witch! You must have done something to my son so that he is so insane for you!," the old lady shouted at the girl with the black hair.

"No wonder everyone in this village is so fond of you! You must have bewitched everyone!"

"Tch," the girl uttered and suddenly her violet eyes gleamed with a wierd light and all those who were before looking at them, started moving away to their own jobs like nothing ever really happened.

The old lady looked around her in the street, bewildered.

"What... Where are you going?! This girl is a witch! She used magic and witchcraft to get you people at her side! Stop!!! Why don't you listen to me?!"

The girl slowly approached the old lady and whispered in her ear," They are just ignoring you now. Shall I make them believe that you are the witch? It would be so much fun to see you and that pervert son of yours burned on a stake in the middle of the village square."

The girl smiled with the same mysterious light glaring from her eyes at the old lady. 

Scared out of her wits, the old lady ran away for her life.

" Witch!!! Save me!! She will kill me!!!"

Soon the old lady was nowhere to be seen.

"Ha. Your own son is a pervert and you are blaming me. This fucking sucks. Looks like I have to move again. Or should I just get rid of that perv and his mother."

She pondered over it for a while and then started walking away with her basket.

"Na. I can't start to kill again. Tch, if it just wasn't for that goddamn promise, that old fart would have been long dead. So, let's head back and start packing."

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