At thy request, part 2

Hehehe...
Huh...?
HEE HEE... I know what you did...
Stop giggling like a retard.
Your insults only mean that you know you're guilty...
Guilty?
Yes... but I'm not going to tell him, that is, if you do me a few favors...
Haha, get real.
Don't play the fearless hero now, we all know you're screwed...
You're predictable too.
...What do you mean?
I knew you would come up with this shit. Always smiling in the darkness, trying to see where others may mistake so you can use it against them. But you aren't willing to try something, because you're too afraid of making your own mistakes.
The hell...?
Your sudden change of expression delights me.
Stupid scum, you're dead.
Oh.
DEAD!
...
...
We all are.


So, it took me a little bit longer than what I expected to come up with the rest of your request. I had some unexpected visits, all those creatures that roam around, you are somewhat familiar to the idea I presume. So... well, let's get something to eat, there ain't going to be any story-telling if we both are starving. Sorry for all the trouble, but I warned you about coming here...
I hope you like shrimps and lasagna, that's what we have since... a long time.
...
So... the story. Let's see... look into my eyes once again, and try to keep the good will you've had until now...


"Once upon a time, there was a cat named Cly, he was different, he could fly. But he never did it, he didn't want other to see it. Poor, poor Cly, a cat living a lie..."
—Hm... that's not working...
—But boss, I don't what else to do... that was the last story book.
—It's just bad...
—It doesn't work, I don't know what else can we do to get you some sleep...
Oh, forgive my rude manners, I've forgotten to introduce you accordingly. That's the story of a weird boy, his whole life is weird as you can notice later.
He lives with his fellow comrades in a spaceship, travelling through the skies of this little troubled planet of ours. You might ask why is he living up there when there's so much beauty to see down here, well, all the answers shall come within due time. And if they don't, you can just ask, my child...
Well, our boy in the skies has a serious disease. He cannot live down here, because doing so would end in his death. There's something in his body that drives him to some kind of allergic overreaction to human contact. The reason of such a rare disease is unknown, all we know is that he cannot come close to anyone else for longer than a few minutes.
It probably began when we he was born, during his childhood he always had some signs of it. Strange reactions when close to some people. As time past by, the symptons aggravated. At some point, his body started to overreact at the presence of pretty much everyone else, even those that he liked. If there was some kind of trigger to it, it's unknown to him.
—Defective by design...
That's how he defines himself. That disease drove him into getting that spaceship, which is the topic for another story. As is the creation of those living with him in that ship.
"Creation?", that's what you may have thought. Well, yes, creation. They aren't human, as you would presume, since that would result in death also. For now, I hope you can be satisfied with something as brief as "he found some kind of artifact that allowed him to create things out of his hatred". That's the topic of even another story.
Oh, "hatred?" you seem to ask with these shiny eyes of yours. Well, let's just say that he didn't accept his disease so easily. It's hard to see such a barrier between you and a... normal life, or at least healthy. He hated himself for being different in such a bad way. As if it was somehow his fault for being... what he was.
It took a long time with all those bad thoughts dancing through his mind, for him to realize it wasn't his fault. But then, hatred had already pierced into the deepest of his soul. He turned his target into other people. Perhaps it was their fault. And slowly he created arguments in his head to defend that idea.
So, the creatures. They were created by his hatred, although they aren't gross or scary-looking. They have many forms, some are big, some are small, some are horned, some are shaggy. They try to fulfill all of his wishes. At the moment you came here, one of them tried to read him a story, so as to make him sleep. Yes, he also has problems with sleeping. It's still hard to lay in bed and close the eyes without feeling all those bad emotions. There ain't much to comfort him.
Oh, that's a good question. He can't create a cure for his disease for the artifact can only create things that he has seen. That means, all these creatures, and the fuel for the spaceship. Of course, he hasn't seen only these in his life, sometimes he creates food or some furniture, sometimes movies and books. The cure has to come someway else.
And, he hopes to find it. Sometimes he lands down here. In places where his researches indicate that there can be something to cure him, perhaps a plant or an animal. It's like searching for the light switch in a dark room, with the information that there's a switch somewhere in the walls.
So, I presume you're already familiar enough with the situation. Our boy there is introduced, and we can start with the story of the day his finest landing.
Finest describes it ironically, since he was already tired of not sleeping, and the spaceship faced the sandy ground with great speed. The impact caused severe damages. Some of the crew got injured also. That only made him more impatient...
—Amazing, just amazing... damage report.
—Aye sir, we have... hm... engines damaged and some cracks in the structure throughout the ship...
—Great, what now?
—I would recommend that we didn't depart now. It's easier to repair while we are stopped.
The boy's face was something between anger and downright frustration.
—I'll go and explore the area as planned.
—I don't know if that's recommended, we are going to use all the crew to repair the damages as soon as possible sir.
—Recommended?
He turned to the creature, which looked down as if it had done something to be ashamed of.
—We all... know or your situation... sir...
—You mean, my disease? Don't worry, we mostly don't find humans where we land, thus, dying now doesn't look like as bad as keeping this stupid quest going.
The creature kept on facing the ground, as something trully life changing lied right in front of it. The boy turned away and walked firmly, almost marching.
In his path, a lot of creatures appeared, some running desperatly with tools in their hands, others slowly walking their fellows to somewhere they could be treated. All seemed to avoid looking directly at his eyes, as if that alone could petrify 'em.
After walking a couple of minutes, he came to a huge steel door, it had some dents caused by the impact. He wondered whether it could be damaged to the point of not opening.
"That would be just perfect..."
Lately he had been quite lost in such bad emotions, and curiously, that angered him even more.
"Perhaps..."
He touched the red switch at the side of the door.
"...just perhaps..."
A broken display turned on above the switch, squares numbered from one to ten behind the shattered glass,
"...I can end this today."
He touched the screen choosing the numbers one, two...
"Dying, would be better?"
Zero, eight...
"No... not yet. Losing is a part of the game..."
One, nine...
"...giving up, isn't."
Eight, nine.
"It's all a game anyway."
The door make a hissing noise while opening. It wasn't so damaged after all. He remembered his father telling him to face life as a game, doing so could make things easier.
The environment out there wasn't as hostile as he thought it would be. It wasn't as hot as such a deserted place should be, although there was a lot of sand flying around because of the wind blowing continuously.
"Oh, the butterfly... that was it."
That thought brought him back to his mission. They had researched about a rare species of butterfly that lived in those lands. Literature had reports of it producing some kind of powder from it's belly, that was used to cure an innumerable amount of allergies.
He didn't have much hope in it working anyway, but, he had to try. He tried to escape from thoughts such as "if it works, we can go back to a normal life?" or "can I still live with other humans normally? Am I still able to relate to them?". He had to focus. This was the second time he looked for something small in a hostile environment. The first one took him around twenty hours searching...
But this time, he had completely forgotten to mark his wake. Being lost in thoughts can be quite troublesome, that's why sleeping is important my child. But let's move on.
The boy had been walking for ten hours by now. He didn't care much about being lost, he would deal with it as soon as he found what he was looking for.
"It's going to get dark in a couple of hours... damn."
It wasn't too hot, though. Just a weird desert with some brick roads covered by sand here and there. A few trees (all without their leaves) appearing sporadically.
"Weird place. Very weird..."
Another hour went by. He would feel tired already, wasn't he focused in finding that little flying creature at all costs.
Which, out of thin air, started to show its wings. It was just as the little insect had been invisible in the air all the time. Those vivid wings swinging through the air. So close to him...
"Found ya!"
He ran to it, preparing the glass container for the capture. Strangely, it didn't offer much resistance, as if it wanted to be caught.
"Finally..."
He didn't care much about the easiness of it. He had done it after all, right? He turned back to return to the spaceship, his eyes closing a bit, cheerfully.
—You found it!
He opened his eyes quickly. Right in front of him, was a girl. In order to avoid contact, and also out of pure fright, he fell back. The container bouncing in the brick road.
—W-what happened?!
He could hear her, but he couldn't speak. His mouth was open but there was no sound coming out. His hands struggled to get the container back, his mind deciding whether he would fight her or run away. Those shiny eyes staring at him, with a weird mix of curiosity and happiness. She seemed surprised with his reaction, but there was something in the way she stared at him, and in the way she spoke quickly yet tenderly. Something that made him decide into simply running away.
—Wha...?! Wait!
He made a good distance between them, running as fast as he could toward... anywhere. Finding the spaceship wasn't the top priority now, surviving was. She followed him, her face now showing worry above all else. He felt tired, his body wasn't prepared for that, not after a night awake and so many hours walking in the sands. Yet, he couldn't stop.
But she was coming close.
"I can't stop, I can't stop, I CAN'T STOP..."
He repeated that thought in his head, afraid of the whole situation. His mind ferociously showing him images of the times his body overreacted. The pain...
The pain...
—Got ya!
"Sh..."
She jumped at his back. Both hitting the sandy ground clumsily. He turned around and pushed her away, she rolled in the sand.
—Listen...
—Hey!
—Listen! Why are you following me?!
His words were coming irregularly, he hated to pant, specially on such dangerous situations.
—What...? Hey, you got my butterfly, so I wanted to thank you, that's all!
—Your butterfly?
—Yep! I've been looking for it for days! It's the prettiest around here.
—So, it's not yours. I've been looking for it too, and I've catched it, so it's mine now...
—Why were you looking for it? You don't seem to be from these lands.
—It's none of your business, now please, get away from me!
She came closer, he felt the urge to get up and run again, but his body just didn't respond.
—Why?
—Listen, I have a problem, I can't get more than ten meters close to another human, without having my allergy triggering. So please, I don't wanna hurt you, just, get, away!
She looked at him, dazzled. He wondered what was she thinking. He wondered if that wasn't just a bad dream...
She grabbed his arm.
—W-w-what?! DON'T DO THIS!
—I don't believe you!
—YOU'RE GONNA KILL ME! LET ME GO!
He moved his arm frantically, but she just seemed to hold tighter. When he thought he had gotten free, she used both hands.
—You're not dying!
—MY ALLERGY!
—What?!
—MY EYES ARE GOING SORE SOON, MY SKIN WILL GET FULL OF ITCHES, JUST STOP!
—You stop telling me to stop!
He gave up on flailing. His voice showing despair, she swore he would start crying any soon.
—Why...?! Just let me go...
—Don't say it.
Her voice was still kind, but he couldn't notice it.
—Shit.
—You're not looking that bad.
He closed his eyes and remained in silence.
"Any soon from now..."
—Hey...
She put her hand at his cheek.
—Hey!
Just silence...
—Hey wacko! There's nothing happening to your skin!
More silence.
—Hey!
She seemed a bit sad.
—If you're listening to me, open your eyes, I... I promise to let go off your arm if there's any sign of those things you said. Please? I'll run away as fast as I can, promise!
He opened his eyes in a surprised look.
—How long has it been?!
—What do you mean?
She seemed scared.
—Since you started trying to kill me.
A sudden change to an annoyed face.
—I didn't! — she looked at the watch in her left arm. — I guess... five minutes?
—FIVE MINUTES?!
Back to the scared look.
—Y-yes, I guess so...
It was just as if his head blasted. A billion thoughts disorganized racing in an attempt to prove they were more deserving of coming to mind. Never had he been so close to another human without... coming close to death. A lot of minutes without suffering. Was that the powder effect? How the hell did it work if he barely touched it? Was it the sand? Was he cured out of the blue, after all this time avoiding contact? Was it... because of her?
—Hm... it's getting dark... — she said, looking at the sky.
He was just too lost in the maelstrom that formed inside his head.
—Don't keep so silent, say something!
She looked at him annoyed again.
His hand touched her face. She blushed a bit.
They stood there for quite a while, looking at each other, lost in their surprises. I fail to remember more about this story child. Perhaps, you can continue it if it's of your interest.


Was that enough of a story? I reckon it got a bit long and perhaps too slow at times. I ain't much of a storyteller when I'm requested to tell one. I mostly come up with one randomly while lying to people. Perhaps that's not what you were expecting, but at least I tried, since you've gotten this far.
It's getting late again, past 5 a.m., I hope you can cope with waiting so much. But it's easier to escape from them during these wee hours.
Oh, and please, don't say that I'm lovely again. Even though I'm aware I might be, it irritates me. Was I able to be downright evil at people, I wouldn't have gotten to this place. Things would be better...
It's a bit frustrating. The idea of being good and going down because of it. And not being able to change this, at least not as quickly as I wished to.
Well, I complain a lot. You're probably battling against sleep. Come, you've gotta hide again.


And I hope you sleep well. And when you wake up, rest assured that I'll be alright. And whenever possible, tell me whether that can be considered as a wish fulfilled. If not, I'll wait until you come up with a task for me. Good night.