Please Rescue Me

5

5

Present

Dimor

My uncle sat in my parent’s garden. It was funny that the prodigy of the clan had turned into stone that looked like marble. Naked and greek-like. None of our relatives that hang out or my other family ever suspected the strange statue. Despite its weird pose.

Uncle stood facing the sky. His head tilted to an awkward angle to gaze up, and his arms on either side of him, relaxed. Many relatives and friends had commented about the strangeness of it as the usual greek statues were seductive or posed as models like in museums. Even crappy ones.

I brushed a few leaves off his shoulders. It is awfully strange to see my uncle’s junk every time I visit him. My mom finds it funny. Enough to install a loveseat beside his statue in perfect eye level with his junk. “Got to say though,” I glanced down. “I hope that’s erect, because if it isn--”

“And you scolded us for being disrespectful” Mom slinked from behind me and with a pail of water and a brush, she started scrubbing his bare arms. “Don’t just stand there.”

“I’ll do it” I grimaced. “You shouldn’t be doing chores like this. Think of your age.”

She laughed. “Think about your age. I’m where I’m meant to be.” She grinned.

I try to not think about the future. A future where my perfect and loveable parents would ceased to exist, and I, continue existing without them. Hunters were lonely creatures, and there was a time that they were till they built clans due to the loneliness. Uncle told me many times how he reached that era before. I can’t, rather I won’t, think about not seeing the wrinkle near my mother’s eyes when she smiles. Or not hear my father laughing harder at his own jokes.

“I’m in a perfect mindset for my age” I grabbed everything from her and scrubbed his upper body. “But I’m not cleaning his junk”

“It’s quite impressive”

“Mom!”

She guffawed. “Your fathers are better.”

“Mama!” I wailed.

She waved her hands and kissed my cheek. Mirth filled her eyes, but there was a serious gaze with it. “you’ll be okay, right? you’ll come back?” The fear in her voice is unmistakeable, and it made my chest ache.

“I’m staying, ma” I amended. “I’m not leaving anywhere.”

“Not when he’s here” she nodded knowingly, a soft smile still on her lips. There was a time that she was young and happy. Young enough that I have never seen her skin wrinkle in such a way. “There is a place for you out in the world with him, and I’m glad you take care of each other. No one is truly alone, you know”

I smirked. Uncle would disagree “I’ll be okay, ma”

“Rinse him after the soap, or he’ll get sticky.”

I rolled my eyes and watched my mother, with her back bent, walk as slowly I have ever seen her to the house. Her gait ambled, but her steps are still true. The sight of her ageing had pained me more than I ever thought it was possible.

I knew this would happen. I accepted it, but it’s quite different to actually live it.

With a heavy breath, I turned away as soon as she was gone.

“So, I heard something in the underground. Everything is in the desert.” I scrubbed his angular chin. “Someone was supplying her blood there, and gave it a name on the streets ‘venom’ they say. It is so weird. They must be pumping her dry--” I paused. “Sorry, not what I meant but its good that the ones on the streets aren’t pure her. Just small amounts. Enough to cause this high that was said to be none other. At this point, she had spent more as a pawn than with you and her family. Sad really.”

My uncle continued to look at the sky. But in continued.

“The wolves are nonstop. It’s annoying how they want a report every fortnight. I have no f*****g clue where I’m going to find her, and all that I know is from them. I know, I know I should be pulling my weight. But... it’s close to two decades now. She’s no longer a teenager at this point. She’s being kept by the darkest and lowest scum, and somehow they’re evading the supernaturals. Even Mirage’s new organization can’t weed him out. We still have no clue Uncle”

I dropped the brush back in to the pail, and let the soap settle. But honestly, I felt too lazy to get clean water to rinse him. “How old was she again when she got caught? 13? 14? Well, she must be 26 or 27. I can’t tease you for being a pedophile now. You’re no longer a nonce.” I sighed. “Still, this age thing doesn’t bother you, huh? Well, I know you didn’t do anything to her other than take care of her and pine for her. But damn, I think even the fates are against you that they had to keep her from you till she’s appropriate”

“...”

I gazed at the statue. “What are the odds that she’ll come back on her own? Isn’t she this powerful being or whatever? All knowing and whatever, but somehow she couldn’t save herself.”

The quiet continued. But I rambled on because it was lonely being the only non-human in a town filled with humans. My hometown is small and private, and everyone knows everybody. We were safe from the clan since I’m just a nobody from a branch stock that lost the hunter gene, and through some fluke came back to me. My family would have served the clan even if they were humans, but thankfully my mother’s mother turned away and ran from the clan and assumed a normal human life.

Though my grandmother often told us the stories about the clan. My mother believed her, and with her good intuition called my uncle when I went through the change. How she got my uncle? that’s a mystery. She still wouldn’t tell me.

“Mates, huh?” I sighed. “Glad we could choose ours. Fate is a b***h. If she had her way, I would have been stuck with a woman who got on my nerves more than I loved her.”

Then just like clockwork, a tall imposing man came through the fence. He easily jumped through the two meter wooden perimeter my father had set around our property. He easily sneaked through our neighbors backyard to mine.

“Well, if it isn’t a Blackfield. You’re new”

He grimaced. “Iona sent me”

The blonde hair was familiar. “S--ssssskylar? right?”

he scowled even more. “So you got nothing again?”

“And you do?”

He sighed. “Mirage told me about a contact her mother has at the desert. Something was fluctuating in the desert. Something even demons could feel.”

“Like a... mummy ressurecting--”

“Like a visioner fully utilizing her powers.” He gruffed. “They were pushed to instinction for a reason.

“Oh, buddy, be glad that my uncle is stone right now because he would have killed you.”

he sighed again as if this was beneath him. “I don’t understand the fixation of Mirage and Iona has with that child. It’s been too long to hope for that kid to still be alive. I don’t understand your fixation either.”

“i have my reasons” I pushed myself to my feet. “Now leave before I kill you for setting foot on my family’s home”

He laughed. A glint of glee in his eyes but he doesn’t seem to care enough to fight back as he turned away without a second glance.

Left alone, I turned towards my uncle. “Heard that? No need rattle to you about that. I guess I should leave now” I grabbed the pail. “Let you be sticky, you deserve it for making me do all the work”