Author: The Mostly Distracted Writer
Sam would be alright. Miss Frye would look after her. After all, she’d told Jack often enough that Sam was just what she’d look for in a kid if she could have her own: clever, artistic, strong willed. Strong willed. Jack ran his fingers through his hair and sighed.
Maybe that’s why she’d dealt with his disappearance with such amazing acceptance. He’d heard her. She’d talk to herself or her dolls while she sat in the trees behind their house. Or she’d talk to him, unaware that he heard every word. She couldn’t know he was beneath her. Dying. Healing. Barely clinging to his own humanity by feeding on worms and rabbits that burrowed too close to him instead of her sweet-smelling blood. She’d talked about her day, school, Miss Frye. But he’d never heard her cry about him being gone.
And now he would be gone. He’d had no idea they would come back. But then Jack hadn’t known that his current accidental existence was a crime and that he needed to be finished off. If he hadn’t lured them away into the forest, they would have found Sam and he’d worked too hard for too long to keep her safe and spared from the horror that was his existence.
There were two of them, though the night they’d murdered his parents and accidently left him to turn there had been three. Jack couldn’t let either of the two go back and report. He’d destroyed them, but not until they’d almost taken him too. He’d scraped and crawled his way into the ground before the sun could turn him to ash. Someone was still out there. So, there was someone for him to hunt. He would take the fight to them.
Sam would be alright.
She stood in her spot amongst the trees and stared at the ground. Sam’s eyes filled with tears as she realised her brother was gone. The two blackened shapes on the ground had faded over the years but she’d always felt Jack’s presence. And she’d always believed that he’d come back to her.
Jack was changed after their parents died, not a real boy anymore, but still good and loving. And he was in trouble. She was sure of it.
Sam nodded, making a decision.
She would find Jack no matter the cost. And she would save him.