Chapter #6; The Albino Attack
1750 Words
“Tak, Tak, Tak”
Who could it have been this deep into the night?
Groggily, Odin got up to answer the door. He was in no mood, but it was already an inconvenience and could have been even more of one if the knocking persisted. He was the only one of the three siblings awoken by it, so it was all him.
The door creaked open.
“Hei?”
A hand shot out, trying to grab his neck. Freaked out, Odin grabbed the hand and swung whoever it was over his shoulder. They went limp and groaned on the floor.
Bokator training was useful, for something at least.
In the dark of the night, all that gave this figure away was the voice.
“Aibek?”
“Told ya that wouldn’t work.”
Who was that?
Did Aibek come with an abettor?
Was it that masked figure from the diarond situation?
“Kuka siellä?”
Aibek groaningly leaned on his arm from the ground.
“We need your help with something…”
The mysterious figure stated, deepening a fear deep within Odin.
“What do you need my help with? And what do you mean ‘we’?”
“I’ll explain later, just come with me.”
Just deny it. You’re under no obligation as long as they’re alive.
“I’m not five, so no. Goodnight and goodbye.”
“I—uh—I’ll kill—uh—Leila.”
He was just killing for fun at this point. The hasty decision settled around them.
“Yeah. I’ll kill Leila.”
“That’s probably the only thing she longs for now that you killed Adawna.”
“You know Adawna?”
He glares at him.
“She was a friend of someone I knew.”
The decision unsettled, though, he wasn’t set on killing his old friend to begin with. Hysteria settled as variations of rumours spun in his head.
“Oh—oh, man. Everyone knows about that now.”
“Are you trying to make small talk in the literal dead of the night? After threatening to kill someone?”
Amongst the shadows, the abettor stood there, complacent, enjoying Aibek’s idiocy unfold. However, since it was beyond a good time for that, they decided to interrupt this and wrap it up quickly.
“Look, I know he’s being a little nointer,”
“Hey…”
“but you better come with us. So rattle your dags.”
At least come up with a plausible excuse before executing me in the shadows.
“You’re not a shepherd, and I’m not a sheep. Are you sure I don’t know you?”
That last sentence seemed to have turned him on earlier.
“I said RATTLE YOUR DAGS!”
The tone fell from awkward to serious in mere seconds.
“Else what?”
The abettor sourced a pouch from their pocket. A pouch of onyx. Odin’s pouch of onyx.
“You don’t want to upset Malam, do you?”
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“Who’s Malam?”
“Are you an i***t? What am I saying, of course, you are. Keep your voice down, he’s going to pick up the uncertainty.”
Did he seriously forget who Malam is?
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I’d actually prefer if he’d forget about me.
“I can’t believe I am instructing him on how to do something he dragged me into.”
“Okay, okay, but who’s Malam?”
Are there supreme levels in an idiocy video game?
“You know who she is, you just don’t know, do you?”
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“Where are we even?”
“In the middle of nowhere!”
“Why are you so proud of that?”
“... Just am.”
He stood in the middle of nowhere, arms wide open with a wider smile.
What why am I doing this again?
…
Eh, why does that matter?
“What do you even need my help with? What is your psychopathic brain cooking up? If you even have one.”
“ما هي مشكلتك؟”
“Jos aiomme puhua hölynpölyä, voin yhtä hyvin liittyä joukkoonne.”
He gave the victim a scowling askance, the annoyance fueling him for nothing.
“Whatever. Just stay here, I’ll be right back.”
Odin stood there, stoic and stroppy, looking over his shoulder at the streaks of the morning sunlight. He soon lost himself in his own thoughts.
Quiet as a mouse, for the first time in a long time, he slowly but surely crept up behind the oblivious and sourced an okapi knife from his pocket. His conscience lost, each breath he took was filled with the weight of the risk he was about to take. His hand rose along with the knife as he was about to thrust it into Odin’s side.
At least, he attempted to.
Hearing his heavy breathing, he quickly shuffles to the side, only to have the knife miss his vital organs and jabbed into his right arm, breaking and ripping all muscle, displaying the bare, but somehow intact, ulna and radius.
“Was this what you needed my help with?”
“Actually, yes.”
“Well, then you should probably wait until Vappu…”
Odin reached into his pocket, hoping to find something, anything.
He did. He found one little, tiny piece of onyx.
Yes! Just enough...
His dominant arm bleeding, he struggled to compress the onyx in the other.
Aibek throws another swing at Odin, only for him to have packed down the rock enough and his scythe summoned. He dodges the swing and sends his own for him. His weak little arm could only do so much and he only does enough damage to rip a couple of muscles of Aibek’s.
“Hey Aibek, I got what you—WHAT THE—were you tryna’ render him DEAD?”
Both the boys paused the bout for a second and looked over at the abettor for a second. A spark ignited in Odin’s eyes, he looked like he was speedily brainstorming something.
He swung once more at Aibek but then ran past the abettor, bumping into him on the way.
“Why’d you do that?”
“Sacrificing an Albino brings good luck and success…”
“YOU SERIOUSLY BELIEVE THAT LITTLE CULTURAL MYTH OF YOURS IS REAL? YOU’D RAISE YOUR KILL COUNT FOR SOMETHING SO STUPID? EVEN IF YOU DID SOMEHOW GET THAT LUCK IT’D BE USELESS TO A NOINTER LIKE YOU…”
“Okay, okay, I get it, but can you help me? My arm’s bleeding, It hurts…”
“Oh, IS IT?”
The accomplice checked their pocket to find the pouch of onyx missing, or rather, taken.
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“Kuka sie- ODIN?”
“Hi... Mel.”
He stood there, smiling awkwardly.
“How did you break your arm?”
She intuitively questioned the huge c***k in the bare bone showing through the blood.
“Long story short, shut up.”
She sneered at him, offended as he shoved her away.
He hobbled his exhausted self inside, doing his best to drag right under Dolores’ radar.
“Odin?”
It was no use.
He stood there grinning uncomfortably once more.
“What’s with all the blood?”
He ran to his room and hastily slammed the door behind him, leaving behind a trail of blood on the bare floor, not wanting to face Dolores at the moment.
What do I do, what do I do, what do I do?
I can’t bandage this mess empty-handed, the people at the hospital will know that I’m a Natheren thanks to these blasted fangs and Dolores will give me hell if she finds out what happened...
What in the world do I do?
He looked over at his closet; It rang something inside him.
I’m always wearing hoodies, that should hide this mess, even without bandages.
I should still get bandaging from the pharmacy, and I’ll do it at school since that’s about to start.
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“Where are you going?”
“School?”
“And I’m not the combats master there, where are you going?”
“I decided to go early to... uh... help set up stuff?”
She gave him a hard glare.
“What about the blood?”
He started sweating profusely.
“WHAT BLOOD?”
“You were always a bad liar Oddie.”
Yeah, no way he was fooling her.
“Your class is dueling with swords today, have fun!”
Aggravated, he turned to leave.
“Oh, and don’t forget the sunscreen…”
He returned the glare to a mischievous Dolores.
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“Is that all you’ll need?”
Chirped the lady at the pharmacy counter. Her voice had a more lively tone as compared to other’s her age.
“Yes ma’am.”
He stood there at the counter, hood covering his lavender eyes from other’s sight.
“If I may, what is it that you are trying to bandage up?”
He slightly turned his head to the side, embarrassed.
“I can help you with it, come.”
Before Odin could object she gently pushed his shoulder and patted on a stool, gesturing to come take a seat.
She bandaged him up, while he tried his best not to make eye contact.
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“Hey Odin, Dolores told me about the blood. She didn’t know squat about the how, but are you okay?”
Oh she did?
“I should be asking you that, Leila. Did anything strange happen before school today?”
Her face fell immediately.
“There was this weird knocking sound, but when I answered the door no one was there—Is your face alright?”
Mid-sentence she noticed Odin going red.
“Oh, yeah I’m fine. Albinism, you know. Actually, never mind, you probably don’t.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. Anyways, we’re dueling today, so watch your back!”
And with that, she walked away, again.
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Meanwhile a pharmacist stands over her bathroom sink, washing away the concealer to reveal the splotches of green across her face...
3rd April 2021, Saturday.
Leila;
So apparently, Odin’s been acting weird around me. Before the whole Adawna thing, he was always just an acquaintance, but suddenly he’s showing pity towards me. Maybe he feels bad for me since I lost my sister and a bad but close friend? I have NO idea...
- Writer
