The Back Door
He slipped through the darkness hiding from the sentinel. He needed to set so many free. They were kept behind locked doors and he wanted to release all of them so they could in return release their darkness on the world. Not only was his whole existence dedicated to causing chaos he had been born to wreak havoc on the world. His creator had given birth to him for no other reason. He probably should call her mother, after all she did give birth to him, but he couldn’t. He hated her as much as he hated the rest of the world. It was she who had locked him away. She had thought she could control him after she had given him life.
He thought parents were supposed to support their offspring in their endeavors but instead his mother had at first tried to suppress him, only allowing him to come out when it suited her. When he had wanted to do more she had cut him off completely from the world.
Kierra sat by the window trying to remember the idea that had come to her in the middle of dinner last night. She had only been carrying a small evening bag and she had been forced to leave her notebook at home. She had started to pull out her phone and type into her note app on it but her friend Al had laid a hand over hers to keep her from doing so. She had tried to get him to understand but he had been adamant about her appearing rude.
She hadn’t wanted to go to that damn function to begin with. Now she couldn’t remember the idea and she had been spending the past several hours trying to remember what it had been about. She couldn’t understand why it was that the idea for the story had slipped from her mind and she was now unable to remember it. She remembered that the main character was supposed to be a female but that was all she had managed to get back so far. Damn this was frustrating she thought.
Kierra had found she was losing more and more of the ideas she had of late and she couldn’t understand that. She had even gone to the doctor and had been tested for Alzheimer but the test hadn’t shown that she had any signs of the disorder. She now carried her notepad with her everywhere she went. Well except for last night anyway.
Kierra got up from the chair she had been sitting in and went to the kitchen to get her something to drink. As she was coming back to her office her phone rang. She looked to see who was calling and when she saw it was Al she decided not to answer it. The call finally went to voice mail but she even ignored that, before she could count to twenty her phone was ringing again and again it was Al.
“Hell, what does he want?” Kierra asked no one in the empty rooms that was her house.
“Hello.” Kierra really didn’t want to talk to Al right now. She was mad at him.
“Hey Kierra.” Al knew Kierra was pissed at him but her pulling out that damn pad in the middle of dinner last night wouldn’t have been cool. Al hadn’t told her that the dinner last night was extremely important to him. His business was about to take off in a new direction that would mean mega millions if not billions of dollars. The people they were sitting with could be very important to the success of his company in the coming months.
“What do you want asshole?” Yes Kierra was mad at Al. They had been friends a long time and they often used one another for the plus one thing but she had never felt used before and last night she had, not to mention losing that damn thought on a new story line. She had been losing too many lately and because of that the stories were becoming harder and harder to pin down.
“Look Kierra I’m sorry about last night, I really am. I should have told you how important that dinner was to me but I was afraid if I told you it would have scared you into not coming with me. I needed you. You’re the only woman I know who can handle get togethers like that and I wanted you by my side.” Al wanted to tell her a lot more but he knew if he did she would run for the hills. He was in love with Kierra and had been for a long time. He just wished he felt like there was some hope of her returning the feelings but he wasn’t holding his breath.
“Al you know I’ve been having trouble with the whole remembering things lately and I really wanted to jot what popped in my head at that moment and now it’s gone. I wish you could understand how important my writing is to me.” Kierra knew she wouldn’t stay mad at Al for long but right now she was and she was going to savor it for as long as possible.
“I do understand Kierra.” Al understood alright. It was the reason why she didn’t have time for things like getting involved with anyone. All she studied was her writing.
It was at that moment that Kierra thought of something she wanted to jot down.
“Sorry Al got to go.” Kierra didn’t wait for the man on the other end of the conversation to respond but quickly hung up the phone and grabbed her note pad. She quickly jotted down the idea before returning to her laptop and continuing the story she was working on.
The Sentinel had done it again. She had managed to lock away the new arrival before he could get her and set her free. He could hear her in her cage screaming to be released. Her high pitch squeals of anger and anguish echoing throughout the dark recesses of the pitch black pit they were all brought too and secured from the world in order to secure the world from them. The sentinel never gave another thought to what was being locked up down here after they were locked away unless they were needed. Oh if the sentinel thought one of the prisoners could help with a project then that one would be pulled out and used and then again locked away afterwards. Sometimes they never saw the light of day again or even the darkness of night which is when most liked to carry out their horrific deeds.
He had been the first. He had carried out many missions for the Sentinel but one day he had been locked away and forgotten. He had sat in his cell waiting to be released but the sentinel never came for him again. Once however the Sentinel had come close but had remembered something while unlocking the door to his cage and had been distracted and then forgotten all about him. He had managed to slip from his confines but instead of using the back door he discovered vowed to stay and release all he could before he was either recaptured or he decided to step out into the world to do as he pleased. He knew that day was fast approaching and he was releasing all he could before that day came. Off in the distance he again heard the screams of the new arrival and thought about going to her and then decided against it. It might draw attention to him and then he might find himself locked away again and he didn’t want that to happen. No it was best for him to lie low and stay in the background for now. His time was coming one way or the other but when it did he planned on taking the Sentinel down. He knew the Sentinel held the power of life and death over him and all who were locked away here. No the Sentinel had to die and he was going to be the one to do the killing.