Time To Learn, Time To Care

Allen glared at her. "Well I don't care if you don't want to. You're going to explain anyway," he said. He felt like he was lecturing a child. Goodness knew it had been a couple hundred years since he had done that.

When she said she had no idea what a guitar looked like, it took him a moment to realize what she meant. She seemed annoyed, which only helped him come to his final conclusion. "You're blind," he stated. That was the only explanation for how she couldn't see a guitar and yet it was right in front of her.

The man started laughing. "So you can't see anything and you're making fun of ME?!" he started laughing harder. "Little miss vulnerable can't see... what's it like to see nothing but darkness? Is it suffocating? To see nothing, to know nothing of what the world looks like. And, worse yet, you're immortal! You're going to spend FOREVER like that! You will be surrounded in darkness until the day the world ends!" He was obviously getting a kick out of this. The cruel sound of his voice, the laughter, and the poisonous meaning of his words were enough to show it.

"So, you fragile little thing... how does it feel?" he asked, malice dripping from his words. Oh, he loved doing this to her. He really, really did.

He loved how she was silent. The silence merely proved that he had hurt her in some way, that he had caused her pain. Though he wasn't really sadistic, it just made him feel giddy inside to mock her. And, when she did speak, he just laughed at her once again. It had had nothing to do with anything he said, and quite frankly, he felt that the threat was empty.

"Oh, can you now?" he questioned. "I'd love to see the disabled girl come hurt me. How old are you, anyway, girly?" He then snorted. "That rule of it being wrong to hurt a girl died out long ago. It's a free country. You and I are equal. So get used to it."

He hardly treated her, or anyone else, as his equal, though.

Allen blinked when she snatched the guitar and started whacking him. He yelped, scrambling away with his head pounding, vision blurred, and a nauseous feeling in his stomach. Ugh... women are so moody! he thought to himself, hoping she wouldn't find him from his new spot a few feet away.

"That guitar did nothing to you! Leave it alone!" he said. He loved guitars, music... for such an beautiful thing to be crushed seemed like a sin to him.

Allen bit his lip. Compromise his pride, or save the guitar? To admit that she could hurt him, that she wasn't fragile and vulnerable, would absolutely sicken him. Even if it was the truth, he still didn't want to let her know it.

But to let the guitar get smashed... that was just as bad. Music, the one thing that made him happy. And he would have to watch the beautiful wood be crushed beneath her feet, the strings snap, and give her the twisted satisfaction of knowing that it had hurt him.

"I won't admit it," Allen finally said, voice as emotional as stone. "And go ahead, wreck the guitar. I don't care."

That poor instrument....

Allen whimpered very, very softly as he watched her destroy the guitar. My precious... he thought to himself, lip quivering slightly. And here he was, just watching it... doing nothing... just like he had been able to do nothing about his beloved Esme and Emily.

"STOP IT!" he finally said, desperate. "Just stop..."

Today was a rather painful day for him. It was the fourth of July, which reminded him of the Revolutionary war. He had been so blind back then... so hopeful... so... alive.