𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺

Angel's Nature (Short Story)

Releasing the weight of yet another box seemed exhausting, but when Tenebré looked back at what was once an enormous mountain of those boxes, there was none.

"Oh, Tenebré dear!" The woman's face lit up, her smile lines showing. "Thank you so much!"

"Mrs Park, you can just call me Ten." The blond boy wiped the sweat away from his forehead with his forearm, smiling as he spoke. "But it was nothing, I couldn't let you carry all these boxes on your own."

"I couldn't have carried them with this wore down back of mine!" Mrs Park laughed, before looking around the boxes. "Hmm... Oh, I know you just carried all these inside, but could you do me one last favor?"

His blue, almost grey eyes seemed to almost sparkle with his smile. "Of course. What do you need, Mrs?"

She pointed with her tanned hands at two boxes with the same label that read 'Kitchen.' "I just need to open these two boxes and my husband put too much tape."

"Say no more."

Mrs Park went inside to look for a knife or some type of sharp edge to Tenebré to use, but the boy just assumed he should open them with his bare hands. He grabbed both edges of the lids that had no tape and pulled as hard as he could.

"Ten, sweetheart not with your bare hands!" The woman came back with a pair of scissors, she chuckled as she went to speak again but to her surprise, he ripped the tape off and opened the box. "Oh dear lord."

Tenebré couldn't help but chuckle as he turned to the elderly woman, taking the scissors from her hand. "Sorry..."

"That's some inhuman strength." She then smiled to herself. "If you are ever too bored, you are always welcome to do some hard labor for me."

He laughed as he took the scissors and started cutting through the middle of the tape and lids of the box. "If you ever need me, just call."

The pale boy took his left hand to the edge of the lids to support the cutting of tape with his right hand. As he finished with the tape, his hand slipped and the scissors punctured two small holes on his left hand's lower palm. The drop of the scissors and the hissing leaving his mouth alarmed the middle aged woman he was helping.

"Oh my! Are you okay dear?" She brought her hands down to his and grabbed them, inspecting the two little holes that now dripped with blood.

"I'm fine miss, just a little slip up."

Mrs Park quickly went inside, leaving the boy looking at his hand. She came back with a damp paper towel, pressing it quickly against his wound. "I don't have anything that could help you, I'm so sorry!"

"It's quite alright miss. It's just a small injury." He chuckled, wincing at the press of her hand against the paper towel.

"Oh!" She pointed out her driveway. "There's a church, across the street and three doors down to the left. I know Father Jamison has plenty of first aid supplies."

"I'll go there on my way out the—"

"Nonsense!" She pointed at the boxes. "You're done helping me. You've done enough for today."

Tenebré smiled and stood up straight, grabbing his bag with his right hand. "Across the street, three doors down to the left?"

"Go! And don't stop to help anyone else like you tend to do!"

He chuckled and waved goodbye as he made his way across the street, three doors down to the left. His wound didn't hurt as much as it did before and the flow of his blood seemed to have slowed down.