Monster association

Driving to the outskirts of town, the man constantly checked his phone and the road to confirm the destination. It was a clear day like any other during summer, the sun radiated a blinding light that demanded the use of air conditioning.

After a long while of driving, the driver finally pulled over his Toyota car. He reviewed his phone once more.

Here is the place. He said moving to a farmhouse.

The area was quiet with the only sound being his footsteps. He finally stopped at a nicely constructed house. He stretched his hand out to knock on the door until he noticed a boy watering plants on the farm.

This was a normal thing to see on the farm but what captivated the mans attention was the mask the boy wore on his face. The young boy had a full gas mask on which covered his entire face except for his eyes which were seen through the eyepieces. He was extremely lean, to the point that one may think his death would be near.

His gaze did not go unnoticed by the boy who in turn started back. The awkwardness was broken by the man who decided to wave but the boy just gazed at him with his black hair moving with the flow of the breeze.

”Mom! He is here! ” A young teen with brown hair opened the door inviting the man. However, before he shut the door close he glared at the boy who wore the gas mask.

”Get back to work freak! ” And as told, he continued watering the plants.

Walking through the halls, he noticed the insides were nicely furnished. Paintings of Greek gods hung on the wall.

”Mister, are you sending me to the big city? It has always been my dream to go. ”

”I do not think your mum called me for that. ” he kindly responded.

They arrived at the living room, where an overweight woman sat on a sofa watching tv. Seeing the man come in, she reaches for the remote beside her to shut off the television.

”Sir, Jonathon! It is a pleasure to meet you. ” She greeted pointing to the sofa for him to sit on.

”No? the pleasure is all mine. ” he took a seat, placing his bag on the ground.

”Marcus, call the boy! ” She ordered her son.

”Is he the one, Mrs.Kinder? ” Jonathan asked.

”Yes, he is. Onto our second matter as well. As I said on the call, I have been noticing noises in the woods. ” The woman told.

”Hmm, we can not be sure its a monster but I will check. Have any animals been missing from the farm or have food crops gone missing? ” Jonathon further inquired.

In response to his questions, the woman shook her head, ”Fortunately, no but the noises are getting louder each night. I fear the worst. ”

Jonathan sighed as he leaned back on the sofa. This was truly a complicated situation, it almost sounded as though instead of terrorizing her the monsters were watching the farm. Either that or she had an unknown protector.

The sound of footsteps drew nearer as Marcus came back along with the boy wearing the gas mask. As soon as he entered, a foul odor drenched the house.

” For Gods sake! Why do you smell like piss? ” Mrs. Kinder threw an empty juice carton at him. She could feel her stress levels rising, causing her to pant.

”See what you are doing to mom! ” Marcus slapped the back of the boys head with full force before checking on his mother.

What surprised Jonathon was going through this, the boy never uttered a sound, almost like he was used to it.

”You will be Mister Jonathons guide. So you will be with him during his night here. Hurry up and leave now. ” Miss Kinder told and afterward used her hand to signal him to leave.

”Please, let Marcus take you to your room. ”

The man followed Marcus outside to where there was a small house near the main one.

”Does that boy sleep here? ” Jonathan asked.

”No, he would just end up ruining it. He lives in the barn with the horses. ” Marcus answered.

During their walk, Marcus asked many questions about the big city whereas Jonathon answered. He described how events were at Christmas, the lively atmosphere as well as occasional events. Sadly, that was only the good aspect, the cities had a large number of monsters that attacked civilians.

Entering the small house, Marcus took his leave, allowing Jonathon to get acquainted with his new environment. He sat on the laid bed and began organizing his thoughts until he heard a knock at the door.

”Come in. ”

The black-haired boy came in, carrying packaged food, water, and a towel. His hair was wet, indicating he took a shower to wash off the foul smell.

”Ugh, I plan to resolve this issue by tonight. So this is not needed. ” He politely declined but took the food as a form of courtesy.

Once he delivered the meal, he turned to leave.

”Wait, ” Jonathon ordered, putting his movements to a halt and turning to him.

”What is your name? No need to be so silent, ” he asked.

”I-I do lack one. ”

”What? ”

”I was not gifted with a name. ” He repeated.

The long conversation filled with questions was cut short by his words. The conversation had easily begun to drift into dark territory.

”How could your family not give you a name? ” He inquired as he scratched his blonde hair.

”I am not fit to have one. Besides, they are not my family, just strangers who let me live here. ”

It was hard to tell whether there was sorrow, gloom, or even pain in his voice but one thing was for sure. He would be a cold-hearted man if he did not spend at least a little ti