Escape from Binkoid Village: Ch 10 Little Houses in the Village

I woke up with the urge to explore.
The sun was shining just the way I liked it, and it gave me energy.
I tapped on Edwin’s sleepy shoulder, and whispered in his ear I would be gone. He didn’t seem to like the idea I was going alone, so he sprang up into action, and walked around Binkoid Village with me.

“Okay Edwin. This day is completely dedicated to exploring. We are going to go inch by inch through this little half of the village, and we are going to get used to everything as if we own it.” I said shaking my head.

“Um, okay?” Edwin said, worried we were going to get in danger.

As I started to walk faster, Edwin started to run.
Poor little guy, I thought. He isn’t even tall enough to take the large steps I do and he is older than me! By three years!!

“I’ll slow down for you… shorty.” I laughed.

“I don’t need you to slow down. I am perfectly fine running” he said sassily, and folding his arms together.

I looked at him sympathetically and kept going.
He rolled his eyes and sighed.

I knew he didn’t want to run, but didn’t want to make a fool of himself when he couldn’t walk as fast as me.

We came across a cute little neighborhood. Well, cute if you were a gothic person.
Every house was black, black as coal.
It had dark windows, and dark lawn, and dark mailboxes.
Everything was dark, and it brought me down a level for a minute.
I realized no matter how sunny it was; you would have to be in a positive mood to make the sun really shine bright.

We walked up the first house.
The mailbox said;
“ The Dampoids Residence.”

It was the smallest house out of all of them lined up.
The little windows, and the little door really stood out, because it was dark gray, rather than coal black.
The tiny black mailbox made the house complete, and if the little black house were white, I would consider knocking on the door and introducing myself.
But since it wasn’t, I kept my distance.
I didn’t want to make anybody upset, especially them, even if they were tiny little creatures.

I walked over to the next house, and to my surprise, it was the biggest one.
The tin mailbox said;

“The Shot-oids Residence.”

Hmm… I thought. Every name so far was damp, and down, and sad, and black.

The big house had four layers of roofing.
The first layer was a very dark shade of green, almost a shade of black.
The second layer was an extremely dark shade of gray, and I could only tell it was gray when the sun shined on it.
The third and fourth layers were black, the usual, and the three big windows were also of that matter.
But this house was very different than the other ones.
The door.
The door was more of a big jail type thing.
It had bars going across, and up and down.
They had moss and mold hanging off the bars, to show it was old.
The stench made my stomach churn, and my eyes water. I stepped back, and took a big breath of the fresh air.
I was done looking at that house for sure!

The third house was the strangest house out of all.
It was upside-down!
The roof, or what would have been the roof in my old town, was on the bottom. And pointy, and I didn’t see how it was balancing, but it was.
It had the door, and the doorbell, and right next to the doorbell was the mailbox that said;

“ Dull-oids Residence”

It kind of freaked me out, and standing next to the house, made me feel like an ant.

The next house was the

“Black-oids Residence”

And it was also upside-down. But it didn’t freak me out, because it was small; very small, but a little bit bigger than the Damp-oids, who was the smallest.

The house was plain, and not worth explaining.

The very last house, was not the biggest and bulkiest, but it was the skinniest and tallest.
It was sure scary, but the only house that was a light-ish gray.
It made me feel good inside to look at a building that was not black.
It was gray; gray was an old man’s beard.

Its mailbox said;

“The Witch-oids Residence. (And don’t come near.)”

I didn’t know what that meant, but I didn’t want to come any nearer, so again, I kept my distance.

“Edwin, look at all of these unique houses!” I said.

When I turned around, Edwin was curled up in a ball, and sucking his thumb, with his eyes closed.

When he opened one eye, and saw me looking at him confused, he jumped up, and gasped.

“I-I- I… it’s not what it looks like!” he yelped, but the tears came. Not his tears, mine.

And they were not sad tears, nor happy. I was laughing. Laughing really hard. Fell on the ground laughing, and I couldn’t control myself.
I was gasping for air laughing, and I couldn’t stop.
I mean, looking at a grown man curl in a ball, and suck his thumb in fear made me laugh!
How could you not?
How could you not find that humorous?
And I needed a good laugh, because those houses were surely bringing me down.

“Whew!” I said, “Thanks for giving me a good laugh!!” I said, wiping a tear from my face.

His face automatically turned tomato red.

“We will speak of this to no one.” He said, in a quiet, but deep voice.

He turned around, and my lip quivered again.
I tried to hold my laugh in, but it exploded through my lips, and the whole process started up again.
I was laughing on the floor, for I couldn’t breathe anymore.
But soon, I controlled it again, because I heard a squeaky metal sound.
The sound of a door being thrust open with great force.
I looked up in shock, and Edwin spun around too.
The door of the Witch-oids swung open.
Three old ladies, or creatures you could call them, slimed out of the house.
They looked like something you would see in a horror movie, a movie of aliens.
They were green, about four feet tall or so, and had bright red stripes.

“We told you to keep your distance.” The shortest one said, coming closer to me.

It had long, and razor-like nails that jabbed at me but I jumped up, and dodged each swing.

The tallest one, probably five feet maybe, came so close to me, I could feel its breath on my neck, as I turned away from them.

It made strange noises, like growls, and in a flash of light, a giant rumbling sounds shook the whole village.

It shook me, and I fell, as the city moved under my feet.
But the strange creatures didn’t move an inch, and I had a strong feeling they were the ones who caused that, well earthquake!

“What? What do you want from me?” I pleaded as they swiped another nail a centimeter by my face, almost hitting it.

I turned around to see if Edwin was okay, and sure enough, he was curled in a ball, eyes closed, sucking his thumb, and rocking back and fourth.
I was too scared to laugh, and I could feel my face turn sheet white.
My lips suddenly got sticky, and I had a terrible case of cottonmouth, as I looked at the tall one in the eye.

“Please, please. Please let me go. I will never… I will never…. I won’t bother you ever again.” I begged, almost in tears, but not quite.

“Oh will you?” it said, in such a heavy accent I could barely understand them.

“Yes! I will do anything! Just please don’t hurt me! Coming here was an accident…” I started, saying the same thing I said in the Hairy Toe-Poid Forest.

“SILENCE!!” it yelled.

I whimpered, and huddled near Edwin, who was still playing the role of a baby.
He didn’t even put in an effort to save me!
And I thought I was the only friend he had!
He wasn’t a man; he only acted like one when we weren’t in danger.
He only was lying to me, and was pretending that he was something he wasn’t.
I was acting like more a man than he was!
He was the one sucking his thumb!
He was the one lying to me the whole time, and pretending, and being a poser.
I could never trust him again. And the time where the Swampster attacked me!
He was the first to run away, he didn’t stick an arm out when I was being attacked!
He stuck an arm out when it went away!
When it stopped killing me!
When it stopped taking away my last few breaths, good thing I didn’t die.
But he wouldn’t of known!
He wouldn’t have put a second of his selfish time away to help his dying friend.
I couldn’t believe the thoughts I was having, but those were the thoughts that anyone would have had, if they were inches away from being slashed to death, and no one caring, no one helping.

I yelped and scrambled back up on my feet to run away.
One of the Witch-oids was behind me, and pushed me back down again.
My mouth was sticky, and there was a lump in my throat that disabled me to scream.
My eye caught Edwin, and as I was fighting for my life, I had time to grimace at him, and he was still in the same position; rocking back and forth, thumb crammed inside his mouth.
A single tear slid down my cheek, knowing that this was the end.
To me, I thought it was the last breath I would take, and the last move I would make.
I didn’t know that I would soon be able to run away.
It had to have been by God that I made it this far.
I had survived throughout Edwin’s evil plans, being locked up in his laboratory, being thrust into this crazy world by, a genie, a genie! Who knew they even really existed!
A genie was the one to blame, even though he did warn me about his trickster ways.
Not only did I have been surviving through this world, I survived the Swampters, the Toegars, and the little mushroom creatures.
I had found a healthy food and water source, and all was well. Except until right now.
It is hard for me to even tell about the Witch-oids, without choking and blinking back tears. It is hard to remind myself about the troubles and predicaments I went through.
And I survived them all. Needless to say, I was a hero. Not a man or woman wearing a cape or mask in disguise, and swooping by buildings saving person by person. Not one who saves buses, as they are about to fall off a broken bridge, or one who stops a villain as they are holding a knife to a lady’s neck.
I was a hero, but a hero who was silent. Who didn’t want rewards for her good deeds. A hero who saved herself, and others silently, and without major notice, or the need to have any attention drawn to myself whatsoever.
I was the hero, who was proud of myself, but wasn’t cocky.
The hero, who didn’t swing from side to side as I walked.
I held my head high, but not so my neck could show.
In other words, I believed in myself, but didn’t need to the world to be patting my back and be giving me gold stars along the way, and having been told I was great all along.
I was what you would call an undercover hero, the world to be wondering.
And that was the type of hero I loved and always will love to be.
The hero I will tell my grandchildren, about all of the amazing adventures I went through, as they sit around me and have excited looks on their faces.

“Ah! Stop! Please!” I found myself screaming.

They were coming closer and closer to me and I covered my head with my heads and sat in a ball on the ground.

“Mua hahaha!” they laughed evilly.

I was disgusted at the fact that they could laugh at someone they were killing. I was disgusted at the fact that everybody I met here wanted to kill me, or Edwin.

All of the sudden, everything stopped, and they were frozen. I looked over at Edwin and he was frozen too.
Everything there was stuck in the position they were last in, but me.
I got up, and ran. It was the only choice I had.
Since it was frozen, I ran like there was no tomorrow.
I ran past the trees.
Past the houses.
Past the Witch-oids.
Past Edwin.

I really didn’t care if I left him alone, because, well, he would do the same to me.
I know he would because he did. He did it before.

All those times I stuck loyally by his side.
All those times I cared for him.
I didn’t feel any emotions for that slime bag, rude, immature, baby anymore.
Well, the only emotion I felt towards him was that I hated him.
And that was all.