Awesome Being Evil Ch. 2

Gilbert sat under a red wood tree in Oregon. It was a sunny day, his favorite weather for one reason, Gilbird sang his little heart out when the sun shone and after 2 days of flying over the North Pacific Ocean he was perfectly content to watch and listen to his yellow ball of feathers as he took it easy.

Gilbert yawned, stretched and pulled his wings into his back; he could feel his pale skin melt over them as he flopped down onto his back. He knew from experience that if someone were to look they’d find what looked like a massive bruise when in all reality you could see the leathery part of his wings through his skin.

Gilbird hopped to a new branch and resumed his happy tune, a smile tugged on the albino’s lips as he watched. God how he missed being alive but this was good enough for him. He stayed there for hours listening to his bird sing and enjoying the sun shining down through the thick leaves of the ancient red woods but all things come to an end. Gilbert stood, groaning in disappointment and slight pain, he gave a low whistle.

Gilbrid flew down from his perch and chirped once more before taking his usual place in his owner’s silver hair, which was hidden under his dark hood.

For fun, Gilbert started running through the forest, leaping over fallen trees and ducking under low branches, dodging around some of the ones he couldn’t and jumping from rock to rock and over a small creek. It was the closest thing he’d been to flying, the wind tossing his hair around and his lungs burning.  A half fallen tree caught his eye, he ran up it like a ramp and then jumped, unfurling his wings and taking to the sky. He flew to the closest city, which happened to be Newport.

Gilbert snorted.

Newport his ass, there was nothing new here, oh sure there was that huge bridge in the distance and everything was modern, nothing run down but there was nothing that screamed ’I’m new’.  The demon circled the city once, looking for a target on the street or a high school that might hold a suitable target, upon finding none to his liking he decided to go to the next state. Only he didn’t know when this state ended and the next one began, shrugging he flew away.

Before he even knew it, Gilbert found himself gazing down at rolling hills of shamrock green and huge brown animals. As he continued on the hills flattened out a little and huge white caped mountains loomed on the horizon. He looked down and saw a man riding a horse herding cows with the help of a brown dog.

Gilbert felt disgusted, he hated America with a burning passion rivaled by none but what he hated more was the cowboys of the country. Hard working men that didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘play’ or ‘fun’ that turned into old prunes with an attitude problem because they’ve worked in the open elements all their life.

They were homophobic, anti-choice; trigger happy, psycho Christens with giant belt buckles with their names on it that they wear upside down so they can go ‘Oh shit, that’s my name!’ It made him shutter just thinking about them. They all needed to loosen up a little and have a fucking beer.

Well at least he could be thankful that he wasn’t in Texas. Last time he was there he got on the wrong side of some dude just because of a comment about the hats being really big and then next thing he knows is that he’s being chased by gun-toting Texan militia psycho paths.

In the end he had to kill them all, accidentally putting himself in the Devil’s favor.

Gilbert hovered there, watching the cowboy and wondered if it would be any fun to prank him.
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Gilbert stomped his way around town, choosing to stay invisible, it had been a month since he got here and he still didn’t have any one to whisper suicide to. If he was truthful with himself he would admit that he was lost but he was to awesome to be lost damn it! One thing did go well, however, he was able to pull his pranks, and he had started out small by killing a fly and putting it in someone’s soup, he didn’t care enough to see who it was.

He put a sharp pebble in someone’s shoe, dropped a banana peel and watched a young girl slip on it, she fell on her back and hit her head hard enough to bring tears to her eyes and he had laughed.

Gilbert came across a park, it was small and no one was there. Gilbird chirped from his spot in Gilbert’s hair. He smiled up at the yellow ball and in that moment he decided. He found a bench and sat down on it; he reached up under his hood and took Gilbird from his hair then set him down on his lap. The bird chirped again and tilted his head.

Smiling softly Gilbert began to whistle and when he stopped Gilbird sang the exact tune back to him but added some notes to the end. Gilbert whistled the entire tune back and added his own notes.

They played this game until Gilbert messed up on a note; it was no surprise really, as the song had gotten to be a little over 3 minutes long. Gilbird flapped his wings happily at his win.

“Ah shut it you cocky bastard, kesesesese.” Gilbert laughed and started a new tune. They played for what seemed like hours when it was really just half of one. Gilbird won every single round after which Gilbert would huff and lick his lips before starting a new round.

But as he moistened his lips he caught the taste of a lonely soul, a soul that was in pain but had a small flare of hope in it as well. Without moving an inch, Gilbert looked out of the corner of his eye and saw a blonde man watching him, he wore a red sweater, jeans and his hair was shoulder length and wavy.  

Gilbird chirped to get his master’s attention.

Gilbert couldn’t understand how this human could see him when he was sure he hadn’t dropped the invisibility however after kicking the grass that fact proved to be false as some of the blades caught on the toe of his shoe and moved. He cursed under his breath and stood up, his tail stayed still and lifeless like it was just part of the hoodie.

“ Lasst uns nach Hause gehen.” (Let’s go home) Gilbert said. Gilbird gave a chirp and flew out of his hands to land on his head. Gilbert laughed his odd snake laugh and stuck his hands in his pockets. He licked his lips again but the soul was gone. Shrugging he left the park to go ‘home’.  

Really it was just a dark corner on one of the churches in the area that he slept on for the pure irony of it. The wind tossed his silver strands of hair as he flew; Gilbird flew beside his head and out of the way of his wings.

Not 5 minutes later Gilbert landed on his cold stone ledge and turned his back on the building to lean on it. Across the street was a high school, another reason why he chose to sleep here. He sighed and crouched down with his bird snuggled in his hair and his hands stuffed in his pockets, it wasn’t comfortable but he wasn’t looking for comfort he was looking for sleep and after a minute of listening to the city’s lullaby he found it.
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The weak rays of the sun woke Gilbert, he blinked the sleep out of his eyes and yawned, leaning his head back, arching his stiff back, and his tail finished the arch as the tip of it touched the top of his head and helped his aching muscles loosen up. He rolled his shoulders and slowly stood up so he didn’t pass out then shook his legs out and crouched down again.

With red eyes trained on the school; he waited. It took a few hours but if the war taught him one thing it was patients. The sun chased away the few clouds in the sky as the students started to trickle in through the gates of the school.

The demon noticed a trend; people usually came in by themselves or in groups up to five people, so it was odd that a pair of boys walked in together. Both were blonde, both wore glasses but the taller one had shorter hair with a cowlick that could be argued was an ahoge and was louder than the others walking in.

As Gilbert looked at the shorter one, he sucked in a breath, it was the same man from yesterday but today that spark of hope was cut in half and the pain was mixed in with despair.

Target acquired.