The Escape

And Alice stared at the man, into the kind eyes that would no longer hold that sweet vigor they so valiantly portrayed. Gently, weakly, did his bloodstained hand caress her face and he nodded with a small grin lining his aged and dying face as he slipped below the curtain of death. Frozen in shock and disbelief, Alice remained in a trance as the lifeless body of her closest friend and mentor left her arms into the hands of her captors, the family of Sinclair. Departing from the premises to leave Alice alone in the confines of her cold, silent room upon the floor of filth and blood the last words of the kind old sage reverberated through Alice’s mind, louder than the small whispers of the dearly departed that buzzed within her mind constantly.

“You have a soul, dear Alice. Don’t let them convince you otherwise.”

Unsure of the truth behind those words a feeling seemed to arouse itself within Alice, stronger than anything she thought she was capable of. The advice of the sage brought to light memories of truths Alice now questioned about her existence. Memories of her father restraining her moments after the procedure where she had slaughtered the individuals responsible for her transformation. And words, louder than thunder spoken by the head of the family Sinclair… a story of Alice’s untimely death as a human.

“You were abandoned, Alice. Your selfish parents stole your soul before their death. You brother left to sell it to the devil. We are your only salvation, my little Lacie. We can give you a new and better purpose… one that does not require a soul.”

Charged with the role of Soulkeeper, young Alice was convinced to save the souls of the departed so that they may never share the same fate as herself… to live onwards without a soul and face the horrors of the consequences as such.

Still a child and in need of guidance, the Sinclairs appointed the old man to raise the girl in fields of language and history, among other areas of education. Alice never came to know the man’s association with the family nor did she ever come to know his name. A past as mysterious as the pages of the books he showed her, the man of kindness doted upon the girl and cherished her as though she were his own. The girl took great delight in being in his presence and it was those moments where Alice smiled the most.

Academics, however, was not the only subject the wise man relayed to Alice. Philosophy, poetry, and ethics were among his teachings in order to give the little girl character. Constantly demeaned and reprimanded by the members of the family, Alice showed little to no interest in matters that did not relate to what was especially expected of her. With the Sinclairs restricting Alice’s options and the wise man reopening them in their sessions, it would be impossible to avoid confusion and faltering performance as a result of said confusion. These signs of internal struggle brought attention to the Sinclairs of the extraneous teachings of the old man and made to immediately eliminate him.

Here, now, the confusion still toiled within Alice as she sat helpless upon the bloodstained wood floor. Isolation to her thoughts was cut short as a maid entered the room and began clearing away the pool of the devilish red plasma. Alice’s eyes, which had been in somewhat of a trance, shifted sharply to the face of the maid, who avoided eye contact. The feeling that became present within Alice at the old man’s death suddenly arose and grew stronger and Alice hated the maid who would dare wash away the last existence that once was the man she learned to love as a mentor. Concentrating on maintaining this foreign feeling, it was not until Alice regained control did she realize the maid had gone and the blood had been erased.

At once, a strange resolve consumed Alice and suddenly desired freedom: a concept the old man taught her… to do whatever you pleased. It was absurd, for she was but a mere tool and as such showed only preferences in things that her caretakers approved of. The absurdity continued as Alice began to wonder. She desired the freedom to show pleasure and preference over to us seems to be nothing more than the simplest things such as colors, books, even food. What would it be like to do things without permission, she wondered. Without being reprimanded? Could there be such a thing? How will I ever know?

Unknowingly, Alice found herself gazing longingly out her bedside window, observing the coming sunset as it blanketed the trees and sky in a soft orange. Here and there flew a small sparrow upon the cool breeze of autumn and small specks of flying light from the lightening bugs began to glow. Creatures born into freedom and who lived it so needlessly, as though taking for granted the freedom they were given. Was it because they need not worry about losing that freedom?

The final toll of indecision was put to rest by jubilant words, no doubt spoken in response to Alice’s apparent desire to escape her prison; which surprised her, for she thought she would never hear the sound of his kind voice ever again only to remember that, as part of the departed, she would always be able to hear that sweet, mellifluous voice forever.

“Run, Alice. You still have a soul… now go reclaim it, my little Lacie.”

And she did so.