Pretty Fly For A Blind Guy {Kire!blitz}

There are intruders in my woods. I know that because there is a shaking in the ground that accompanies careless footsteps, and the rustle in the bushes is stronger than the wind. There are no deer around here, nothing large enough to shake the bush with that strength, my father had hunted each and every one until every species but the rodents and birds had abandoned my little piece of forest. My father has been my only human company for longer than I ever bother to think about and now I realize that I am shaking almost as badly as the leaves of the underbrush where the clumsy intruder trampled through. I didn't know if I was ready to meet someone. I was a monster, how could I subject someone to that?

I adjust the sunglasses on my nose, the ones I wore only when I visited the outer edges of my forest patch. It was a place that I could potentially come across people - or in this case where people could potentially come across me - and I wanted to keep the state of my eyes a secret. My hands trace the bark on the tree to my left, guiding me around its circumference as I carefully tested my steps. With my lack of memorization of this part of the forest I could never be too careful about testing each movement so I didn't end up with a branch in my face or my ankle twisted. As it was, this allowed me to keep my movements within the pattern of the forest and thus essentially silent.

That was the only reason why I got close enough to the rustling that I would have tripped over what I now realized to be two people shuffling in the dirt and leaves. Had a female voice not risen up from a place two steps from my feet I would have easily trodden on them. That would have hardly made my lack of sight obvious at all. "No, pants on and zipped." My lip curled and my nose wrinkled as I realized I had almost literally stumbled onto a couple making out. With the next rush of wind I had slunk back into cover, standing behind the very tree they were leaning against as I thought through my mental map for a way to retreat. "What?" The other person is clearly male, and the smell of spirits reaches my nose as he speaks. "You mean to tell me you came out to the woods just to make-out? Shoot, Autumn, baby, we coulda stayed at the bar and found a corner."

My mouth is set in a tight line as I imagine what sounds like a large drunken oaf pawing at a girl. If I still had my eyes I would have held malice in them. I didn't have time for scum, I had enough of it in my own life. "But this is more private." I've tried to imagine what rolling my eyes was like, the feeling that would come when you stretched the flesh farther than it should go and practically roll your eyes into the back of your head to show your disgust in something. It was amazing how much expression could come from two white and some coloured balls of goop, and it was amazing just how much I missed in not having them. Still, my hearing had grown strong enough that I could detect that the scuffling near me was growing somewhat more frantic. "You'll love it. Come on." "No."

The corners of my mouth dropped lower with each moment that the shuffling continued. In my gut I felt a writhing sense of panic and loathing because I was beginning to recognize something of my father in that boy - "I think yes." - and it wasn't anything good. "Get off of me! Damnit, get the fuck off of me!" Didn't she realize that he was going to get his way no matter what? That wasn't a caring guy she was with, that was the sick twisted asshole type that would keep going even when you say stop. I nearly screamed No! myself as I remembered the oaf that hadn't stopped when I had wanted him too. He had gone too far, he had gone too far and now I was left a monster, a shell.

"Get off!"

Air hit my lungs as my mind fixated on first one thing, and then another. Rape! He's raping her. I broke through the sound of the woods with my stomping steps as I moved with a heavy purpose. I can't let her become like me. No one had saved me from my father, but I could save this girl from this boy. I could keep another monster from being formed in the world. I could stop another monster from doing his horrible work as I couldn't stop my father.

My fist came down on open air, but I swung again. This time I hit solid flesh and recoiled at the resistance. "She said no you fucker!" I kicked out and I hoped that I would only hit him. The grunt I heard was male so I relaxed slightly and listened as a different type of shuffling started. This was a scramble to stand up, not to rip the clothes from the body of the girl at the base of the tree. A fist caught the corner of my jaw and turned my head with a wrenching that left me dizzy. I fixed my sunglasses quickly to make sure my eyes couldn't be seen and listened to where he was. There. I lashed out with a fist and caught him in the chest.

The fist in my gut became a literal one as I was lifted off my feet and dropped again. I got my balance without falling and squared my shoulders. My left foot stepped forward and kicked a decent sized rock. I stooped underneath his next blow and picked it up. Brandishing it, I tried to look as threatening as possible. It wasn't as though I was all that large in stature, so I wasn't sure how well I managed, but apparently it was enough. With a most undignified huff and some words to the girl the boy left. The rock fell from my grip as soon as his footsteps had faded from my hearing and I nearly slumped to the ground. I didn't turn to face the girl for two reasons. One, I didn't want her to see me from the front on. Two, I wasn't quite sure where she was.

All of a sudden I just wanted to be alone again.

I'm still standing where I am, listening for any sound or sign of where the girl actually is. In the fight I lost my bearing and now I'm stuck. I must look like an idiot, standing here staring at nothing. Perhaps I had been an idiot but now it was too late to turn back. The leaves under my feet make a slight crunching noise as I shuffle, hoping to inspire the girl into make some sort of sound.

I had to wait another minute.

"Thank you."

I spin towards her voice, knowing at once that she had stayed at the base of the tree and that she was not psychologically okay. Like she would be, damn that asshole to hell, having nearly been raped. After my father had taken my eyes I had fallen into such a state of internal torment that I hadn't really cared about not being able to see. What had been important was the fact that my father was a monster and he had made me into a monster. My father was Frankenstine and I was his creation. I still feel like that, even though some would I say I had just done something heroic.

What was heroism to a monster.

"Thank you."

Her murmur made me move forward until I stood somewhere by her. Not wanting to intimidate her with my leaning over her, I crouched. "Are you-" I was going to ask okay, but I already knew that answer, so I changed my question. "Was I in time?" I had thought I was, but I wasn't sure now. My hands gripped my knees and I quickly shoved my sunglasses back up my nose as I felt them slip slightly. After what had just happened the last thing she needed to see what that I had no eyes.