The Idle Promise. 

Prologue

The Promise 

"Sometimes I wish I was pretty."

Sure, girls say they wish they were pretty a lot. The usual,'I-Am-Not-Pretty', garbage even though they really are. I heard it everyday in middle school. It was really annoying, and I said I would never go on and be like that, but I've started doing it. I've started being like those girls who think they're ugly, or unappealing, or whatever word you want to use for horrible looking.
"But you are, Brenden."
I rolled my eyes to every time he'd answer when I said that. You could tell he wasn't happy I was saying it either. It was almost as if he had to flinched every time it escaped my lips. The topic of it made his ice blue eyes dark away from my speckled, light brown ones, like they'd melt his own if he looked long enough.


"I'm really not, Felix. Those other chicks don't have a reason to be saying it. I do." Felix would either hiss a sigh or roll his eyes, blowing his messy blondish hair out of his eyes, almost the shade of light blue, but it kept with a dark and light mix. He always got frustrated with me about the topic.
"But you are beautiful, B. I don't understand girls who say that, especially you."
"You don't have to understand."
"I will make you feel beautiful, and be beautiful, Brenden. I swear."

We were in eighth grade, or should I say on summer break to be freshmen in high school, which would suck. I brushed my lilac colored hair aside, adjusting the headband with roses and spikes on it. The roses were cream colored, and my skin was a bit whiter. My eyes averted his gaze as he hugged me, and whispered that promise.

"I promise, I'll make you beautiful.. I'll make you pretty, pretty like a meadow of peace, or a rainbow rose bush." My laughter of bells rang in his ears, and I could feel a smile pulling at his lips. A smile I didn't recognize. I always thought he was kidding with me, that he lied to me.
"Oh, such an idle promise that is, Felix. You can't possibly do that."
Little did I know, he was being serious.
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Laughs this will be a horror story don't worry
-Zacharie

 

Crap I should stop giving away my plots, no more of that  thank you, the one reader I have. I'll update later I think, if my boss isn't trying to kill me.

 

Chapter One: Felix's 'Plan' for Brenden.

First day of sophomore year, how psycho. Time has passed by real fast since that conversation with him, and of course I stopped my crazy talk about not being beautiful. Now I just didn't care about my looks. I mean, right now I could be walking to Felix's house in my pajamas and not care about how I look. I knocked on the grey door, pushing my purple hair out of my face. He opened the door, and stumbled out. I stepped back, pulling the kid to his feet. He had a couple of red spots on his green collar, and a bit more on his white shirt. Felix was the kid that wore sweaters and shirts and black skinny jeans with his glasses. Y'know, like your stereotypical hipster. Except Felix hated coffee, and used PCs more than laptops. There was a rag in his doorway, covered with more red. I decided not to worry about it, considering Felix was probably working on some crazy art project. He stood up quickly, shutting the door and locking it and throwing his backpack on his shoulders.
"Morning Brenden!" He grinned.
"You're unusually hyper today, let alone cheery."
"Oh, I have a reason. And it's a reason just for you!"
I quirked an eyebrow at his words. I had no idea what he was talking about.
"A reason for me? Do explain, Jekyll."
"You remember that one conversation we had? And how you protested you weren't pretty?"
"Yeah, sure I do." I shrugged, looking down. I guess I managed to put on clothes today, a pair of sweats with neon yellow and a yellow long sleeved shirt. What? I'm pretty lazy in the morning.
"Well I can do that!"
I looked up, both of my eyebrows pulled into a look of unsure worry and impeccable questioning.
"You can what, exactly?"
"Make you pretty!"
I sighed, starting to walk and staring at the sidewalk. How did he even remember that I wanted to change?
I twisted the piercing in my lower lip, my other hand at my side.
He took it happily, and I looked up.
What was going on with him? I don't understand.
"Felix, that was about five or four years ago. I wasn't thinking."
"But do you still want to change?"
"Felix—"
"I can make you real pretty, Brenden! What color eyes do you want?"
I tugged my hand away from him, and he pushed his glasses up.
"Sorry, kinda excited."
"Felix, sure I'm not pretty, but I don't care."
He looked kind of hurt after I pulled my hand away. He watched his mix-matched shoe wearing feet take one after the other. I took his hand, and gave him a small braced smile, a matching purple on my bands. He smiled back, and I swear, I realized I was a pushover for him.
"Alright Felix.. Sure, I want to be pretty."
His face lit up like the Fourth of July. He pulled me into a hug, squeezing me to where I had to squeak to talk.
"Uh Felix, can't breathe—" I wheezed.
"Sorry, sorry! When are you available so I can do it?"
I shrugged, opening up my phone to my calendar.
"In like, seven days."
"Alright, seven days it is! I can't wait to show you everything, you'll just love it!"
"At lunch, give me some details, alright? Don't jump the bandwagon."
He nodded, and ran into the building and to his locker, hopefully. I stepped into the building, doing the usual. Walked to my locker, busted it open, threw my backpack in there and went to choir. Curiosity was eating at me slowly.. What kind of plan was Felix leading? How long is it going to take?
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Fast forward through three periods, to lunchtime now. Where Felix and Brenden sit.
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I sat down with my backpack, pulling out a small sandwich bag with Poptarts in it. By the time I looked up, Felix was sitting down right next to me.
"Brenden!"
"Felix, I saw you three hours ago. Hi."
"Okay, you ready to hear it?"
"Hear what?" I responded. It's not that I'm stupid, or have issues, I just don't remember things real well. I probably pushed the topic, whatever it was, to the shred pile in my mind.
"The plan, B!"
"Oh, sure."
"So.. Over the summer when we weren't hanging out, I learned a few...uh.. makeup and body/i] tricks!"
I bit down on my Poptart, nodding for him to go on.
"A-and with these, I can change your eye color, o-or cheekbone shadow!—"
People threw him a few glances that stated,"you're really creepy". I tilted my head in curiosity,
"So.. My square thumb?"
I just pulled a random example out there to see what he would say. He took my right hand, turning it to see my thumb and nodded.
"Yup!"
"Mhmm. Impressive, Jekyll. You've outdone yourself. "
He beamed proudly, and there wasn't sarcasm in my voice. I'll admit, he learned these things without me. And he can do it well, apparently.
"But Felix.. You really don't have to. I mean it's not that I don't want you to do it, I think it's really good you're doing that! But.. You don't have to keep that promise. You know that right? I was silly when I said those things, y'know, about not being pretty?"
After I said that I laughed, but it wasn't a normal epitome of laughter. It was of a nervous nature. He shook his head,"I insist. I want to fulfill your requests after all you've taught me. Promise years later is an idle promise I still have to keep, you know." He finished, sounding matter-of-falcuty like.
I sighed, giving up trying to argue with this boy.
"If you insist, fine."
"Yesssss!"
He grinned, and kept eating his lunch. I felt a shiver run up my spine, and there it was again.
The glimmer and that grin was unfamiliar to me, as if it was a stranger instead of my best friend, friendboy, whatever you want to call him.
It just wasn't... Felix Jekyll anymore.
But a promise was a promise, no matter the years or the idleness apparently. Felix wouldn't let that promise go until his little... plan ran accordingly. Perfectly, and accordingly.

 

Cries I messed up the BB code D:

 

Ignore my jacked BB code fail update, here we go


Chapter One: Felix's 'Plan' for Brenden.

First day of sophomore year, how psycho. Time has passed by real fast since that conversation with him, and of course I stopped my crazy talk about not being beautiful. Now I just didn't care about my looks. I mean, right now I could be walking to Felix's house in my pajamas and not care about how I look. I knocked on the grey door, pushing my purple hair out of my face. He opened the door, and stumbled out. I stepped back, pulling the kid to his feet. He had a couple of red spots on his green collar, and a bit more on his white shirt. Felix was the kid that wore sweaters and shirts and black skinny jeans with his glasses. Y'know, like your stereotypical hipster. Except Felix hated coffee, and used PCs more than laptops. There was a rag in his doorway, covered with more red. I decided not to worry about it, considering Felix was probably working on some crazy art project. He stood up quickly, shutting the door and locking it and throwing his backpack on his shoulders.
"Morning Brenden!" He grinned.
"You're unusually hyper today, let alone cheery."
"Oh, I have a reason. And it's a reason just for you!"
I quirked an eyebrow at his words. I had no idea what he was talking about.
"A reason for me? Do explain, Jekyll."
"You remember that one conversation we had? And how you protested you weren't pretty?"
"Yeah, sure I do." I shrugged, looking down. I guess I managed to put on clothes today, a pair of sweats with neon yellow and a yellow long sleeved shirt. What? I'm pretty lazy in the morning.
"Well I can do that!"
I looked up, both of my eyebrows pulled into a look of unsure worry and impeccable questioning.
"You can what, exactly?"
"Make you pretty!"
I sighed, starting to walk and staring at the sidewalk. How did he even remember that I wanted to change?
I twisted the piercing in my lower lip, my other hand at my side.
He took it happily, and I looked up.
What was going on with him? I don't understand.
"Felix, that was about five or four years ago. I wasn't thinking."
"But do you still want to change?"
"Felix—"
"I can make you real pretty, Brenden! What color eyes do you want?"
I tugged my hand away from him, and he pushed his glasses up.
"Sorry, kinda excited."
"Felix, sure I'm not pretty, but I don't care."
He looked kind of hurt after I pulled my hand away. He watched his mix-matched shoe wearing feet take one after the other. I took his hand, and gave him a small braced smile, a matching purple on my bands. He smiled back, and I swear, I realized I was a pushover for him.
"Alright Felix.. Sure, I want to be pretty."
His face lit up like the Fourth of July. He pulled me into a hug, squeezing me to where I had to squeak to talk.
"Uh Felix, can't breathe—" I wheezed.
"Sorry, sorry! When are you available so I can do it?"
I shrugged, opening up my phone to my calendar.
"In like, seven days."
"Alright, seven days it is! I can't wait to show you everything, you'll just love it!"
"At lunch, give me some details, alright? Don't jump the bandwagon."
He nodded, and ran into the building and to his locker, hopefully. I stepped into the building, doing the usual. Walked to my locker, busted it open, threw my backpack in there and went to choir. Curiosity was eating at me slowly.. What kind of plan was Felix leading? How long is it going to take?
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Fast forward through three periods, to lunchtime now. Where Felix and Brenden sit.
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I sat down with my backpack, pulling out a small sandwich bag with Poptarts in it. By the time I looked up, Felix was sitting down right next to me.
"Brenden!"
"Felix, I saw you three hours ago. Hi."
"Okay, you ready to hear it?"
"Hear what?" I responded. It's not that I'm stupid, or have issues, I just don't remember things real well. I probably pushed the topic, whatever it was, to the shred pile in my mind.
"The plan, B!"
"Oh, sure."
"So.. Over the summer when we weren't hanging out, I learned a few...uh.. makeup and body tricks!"
I bit down on my Poptart, nodding for him to go on.
"A-and with these, I can change your eye color, o-or cheekbone shadow!—"
People threw him a few glances that stated,"you're really creepy". I tilted my head in curiosity,
"So.. My square thumb?"
I just pulled a random example out there to see what he would say. He took my right hand, turning it to see my thumb and nodded.
"Yup!"
"Mhmm. Impressive, Jekyll. You've outdone yourself. "
He beamed proudly, and there wasn't sarcasm in my voice. I'll admit, he learned these things without me. And he can do it well, apparently.
"But Felix.. You really don't have to. I mean it's not that I don't want you to do it, I think it's really good you're doing that! But.. You don't have to keep that promise. You know that right? I was silly when I said those things, y'know, about not being pretty?"
After I said that I laughed, but it wasn't a normal epitome of laughter. It was of a nervous nature. He shook his head,"I insist. I want to fulfill your requests after all you've taught me. Promise years later is an idle promise I still have to keep, you know." He finished, sounding matter-of-falcuty like.
I sighed, giving up trying to argue with this boy.
"If you insist, fine."
"Yesssss!"
He grinned, and kept eating his lunch. I felt a shiver run up my spine, and there it was again.
The glimmer and that grin was unfamiliar to me, as if it was a stranger instead of my best friend, friendboy, whatever you want to call him.
It just wasn't... Felix Jekyll anymore.
But a promise was a promise, no matter the years or the idleness apparently. Felix wouldn't let that promise go until his little... plan ran accordingly. Perfectly, and accordingly.

 

I'm such a big mouth sometimes and I need to start rereading my notes before I jump the bandwagon and post so I don't mess up again.
im glad Felix appears creepy I'm doing my job right then and thank you for being my lone reader

 

You'll learn how creepy he is Cin good idea to check. I'll probably update around tomorrow while I'm in the cafe or something.
Shana! hey girl hey, go back to lurking I see

 

Sobs just a filler chapter I'm sorry


Chapter Two: The Countdown of Seven Days.

I had seven days until a night at Felix's house. And I'm still kind of creeped out. Not like Friday the 13th movie creeped out, just creeped out in the way he rememberer our silly little conversation way back in that summer. Or the fact he called it an 'idle promise'. That didn't really help the weirdness of it.
This is the countdown of the days until then. Speaking of, he said he wanted to come over on the fifth day to see how I keep my face clean.
I mean not to be offensive, but he's getting weird about it. He isn't talking about it, but I'll see he has a little journal with him constantly, and today he just wrote seven days and then he'd write an entry. I was getting curious about that book, so I decided to ask.
"Felix, what are you writing anyway?"
When I had asked, he nearly jumped five feet and shoved it in his backpack, along with a funky looking red pen. It looked like he had been refilling it quite a bit. Some special pen, I guess.
"What? Oh nothing, just nothing. Just writing notes and uh, stuff I need later on. And beauty tips too, did I mention I want to be a cosmetologist?"
I blinked. Was that all this was the entire time? Felix was just bloody practicing for cosmetology studies?
"Oh no, I don't think you have."
"Well that's the reason I'm doing this! I really want to be a cosmetologist, so I'm studying facials and body improvement and stuff like that for class—"
I cut him off, hushing him and he shut up. He rubbed his goateed chin, glancing back every now and then.
"Sorry."
"It's fine," I sighed, nodding. "it's fine."

Everyday after that was the same, the countdown I'd barely get to see in his journal.
Six more days.
Five more days.
Now hold up.
Five more days, the day he asked if it was okay for him to come over and observe my beauty routine. I said no problem, as if it was totally normal and did not, absolutely did not sound stalkerish.
That day I let him come over and watch me carefully remove blush and all the sloppy makeup applied to my face. The entire time he was in that journal, writing away. He was writing extremely fast, almost like he was speedily taking notes like some sort of mad genius who had a brilliant idea. I'm sure he's just adding things to explain on the day I come over, of course.
Four more days.
Three more days.
Two more days.
One more day.
Today is the day.
Every day counted down, he got more and more excited, more hyper, and wrote even faster in that bloody, black composition book of his. I just keep reading the name on the front as he writes furiously.
This composition book belongs to: Felix Jekyll
But today was the day, tonight was the night.
It was the night I learned how he was going to make me beautiful. I'd be his little experimental game for the night to see how well his tricks are doing. Can't you smell the excitement?

 

it's okay cin I should be writing an update right now.
@jen yes the wonderful point of this story

 

R IN MY LAST UPDATE WHY DID U CHANGE.  *remembered
Now here's the update my Idler's have been waiting for

Chapter Three: I said I'd make you beautiful.

I sighed, walking to Felix's house from my house. I put on shorts and a t-shirt, and pulled my bangs back and bobby pinned them. I'll admit, it's a little weird he wanted me to come over. Or even come relatively close to his house. He doesn't really like me over there. I walked up the steps of his house, and looked at the door carefully before I knocked, or touched it. There were little red splatters on the door, as if it was blood in a horror movie. Then again, he liked painting. He probably got paint on the door. Before my knuckles hit the wood, he opened the door and pulled me in.
"Brenden! You made it just on time!"
"Yes, yes of course I did. I hope you realize now I owe you something."
"Oh no, you don't owe me a thing.."
He shut the door and locked it, and his house smelled like a meat locker. I stood up, and he grabbed me, tying a blindfold around my temples, covering my eyes.
"Felix, what in the actual fuck? C'mon man, what the hell?"
"Shhh, Brenden. It'll all be over soon.."
"What?! What'll be—Ahaha.."
I felt a sharp pinch in my side, and everything was going even more black than I already had to deal with. Insane giggles escaped my mouth, and just before I passed out, I heard a whisper in my near.
"I'll make you beautiful, just like I said.. I keep a promise, no matter how idle. Goodnight, Brenden Wilhite."
Then it was all gone.
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Brenden's Waking.
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I woke up to a bright, white light. I know I'm not bloody dead, but my hand was stinging..
"Oh goodie! You're awake, B!"
I groaned, lifting my head to see several tools I did not expect Felix to ever fucking touch. From knives to scalpels..
I saw jars of things I didn't think Felix had the guts—Ahaha, guts, no—to ever touch. In fact, I could barely believe my friend could ever do this. To ever use his hands and-and-KILL PEOPLE.
"Felix! W-what's..ow.."
"Oh sorry! I'm just fixing your thumb, you know. Like you said."
My eyes widened as I looked at my hand. My thumb was bloody missing.
My thumb was MISSING. THE NUB COVERED IN GAUZE.
In one of his hands, he held stitching and a needle. In the other, was a thumb, that wasn't mine.
"T-this is real funny, Felix! Haha! It isn't Halloween yet!–" I screeched nervously, as he sat down and began sewing nerves together in my hand, and sewing my thumb on. I could feel my mascara coming off my eyelashes, dripping down my face with my tears as I began to sob.
"Shhh," he hushed me. "it'll be over soon. I promise."
I watched in horror as that smile—the one I didn't think was him, the one I didn't think was Felix —upturned on his lips. I bit my tongue, and he finished, cleaning blood and he whispered to me.
"Flex all the fingers on that hand for me, Brenden."
I slowly flexed them all, and the thumb was stiff. He used his fingers and bent it a little, and I began to cry again. I tried sitting up, and I couldn't. My legs and lower torso were belted down by his belts.
"W-why Felix.. I said I.."
"I promised I'd make you beautiful.."
And weirdly enough, I blinked, and tears still fell down my face as I talked.
"J-Jekyll.."
"Would you like to learn how to make other people pretty too?"
I was horrified with myself. I accepted with what he did to me without a care, and he leaned over and kissed my forehead.
"I'll teach you. Me teaching you will be your payback for this."
I was frozen, and nodded my head slowly. I accepted what he was doing. Why? He smiled, a Felix smile.
"Good. Now flex your thumb for thirty seconds everyday, and it'll all be okay."
He took the belts off me, and I was still surprised. He helped me up, and I looked around the room, the room filled with people's body parts. People that were or weren't missed. People that had or didn't have lives.
He covered my eyes as he took me to the door.
"Now Brenden, don't tell anyone of this or you'll be just like them. You're my apprentice now."
I shakily nodded, still blinded by his hand. His hand smelled of cleaner or bleach, and as he opened the door, I said something I didn't think I'd say. I never felt anything towards this boy other than a platonic friendship.
"Felix?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you.. And um.."
He uncovered my eyes, and I turned to him, smiling. I had tears of happiness, still of acceptance. I hugged him tightly and whispered.
"I think I love you."
I could feel him hugging me tighter, and feel his silent sobs. I made him happy.
But now I've become a monster in a monster's shadow. Why..?
Why did I have enough mental health to accept my best friend was murderous, collecting people's body parts.