Ugh okay. Got a call from the army. I have to REDO my waiver so I will be sitting on my butt longer. Meanwhile I decided since I have created so many stories based on Morlocks, I would try one on Eloi. This is a pretty twisted and dark story. This is also based similar to how I set up the species on the "Of Morlocks and Eloi" story. The Morlocks are based from the 1960 film since I prefer their gruesome appearance. The Eloi from the book(since I prefer their tiny size and somewhat different features..it makes them seem less human and more fragile then like the film. anyways..just to let you know since peopel ask me what it's based from. Sorry if the story seems weird. The Eloi are harder to write since writing from "dumb" critter's POV is not as easy lol. enjoy.

Chapter 1. The Dead People

The female Eloi abandoned her son forever, leaving him to himself in the vine-laden bushes. Her instinct to care for him suddenly vanished one morning. She drifted off with the other Eloi to forage and pick fruits off from the trees that were reachable. She went off to do the normal lifestyle all the other Eloi followed; to flirt, play and dance.

Her son stood up on the ledge, searching for this figure he looked to as his mother. He was now almost eight years old and a mature adolescent. Like the others he wore the silky tunic, a badge of his own species. His eyes were blue and his hair blonde like everybody else. He didn't stick out at all among his people. Right now he was gangly and leggy like a yearling horse.

"Eat! Eat!" One of the others said. Soon the others around him repeated this phrase. All of them like sheep. "Eat! Eat! Food!"

They followed one another to the berry-thick bushes and picked off blackberries. This species had no thorns to prick them. Nature had tamed her flora after all.

The one thing that stuck out among this future species of man was that they still handed out names. Even then the names were overly used. As one by one they disappeared below the ground the name was passed on to somebody else. That was their only individuality.

This one was called "Aaro" by his people. It was more of instinct to call somebody a name among them than to make themselves feel special.

The Eloi were dead people in a sense. All what lay before them and what had lain before was non-existent. They only knew of the "now." They followed pure instinct like some lower life form does. They were very small and elegant vegetarian creatures. Only about four feet tall and very lean. So very beautiful too with faces only seen in fairy tales. So very stupid.

Why this is concentrated on Aaro is because he was different. Something about him held a unique future abound for his people.

The young male sighed, not able to search for his mother. Slowly he too felt the bond wither away quite suddenly till he had all but forgotten her. Instead of mourning for her leave he went off to sit by the stream.

Aww the stream. How he liked to listen to the water steadily dripping down the rocks and forming pools at the bottom. His dull eyes flickered with life again. He leaned over the edge and stared into the water, watching the light bounce off the surface. The other Eloi were starting to gather to swim in the shallow pools.

"No!" He shouted when they jumped around in the water. He felt a twinge of frustration but it soon wore off and he went to do something else. He passed by several females who cooed at him to come over. He avoided them, feeling no urges to approach them.

He followed the old path pounded into the ground by his people. The mushy mud revealed the footprints of his own people and the Morlocks.

He hardly seen this creatures. Only their glowing eyes and their strong dried blood scent they carried. In the past he didn't carry much fear of them but now that he was mature something new rose up inside him. Fear. Now he had images of the beasts coming at him for what reasons he did not know. He only knew soon they would want him.

Again the Eloi followed him, thinking he was going on a search for food or perhaps just games. They danced around him and tossed flowers over each other's heads. He wheeled around again, feeling that hotness in his breast.

"No! No! No!" He shouted again, waving his arms around him. The other Eloi stopped and stared at him. Some very confused and some ignored him. This behavior was not of the norm. This was one of the ways Aaro was different. He displayed anger, something unheard of to the Eloi.

The first time Aaro felt this new feeling was when one of the Eloi shoved him off a small ledge. He sprained his ankle badly, leaving him limping for weeks. Even in his immense pain they continued to bother him. Soon he felt that fire flicker and arise inside him. Making those funny faces didn't work so he resorted to making loud noises. They were effective most of the time. It made them stop, so it made the pain better to bear. He was very lucky the Morlocks overlooked him. Most of the time a lame Eloi was a dead one.

The Eloi left him alone, just as he wanted. He ran down the dirt path. His legs sinewy and strong like a deer's. With each stride he could easily cover eight feet, easily outrunning any ancestor of his. He found this made the world go by fast and he enjoyed it.

The soles of his feet were hardened by the earth. He didn't bother with the sandals that were mysteriously left for them. He felt they hindered his ability to run so swiftly.

There were several holes in the ground around him. The smell of rotting flesh and other assortment of smells lingered here. The others of his kind never dared to come here. Something about this place was forbidden. He made it a game to throw rocks and sticks into the dark holes then dart away to hide in the bushes to see if anything would come out. Nothing ever did.

He stooped down low and squinted hard into the blackness. In his own mind he recollected that "dark" in the ground meant something deep. He poked his hand in and waved around. Still nothing popped out. Only air sifted gently inside. Some of the Eloi that were following him were horrified when they spotted him looking down in one of the holes. They disappeared back to the safety of their heavenly home.

Aaro grabbed another rock and threw it down.

"DARK!" He yelled, tilting his head. Why won't anything come out? The game bored him like it did every time he did this.

"Maybe if I wait till dark something come?" He said inside his head. He climbed up the low branches of an old tree nearby and sat plucking the beetles from the bark and dropped them to the soft grass below. They would make their journey back up the tree again.

Soon the sun started to dive under the hillside, leaving the sky in shades of red, orange and soon purple. His heart pounded and his instinct screamed at him to find shelter with his own kind. For a moment he wanted to jump down and scramble back to the others before it was too late. What if nothing came though? He had dropped rocks down in those holes and nothing responded. His body tensed, fighting the urge.

The stars shown above. He always liked those. They made him feel peaceful, made him forget the night.

"Darkness." He shivered between rattling teeth. His nerves were on high alert. Now he was almost blind. Only the half-moon above gave off shadows and forms of the forest around him. His sense of smell was stronger than man's. It was the strongest point of the Eloi. His nose could match that of a bloodhound's. Maybe if any strange scents alerted him, he would know.

Suddenly a shape seemed to loom out from the bare earth before him. Out from that hole in the ground. He lowered his breath and opened his eyes wider.

The odd sounds of grunting and groaning could be heard. That disgusting smell strengthened. He bundled his legs together, regretting he decided to stay here. One by one those creatures popped out from those holes, swaggering fast through the forest towards his home. He could see their eyes, glowing like flames of fire. Maybe that's why they could see? They took light and put it in their eyes.

After about thirty minutes he saw them come back with something else over their shoulders that squirmed and kicked. He could hear the tiny voices whimpering. His kind's voices. The feast had begun.

He froze as he heard a growling close by. His eyes met the glowing ones of this nightmare. At night he remembered seeing the night beasts simply walk away with the Eloi thrown over their shoulders. The Eloi only skittered around in circles and rarely fled. He remembered running away from the Eloi when they wouldn't leave him alone. Maybe the same game could replay here? He gave it a try.

Down he went onto his feet and took off as fast as his long legs could go. He heard the bushes crash and saw the silvery hair waving about beside him. The beast slowed down and didn't chase anymore. This was easier than he thought! These predators were slow.

Filled with courage he doubled back and picked up speed. The Morlocks were still heading down underground. He shot between the legs of one that stood in the perfect position, making it leap a good four feet into the air with fright. The chattering of the enemy started up again. He could hear them all howl, one following the other.

This was indeed a very fun game! Soon enough he felt himself growing exhausted. He picked up more speed and vanished back home to safety. His enemy remained puzzled for awhile before returning back down to their own world.

It gave him a warm feeling to be back with his own kind again. He had strayed away for too long. The other Eloi soon settled back down to sleep. Aaro found himself a spot snug in the middle, where he demanded to be. Being in this spot was the best to be. An Eloi sleeping on the outer edge had a bigger chance of being dragged off first. He had learned this from observation. Again this also set him apart. He was actually learning.

The smell of the night beasts was carried off by the breeze. By the early morning a huge storm could be seen heading in. The Eloi retreated to an ancient ruin that was left by their ancestors long ago. It served well as shelter from the rain and storms as it still had a decent roof to cover their heads.

Aaro squeezed himself towards the back. The halls were made out of pure marble. There were things laying about, mostly rusted. He learned from another one's awful experience that touching pointy things wasn't a good idea. One Eloi slit her gut open on some shards of metal before. The poor Eloi, confused, tried to pull out the weird stringy stuff from her stomach.

The next morning he found the herd emptied of the older Eloi. Now only children and young adults surrounded him. Some of the females his age were already pregnant, the Morlocks left them alone. There was no mourning. All the Eloi that disappeared were forgotten. There were a few hundred head of Eloi here already so it was no real loss.

The heat of the day rose up in temperature. Some of the Eloi filed down towards the river for a swim. Aaro stripped himself and waded out in a pool and sat on top of a rock just a foot below the surface. He was never alone to enjoy his trance. His kind didn't seem to mind stripping down in front of each other. They would just toss off their tunics and go skinny-dipping.

"New baby." One female was fiddling over her first newborn that she delivered last night. "Mine. New baby called Embra."

This was the only bonding he ever knew of. Mother and child stuck together for a few years. The fathers were never seen to partake in this. The older mothers were kept around to age older than the males. After about her third or fourth child she disappeared with the night enemies. The females who had no children were quickly swooped up as well.

He didn't understand this. Only knew this was the way of life. As the day dragged on he heard a constant cry among the herd. Eventually he spotted the source. Some male with a gashed chest limping around crying out. The front of his tunic soaked red with blood.

The Eloi only gave him a curious glance and turned their attention to others.

"Hurt, hurt badly. Hurt." The injured male complained.

Aaro approached him and touched the blood dripping down his clothing. Smelling it he winced in disgust. He knew this scent from the Morlock's holes.

"Hole in ground. You smell like Morlock." He said. The male only stared back.

"Morlock! Morlock!" The Eloi around him whimpered, getting up and drifting away from the bad word sayer.

It was a rare sight to see an Eloi with a wound like this. He figured the Morlock didn't want him.

"Eyes have light in them like sun." He told him, pointing to the sky. The male nodded, clutching his chest.

The young Eloi females behind him started to sing and dance around in a circle. Singing of the beautiful sun above them and the flowers at their feet.

Aaro noticed his mother dancing among them. He approached her and tapped on her shoulder. He remembered her again. She looked at him and giggled.

"Play." She said and went back to dancing with the younger crowd. He frowned. How could she just forget him like that?

He grumbled and went off to the Morlock holes to play his game again. This time he gathered a pile of sticks and started chucking them in one by one.

"GRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNT!" He heard down below. His body flinched and he bounded off into the woods. He stopped short and turned to watch. Nobody was even coming out.

"Night only." He concluded, going to another hole to chuck the sticks into.

Suddenly out of nowhere a face shot out of the hole. It was a Morlock! He met face to face with these hideous creatures for the first time. The creature's red squinting eyes glared hotly at him and grabbed him around the torso. Down he went into the dark hole. All this happened in a flash of a second.

"No! No!" Aaro screamed, grabbing onto whatever he could latch on. This night monster was too powerful to squirm from.

It was true the Morlocks hated the day but Aaro pissed one off just enough to chance it. He slung the Eloi over his back and ambled down the tunnel towards the caverns. Aaro felt himself go light-headed. His heart pounded against the beast's shoulder.

There was more grunting further down in the pitch blackness. He saw more glowing eyes moving around. Three-fingered hands reaching across his face too.

He whimpered and kicked out his legs. The Morlocks were grunting loudly now.

"He's a fine little beast!" The Morlock threw Aaro back onto the ground and tied his arms together.

"The other colony needed a good male they say. I'm not giving away our good ones. He should do fine. Good eyes, clean throat, good flesh." One inspected him. "He's got a fighting spirit I see. Well that's what the colony wants. For whatever reason I don't know."

"Kept tossing rocks down here. So I figured I'd nab him before he runs off. He's damned lucky I'm full." He grabbed Aaro by the hair and pulled him back up on his feet. The Eloi screeched, throwing his arms out again.

"It's certainly not something we want in our stock. He's a cull for sure." One grunted. "It disturbs me to see Eloi like this."

The Morlock that captured him hoisted him over his shoulder again and made his way down the caverns. Aaro couldn't see a thing. Only sometimes would a gentle light be thrown off from the machinery. He had never been so frightened in his life. Now he regretted playing that game. He was going off to the "never come back" place for sure now.

"Dark!" He cried out again, blinking his eyes repeatedly. He wanted the darkness to go away.

The Morlock carrying him gave him a jolt to shut him up. Aaro didn't know the meaning of death. He only knew in a sense that preserving his own life was important. He gave up struggling in his stinky captor's grasp and hung quiet. He was tied up to a rail, waiting for the sun to come down to be transported to some other land. Little did he know how lucky he was to be chosen. Or was he really that lucky.

He scrunched up in a ball, giving passing Morlocks a wary stare. His captor stayed close to make sure nobody would eat him. He threw the Eloi a piece of fruit.

"Quit looking at me like that." He snorted.

"Bright eyes. Sun inside, make head glow." Aaro continued his observations of this creature. "Steal sun away, see in dark."

"Jabbering away aren't we?"

Neither of them understood each other's words.