I actually got a request from someone. Someone wants to read my stuff. Holy moly. I had an old story that I both enjoyed making and re-reading, and I think my anonymous friend will too. If you’re not content, I can magic something new up. And yes, before you ask, it is what the quotation was pulled from. Sorry, anon. I hope this will suffice for now, and I’ll have a fresh one for you at a later date, completely decided by you.
By the way, since I don’t know who you are, if you send me a link or something that I can deliver my stuff to you on, we can do that too.
I’m rambling. XD First one will be posted here, though. Maybe it’ll give people an idea of what they’d be getting.
I never knew my parents. Of course, they were there when I was younger, but I still don’t really consider them to be my family. I was adopted, if you couldn’t tell. My family was one of the most important things in my life, and most of them treated me with the same kind of respect. It was nice, in a way.
I’ll spare you all of the boring details about them; there was mum. She didn’t care for the formalities and all that, so I just called her by her name. Elaine. I’d called her Elaine since the day that I could speak, so I doubt she even noticed. Though this may sound neglectful, she was a really, really kind person. Sometimes I’d sit and watch the television with her and rest my head against her side, and she’d gently scratch my back. I overheard her and my father speaking once, and from what I could make out, it seemed that she was the one who thought that it would be a good idea to bring me into the family. I was thankful for that.
Speaking of my father; his name was David. He was a nice enough man, but I could tell that he didn’t like me as much as he did for his own child. To try and win his affection, I often referred to him as Dad. It didn’t work, mind you. Still, I can kind of see where he was coming from; a new face in the family that he had to unconditionally love. It was hard, and I respected his decision, even if I didn’t get the attention that I wanted from him. First thing you’d notice about him? His cold personality. Even with his own children, he was very stern, and wasn’t afraid to lay down a little pain to keep us in line. I first discovered this when I couldn’t use the restroom properly. He let me know what I was doing was wrong, I suppose. I kind of thank him for doing so, however. He set me on the right path, and taught me a few things.
Finally, there was my sister. Even from the original first few days that I was in the house, Veronica was there for me. She was very young at the time, so much so that we grew up at around the same time. Though she was a little older than me, I still kind of thought of her as the younger one. She was the typical kind of teenager, and we got on pretty well. I have fond memories of playing with her in the back garden, tossing an old ball that we found behind the shed back and forth. Nowadays, we’d mostly just talk. She handled most of that, but I still listened closely and fondly. It was nice. We were always a poor family, and because of a lack of space, I shared a room with her. In fact, it’s been like that since the day that I was adopted. I would’ve complained, but I’d always felt very protective of my sister, so this was perfect. My idea was that nobody was going to get in here without my say-so. Looking back, I should’ve expected that I couldn’t really do anything. I was small for my age. Still, things were good.
That was, until that Saturday came around.
I was splayed out over the overly comfortable leather sofa in a dreamless sleep, recuperating from an exhausting day of doing absolutely nothing. I was shaken awake by irritation as the front door once again drug across the floor in the hallway, the sound grinding into my ears. Though the sound was an unpleasant one, it held positive connotations. My family were home.
This was what had reminded me that the day was Saturday. I was awful when it came to keeping track of time in any sense, but since Veronica had just returned from her weekly trip to the nearby shopping centre, I assumed that it had to be Saturday. Clambering off of the sofa, I made my way out of the, as my mother called it, “Relaxation Spot”, and into the hall. Seeing nothing but unoccupied shoes, I sleepily walked into the living room. As soon as my sister saw me, she strode over and wrapped her arms around me in a warm hug. I let out a disorientated whine of feigned annoyance, my playful attitude returning as I further recovered from sleep. My eyes landed on Elaine and Dad, the former of which was making their way over to me. I stared up at her as she ruffled my hair, a dumb smile forming on my face.
“Sleep well?” she remarked mockingly, and, in retaliation of her teasing, I gave her a brief snort of ignorance as I turned my head away, obviously returning the jest.
I heard Dad call out from across the room. “Don’t treat your mother like that!”, his voice empowering, yet authoritative and inspiring of passivity.
I let out a short string of offensive remarks concealed in a growl, which garnered no response from the man. Either he didn’t hear, or he couldn’t be bothered to get up, as I didn’t feel the sharp pain of his foot whipping into my leg. Elaine looked at me disapprovingly, but I merely tilted my head to the side and played an innocent façade, and she melted in a matter of seconds. ‘Too easy’, I thought to myself. Veronica moved towards the stairs and motioned for me to follow. Smiling, I accepted her request, trailing behind her as we made our way up the stairs and towards our room. She sat down on her bed, and I on mine, and she began to talk about her day. It was stuff that I’d become familiar with in the past: her relationship with her seemingly very rude boyfriend, her studies, stuff like that.
Eventually, she grew bored of talking about her own life, and decided that she needed a look into someone else’s. Or should I say, something else’s. As she fumbled down the side of her bed for her remote, I adjusted myself to become more comfortable.
“You found it yet?” I inquired as she sat up to look at me, noticing the remote discarded beside me. I followed her gaze towards the device, and I grinned mischievously, trailing her line of sight back up towards her eyes.
“God damn it…”, she muttered softly, reaching over towards it as I absentmindedly nudged it over towards her, slightly distracted by the prospect of what we would be watching after she managed to figure out the mystery that the confusing device held.
To my delight, as the television screen flickered to life, and she began to input the code of numbers, the image of a large, proud animal sat within a flatland of yellowing grass. Unusually, Veronica was not the kind of girl who watched many other channels, and her choices usually involved some sort of animal, be it big or small. I let out a small grunt of approval, my gaze fixated on the screen. I wasn’t complaining. Those sort of channels were really the only ones that could hold my attention for very long. They made me feel like I was actually around such powerful creatures, and such a prospect fascinated me.
After a few hours of different creatures on different channels, Elaine poked her head around the door. I jumped a little when she did so, much to my sister’s amusement. “Veronica, what are you still doing up?” she questioned, her voice sterner than usual. Dad must have started another argument.
“I just-”, Veronica began, almost instantly being cut off.
“No excuses. It’s about time that the both of you went to sleep, I should think”, her gaze shifting over to me for a moment. I whined softly, already beginning to get into a sleeping position, easing her steely glare a little. Even as I did so, and with family around, I began to get the feeling that something wasn’t right.
Elaine’s hand slid over the light-switch, and the room descended into darkness. In the instant between the light being on, and the room being shrouded in shadow, I caught a glimpse of something. Or someone. I couldn’t be sure. It was such a brief glimpse, but I was sure that there had been movement. By the time that I eyed the entirety of the glass panes, whatever had been there was gone. I eased up slightly, but still kept my guard up. For Veronica’s sake.
I lay in bed a few hours later, unable to sleep. A streetlamp shone through our window, illuminating the room in a dim, milky hue. It wasn’t particularly bright, but it was enough. I had always struggled to sleep at night, and my eyes tended to adjust to the darkness fairly quickly, so I could see to the point where most people could in the daylight. Occasionally, I’d catch soft nuances emanating from outside of the house: The rustling of leaves. The snapping of thin branches fallen from dying trees. The faint yet unforgettable whiff of sweat and blood. Even these were enough to keep me more than on edge. Yet, these sounds faded, and any smell that I had once caught scent of were gone. I began to relax slightly. My body began to sink into my bedding. I was at ease. My eyelids slid closed.
A loud crash jolted me awake not too long after.
It sounded like it was close. Too close. Across the house. Veronica. My head whipped around. “Someone’s broken in!”, I barked at her, adrenaline coursing through my veins. “Get up!”, I yelled repeatedly, my voice beginning to grow hoarse. She bolted up, looking around as to identify the cause of my terror. As soon as she sat up, I sprinted towards my parent’s room.
As I bounded towards the source of the violent crashing, sounds of the most terrible nature wailed out of my parent’s room. Panting. Such laboured breathing didn’t belong to my father. I stopped in my tracks, fear holding me still for a moment. A loud thud beat the floor beneath me. Panicked yelps and angry shouts filled the room suddenly, yet they were silenced all too quickly, save for a scream and the slamming of a door. For a moment, I thought I heard one final cry for help before a torrential gushing smacked into the wall I hid behind, soft gurgling only faintly heard behind the repulsive noise and the even more overpowering stench of death. Veronica stood in her doorway, confused and obviously terrified. I had to go in. For her. Slowly, I rounded the corner, and my mind was not ready for what I was about to see.
David lay there, his throat slashed open with his head posed at an impossible angle, his hair rustling against the back of his neck, most of the blood sprayed against the wall beside me on the other side of the room, or staining his clothes as it ran down his body, forming a pool on the ground. I was almost sick.
A man stood in the bedroom. After what had happened, I doubt that I could call him a man.
He was huge. Bigger than Dad was. In both height and body. Exposed muscle bulged out, speckled with the blood of my father. He turned towards me when I ran in, and his face will be forever burned into my mind. His eyes spoke of a broken psyche and an uncontrollable lust. A large, unkempt beard covered his chin, also stained with blood, this time both speckling the net of hair, and also running off of a damper, pointed edge with unnerving frequency. Why his face was that close to so much blood was a thought that still unnerves me. His face was cold. Undisturbed by the scene around him. Looking back, I think that might’ve been the worst part about this behemoth. Even while standing in a pool of another man’s blood, his face was a slab of complete composure.
I stared in horror. He stared back, crooked yellow teeth gleaming in the streetlamp lit room as he gave me a malicious smile. I shook softly, not knowing what to do.
He turned away from me, ripping the en-suite door open. Inside, crouched in the corner, lay the body of the still living Elaine, her fearful whimpering turning to uncontrollable sobs as she identified the blood staining the man’s clothes. She knew that Dad was dead, and that she was next. I couldn’t do anything. How the hell could I. I couldn’t even run. I just continued to scream at him to stop, all the while tears streaming down my face.
He walked out, now soaked in blood, moving more sluggishly as the crimson liquid weighed down his clothing with its large quantity. The smells that I had detected earlier had formed into a painful stench, almost burning my nose.
A shrill scream bounced around the room. I froze. I knew what was next. The lumbering beast instantly took notice of Veronica, his eyes locking onto her with a predatory hunger. For a good minute, nobody moved. Nobody did anything. Why the hell hadn’t she run? Surely, by now, she knew what was happening, and she’d escaped? The monster’s gaze shifted from her to me for second, yellow teeth revealing themselves once more. No. As he began to move towards us with speed unbefitting of such size, I prepared myself for a fight. In confusion, I felt no pain.
He bounded past me and instantly latched onto Veronica’s arm, gripping with such ferocity that I could have sworn that I could hear the snapping of bone, only supported by her shock turning to an instinctual yelp of pain, and the wracked sobs created by the scene that she had previously had an entire minute to absorb had been loosed. Even as she cried, he began to move for the door.
I ran after them, Veronica no longer fighting back, completely broken. Hope shot through me as I saw her breathing, yet this hope died all too quickly. If she was alive, then he wanted her alive. Oh God.
As we moved, I made as much noise as I could, trying in vain to alert someone of the intruder. He couldn’t take her. I wouldn’t let him. Yet when his neck snapped around towards me, I fell into silence, not bothering to try anymore. It was over.
Quietly, I let out a “Why?”, not sure what to think anymore. He gave me no response for a moment. Then, he began to lower his free hand down towards me. At first I thought he was going to take me too, but no. With far too much force, he ruffled my hair, and revealing the perverse, cold voice of the one who had decided to break my life on a whim. “Good boy”, he laughed, sick and twisted thoughts being voiced within the disturbing cacophony of sound.
As he stepped over the threshold, Veronica no longer screaming within his grasp, he didn’t look back as he closed the door quietly behind him. Not once. This man had come into my home, and killed and kidnapped its inhabitants with no second thought. I couldn’t breathe. I felt numb. Doing the only thing I knew, I made my way to my parent’s room.
I lay here now among the bodies of my parents, whimpering and shaking in broken acceptance. He’s out there. With her. Doing things that the mind tries to ignore, and I can’t do a single thing about it. I’d go after them, but now? I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I sit here in silence, staring down at my paws. If only I could open that damn door.
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