Chapter one: The of someone I never knew
Legal Crap: Let me just say something, if you don't like boy on boy sex, or if it is illegal in your area then don't read it. If you're here, and you're under 18 then keep an eye on the door, and your eyes to the story.
Give a horror writer the scream of a child and he can make wonders with that fading scream. At this time, in a lonely little house, kept in a lonely little room is a young boy named Damien. Locked away to hide in the darkness by his human father and mother who are rejecting him and even ignoring his existence. He pleads to get out, and the lock on the outside of the door just shakes and rattles like nails on a board. He's breaking the lock looser and looser with every push. He gives it one more shove, and the door breaks.
The boy enters a long corridor with a set of stairs. One light bulb is hanging and swaying left and right blinking occasionally. "Must be a draft coming from under the door." Damien whispered softly. The boy ascends the stairs with the occasional creaking of the rotting wood. The door opened with ease. The complete utter silence of the house made him think he was already into madness. You could hear a fly's wings buzz all the way on the other side of that house, that's how quiet it was. The occasional chills of the winter night went up his spine.
He walks down the dimly lit stone corridor. With one hand grinding the wall, the other in his jean pocket he walks to a large wooden door. He pushes through, and the putrid odor of flesh enters his nose. His hand goes up to his nose and he shuts the door behind him and runs out of the living room where his dead father and mother lay, trying to hold the tears back. "I have to leave here now, right fucking now!" He enters his room and shuts the door, and turns around. A 15 year old boy is behind the door.
"Hello, little one, I've been waiting for you." said the boy. He walks around a circle around the boy, grinding a hand along his back. The boy tries to move, but can't. He's using Telekinesis on the boy. Damien screams, but doesn't scream. He screams to the shadows, deep in his mind.
"That's it, scream little one, no one can hear you, you're all alone. There's no one here." The stranger inhales hard. "I'll give you an option, you can either come with us, or we can make you come with us. I'd choose option one, because option two won't be pretty."
"Fuck," He pauses and turns facing the windowsill and exhales hardly. He turns around. "I'll go with you peacefully on one condition; you explain everything to me before you do anything."
The boy looked hard into Damien's eyes, "You have my word that I will." The boy smiles and exits, Damien follows.
The stranger opens the door, and they walk out into the cold night. "Here little one," the stranger said," its cold tonight and it's a long walk to the building to where we have to go. By the way, my name is Ayden, and I am 15. You look about 14. Am I right?"
The boy nods. "W-Why did you come for me?" The boy asks.
"I came for you because you're my brother." Ayden said.
"What do you mean...my brother?"
"It's quite a long story. I'll explain when we have time." As the wind picks up, they enter a large factory type building, with boarded up windows and such.
At the doorway there's a large black man. He grunted the word," Password"
"Nightingale" Ayden said. And the door opens. It was a steel door probably three feet thick. "What's the whole purpose of the door?" Damien said.
"The door is to keep Lycans out. Lycans, are werewolves incase you didn't know."
They enter a large room, with several tables on it with tools next to them.
Ayden says,"This is where we give physicals. There's nothing to be afraid of because I'll be right here with you. But, right now, you've got to strip so the doctor can look at you."
"Look at me for what?" The frightened boy said
"Well,it's just to check you out and see that if you need anything....special. See that mask right there to your left?" Ayden points to it "That's what's going to let the doctor have full access of you. And, I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do. You'll be getting a chip deep inside of your ass, which will let us track you if you get kidnapped by the Lycans. They will never find it. With that, I will be by your side when you wake up, okay. I love you. Little bro."
Damien said," I love you too. Will the chip hurt?"
"For about a few hours after you wake up, yes it will."
"Okay, I will see you soon, BB." With that, the mask was on, and the strange black smoke filled his eyes, and he was gone from all feelings, light, and sounds.
To be continued...
Well, Sorry for the short story, however that was all I could do for now. I've been debating whether or not I should send it to Nifty, and I have decided I would. If you wish to contact me, then just e-mail me at GothicResentment@aol.com
Enjoy the next chapter. Feedback is welcome. And, I will continue writing IF and only if I get feedback. Okay...I will probably keep writing anyway. But feedback is welcome.