Here is where I'll post the first chapter of a book so that you guys can read it! If you're interested in reading the full story and following along with it, you can find it on my second account, __fxrnweh
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DISCLAIMER. IN THIS STORY THERE IS TALK OF SUICIDE, MURDER, ABUSE, DEPRESSION, AND OTHER DARK TOPICS. PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO ANY IF THE ABOVE.
Even though this is the first chapter, Im going to try and post a disclaimer at the top of every chapter, I know these things can trigger people, so I want to keep you all safe.
I also ask that you be kind if you find any spelling mistakes, I have an app I write on that lets me actually write it all out then convert it to text. If you spot a mistake please let me know so I can fix it.
Thank you.
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The cries of an ambulance echoed throughout the quiet streets as a few of them raced to pick up a group of teens that had just been attacked by an unknown monster of pure nightmares. Their wounds bled as they screamed and muttered to a few police officers about their experience in the forest that night. The officers took notes, not fully believing what they were being told.
The gates to the forest were still, the forest behind it dead silent. Though, hidden behind the trees was a tall boy with raven hair and cold silver eyes. He stood behind a tree, watching the group. "Tch. Decisions." He spoke quietly as he tightened his grip on his machete as well as a chain that was coiled around his free hand. The boy wondered if it was worth hunting them darn and finishing the monster's work.
After about a half-hour, the mortals packed up and left, leaving the tallboy alone. Supposedly, of course. The revenant waited around for a few minutes before turning and making his way down a ruined path. He chuckled to himself, "Joey, I know you won't come near me, but finish the job next time." He listened to the leaves crunch beneath his feet, spacing out before finding himself in front of a Rundown and structurally unstable mansion. The building was silent, not even the creaks of the mansion settling could be heard. It seemed as if there hadn't been living there in hundreds of years. After a moment, one of the dark wooden doors slowly pulled itself open with a loud and ear-piercing creak.
The ravenette walked up the steps slowly. He would make his weapon disappear in a cloud of ash while his chain recoiled itself back into his arms. "Hm." The boy knew he was powerful, but even this mansion could cause serious damage to him if it Collapsed, so he cautiously pushed the door open and took a few steps inside.
The door suddenly slammed shut, locking the boy in. He turned and tried to open it, to no avail. "Damn it, Term!" He cursed at himself.
After a few moments, he turned and looked at the large room. Opposite the door was a large and grand staircase that formed a "T". On the landing stood a small girl that looked to be about 9- 13 years old. Her body was scared and covered in bruises. Her hair was brown and messy, though it was tied up into a bun to keep the mess contained. The girl tilted her head and stared at Term with inky black eyes, her off-white dress hung loosely from her frame. She stared down at the taller boy. "Hello stranger! Care to play a game?" She giggled and rocked back and forth from her heels to her toes.
Term took a look at the small girl, studying her through his mask. He looked into her blackened eyes and was overcome with a feeling he couldn't describe, but it certainly wasn't good. He wanted to leave, but something in him wouldn't allow him to. So Term accepted. "What game are you looking to play?"
The girl smiled big and brought one of her hands up to tag her lips with a finger. "how about..." she paused for a moment, "Hide-and-seek!" She giggled and looked down at the boy, "that should be easy enough for you!"
Term raised an eyebrow at the girl, she seemed harmless but something was still raising red flags inside of him, "sure. Who's hiding first?" He looked around while remaining still, taking in the rundown of the mansion.
"Oh, oh, oh! I'd like to hide first! Please!" The girl smiled more.
"Go ahead. I'll count to ten." Term closed his eyes behind the mask, he had never let his guard down this quickly for someone before, "one, two, three..." He began to count slowly.
The small girl immediately ran up the stairs to hide in a room, her sweet smile turning into a wicked grin as black tears fell from her big black eyes.
"Eight, Nine, Ten. Here I come!" Term called out before taking a few steps into the mansion. He would walk up the stairs and look at the tan wallpaper and chipped paint, something still felt off about this place. What was the little girl doing here still? He would kneel and look under a desk in one of the rooms, finding nothing, he stood back up. "Hm." As he continued to look for the young girl he came across a door that seemed to be more pristine them the rest of the mansion, it was large and untouched. The Revenant reached out and grabbed the handle.
The girl gasped, more of the lack tears cascading down her face as something took control of her. She picked up an antique decorative knife that was sat on its display stand on a bookshelf, then then hurried and appeared behind the tallboy and slashed at him. Catching his neck. "Don't go in there! No one is allowed!" she shouted.
Term winced in pain as the knife met his skin, he would wince and feel the blood drip down his neck. He normally would become enraged, but once again he felt calm, "alright, Understood," He then noticed her face, the black tears specifically. Term then realized this girl was far from human. "Did I ruin the game?"
She narrowed her eyes, the girl was far from a good mood. "Do over. I count," she then smiled the same wicked and twisted grin as before as she whispered. "run."
Term felt coldness engulf his body, and for the first time since his reincarnation, he was the mouse. However Term did run, he would run down the hall and around a corner, "why can't I just fight her?" He asked himself. He then found another room and dove into it before shutting it. Term then stood quietly in the darkest corner.
The young girl hummed a nursery rhyme as she "looked" for the intruder because she knew where Term was, isn't that always the case in these scenarios? The soft pats of her bare feet against the wood could be heard as she approached the boys hiding place. As she grew closer, doors suddenly started to slam open and shut suddenly, and her voice became more and more distorted. Next was the shadows on the walls; they changed to become the shadows of horrifying beasts that came from the girls' imagination. Papers and letters started to fly around Terms room as she passed, though one of them caught the boy's eye, it was stuck to the desk with a knife.
Term would move from his corner and cautiously to the letter, opening it while using his chain as a sort of brass knuckle in case danger presented itself, "what the hell is she?" The boy then looked at the letter and began to read.
The letter was one of warning, telling whenever was reading to get out of the mansion, but it was cut off abruptly by the end.
Term tightened his chain and allowed the letter to fall to the floor as he waited patiently to be found, getting himself into a stance, ready to take on whatever would walk through the door. Though the doors shut, and all was silent.
