The Hidden Faces

Prolouge

The red haired lady wheeled her way home, past a boarded up building. Just as she passed it, she heard a muffled groan coming from inside. The lady turned her wheelchair around, back towards the door. Again, she heard the groan. The lady reached out her hand to try the door, and to her surprise, it opened. She called out into the musty darkness. Another groan met her ears as a reply. She wheeled herself in and out of different rooms, looking under furniture and in dark corners. She finally came to a plastic table in the middle of a hallway, underneath lay the source of the groans. There lay a child crumpled into a ball.

“Have you come to help me?” He asked in a raspy voice, his head still buried in his knees. The woman nodded and reached out her hand. The boy suddenly jerked his head up so the woman could see his face clearly. The boy’s face was horrifying. So distorted you couldn’t tell if he was smirking, or frowning. The woman jerked her hand back.

“You don’t want to help me!” The boy shouted at her. She wheeled backwards. “You think I’m a freak!” The woman wheeled backwards quicker now, but the boy scooted along after her.

“You don’t know what happens to those who refuse to help me?” He asked her, in his same raspy voice. The woman wheeled backwards as fast as she could, but the boy caught up with her no matter how fast she went. The boy finally jumped up on her and pinned her to the ground, causing her to fall out of her wheelchair. The boy smirked with his distorted face,

“If only you wanted to help me.”