Blood and Fame

Chapter 1

*This will be the first part in our developing story. In this chapter, be prepared for anything and don’t say I didn’t warn you. This just introduces our main characters. Every chapter from here on out will be telling part of one of the main characters stories. Feel free to leave suggestions for the next part and be sure to vote if you enjoyed.

 

Just past the decrepit maintenance building, sprawled a darkened shelter on the outskirts of Seattle. It had been long forgotten in the loathsome years of misuse, defacement, and constant pummeling storms. The place seemed to be a perfect fit.Nobody would bother him here. After years of searching for a place to play out his dark fantasies, he finally found it.

“So what do you think of the house?” the realtor asked casually.

For a long moment, he studied the face of the small house, taking in the broken windows and the stained ashen-gray brick. His dark turquoise eyes surveyed every nook and cranny of the exterior surface of the house. He was a large man, not morbidly obese, but not stick thin either. His face was aged, but there was no evidence of a single laugh line. His short, curly blonde hair waved slowly in the breeze as he examined what he knew to be his new home.

“I can see you need more time to consider the offer, would you like to see the inside first?”

The woman was anxious. Taking out her key, she fit it into the lock of the faded steel door. The musty smell of mold and rat pellets flushed outside as she opened the heavy door.

“I apologize for the smell. This property hasn’t been used for quite awhile.” she chittered nervously.

In his mind, the smell was the best part of the house. It was almost like he was back home in Chicago with his little girl again. He closed his eyes, blocking out the painful memory. He couldn’t think about that right now, not when he was so close to relief. His eyes opened suddenly, his gaze snapping to the realtor. He took in her layers of rolls under her tight uniform. She was a heavy woman with dark brunette curls framing her pudgy face. His thoughts shifted to her throat. His fingers twitched, craving to crush the life out of her with his catch pole. He kept it in his truck for his new job at the Seattle Animal Control Center.  It was the exact one his daughter had asphyxiated  herself with, just a few months before.

“Are you okay Mr. Hausler? Do you need to step outside?”

A single tear welled in his eyes but he shook his head, quickly regaining his composure.

“Just Nate, only my friend’s call me Mr. Hausler.” his shaken laughter seemed forced as he made the joke. The realtor left him inside to look around, gagging as she stepped out behind the building escaping the overpowering smell. Nate strolled around the house, breathing it all in through his nose.

The only furniture in the house was a broken chair in what would be the living room. The concrete floors were cold and somewhat inviting. Something about the cracked stone and the dust coating it made it seem particularly interesting. Spider webs were in almost every corner of the house and the walls would have to be painted a darker shade. His experience was lucid, like a walking into a dream in a dark sky. The two bedrooms on the first floor were also covered in the hypnotic dust. A cracked hatch in the rat infested first bedroom lead Nate into a basement with a single square room lit by a bare bulb. There were no windows in the basement, the darkness raped the corners of the room, grinning mischievously at him.