Farrow house outdid it's own reputation daily.
As did it's occupants. Adam, could always be angrier. Zero could fade again with an incredible quietness unique to him.
Kasper, unlike them all, could die again and again and again in his head and always wake to another breath. One more than he thought he had in him.
Always outdoing, always undoing.
Again and again and again.
There weren't many kids who would ever want to hang out with anyone from the Farrow House, or parents that would let them for fear that they might catch some communicable disease; or a lesser demonic entity ferry their souls away in exchange for something as cold and unfeeling as the pack of creatures mocking a family that took shelter in the rot.
Now that would be torment. Kasper thought of himself as fairly clean in comparison to the rest of its occupants. He didn't have demons, at least, the kind that could do real harm. His were the quiet, malignant sort. That's all there was when it came to things not meant to exist.
Blood dribbled from his nose.
The cold quickly snapped up the warmth brought on by his pounding heart.
Run. Rabbit, run.
His ear rang into a quiet nothing on one side of his head. One of his eyes had clouded red.
Blood made everything glow in impossible ways.
It did so now.
I hate you.
Kasper's bike pitched beneath him. Left, right, and right again. Eating up the distance. Tears stung at the cut on his cheek.
I hate you.
Faster.
Go.
Go.
Go.
His lungs pulled at the air and his fingers froze against the metal they held. The biting wind blew through his clothes and his body pitched like a sail in a storm. He could see the lighthouse.
Save me.
Sanctuary.
Turning over, he threw down his bike, and banged on the garage door as hard as he could.
Everyone only ever wanted to help, but they always made things worse, their advice often left cuts done deeper than Adam ever could manage alone.
His eyes shifted down the street and he leaned into the siding. "Zak-" He muttered. "Come on." His senseless pounding slowed. His head was sailing into a booming racket.
Moments later the side door threw itself open and out Zak rushed.
"Who's there!" He shouted. Doing his best to sound much larger than he really was.
Kasper watched him and for a moment, he felt himself shrinking. I can't involve him. Seeing Zak standing outside in nothing but boxers, clutching an old crowbar did little in the way of spark confidence he'd be able to do anything to help.
Zak spun about pointing the rusty bar out into the dark with a lit blunt clinging desperately between his teeth. "Kas?!?"
Kasper slunk back and away from the light that crawled out of the doorway.
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The Eden Projects (FINAL EDITING)
Action"This story has no hero." Set in the distant future, where the government has been overthrown, and a new world power has risen, known only by the Moniker "ARK Corporation." We follow Kasper as he fights to survive in a nightmare where wrong is made...
