Broken Beauty

In The Dark

I'm not sure how good this will be but I really want to get to 100 followers and I'm struggling but hey what can a writer do... Write. So I hope you like what I've come up with.

The dungeon door scraped across the floor as it was shoved open. The sound of claws on brick scratched at Johns ears as he looked up from his corner of his cell. A large creature stood before the cell next to Johns.

The moonlight from the large bullet shaped window cast a little light on the being. John could see the hair that covered it's body, from the top of it's thick mane all the down it's naked torso and under it's loose kneepants, to poke back out at it's knees and travel down to it's pawed feet. He couldn't see its face because of the shadows casted onto it. It had a red cape dropped over it's right shoulder that almost met the floor.

John watched in silence as the brown furred creature pulled open the cell and tossed something heavy sounding into. John watched as the thing rolled once. John saw a hand and realized it was a human wrapped in the cape. John felt a chill run down his spine and looked back to where the creature had been. It was no longer there.

John sighed in relief and looked back towards the door to find a set of glowing amber eyes looking back into his. He could feel his fear finally setting in the pit of his empty stomach. He blinked and the creature was gone. He blew out a breath he knew he had been holding when he was alone again. Well not really alone, it was him and the body.

At first glance it was just a heap but his eyes caught on the deep red fabric of the cape. It can't be, just the moonlight playing tricks on me. He turns his body more away from the body. But he can't help but look over at it.

He doesn't know how long he had been staring but the limbs hidden by the cloak began to move. The face is still hidden. A groan came from the general direction. The person moved to a sitting position against the wall not yet noticing John.

The person pushed the cape away from their head revealing the face of a pale boy with fluffy brown hair. His pale, fluffy brown haired boy. John felt relief at the sight.

"St-" he rasped his voice almost gone because of the coldness of the dungeon. He coughed dryly and tried again "Stiles" it comes out as a whisper. His eyes are feeling little heavy but he can hear the shuffling of fabric and the worried call of his son.

"Da-Dad! Oh God." Stiles crawls over to his dad holding him through the bars of the dungeon cell. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you? Where are we? Are they going to-"

"Stiles calm down boy" John coughs harshly into his hand "I'm fine. We are fine. I'm not sure where we are but I promise you-" He falls into another coughing fit midsentence. Stiles attempts to calm his dad even though he is eternally frightened and shaken himself. John finally calms down "we will be fine my son, I swear it" he hugs his son through the bars.

I know it's not much but I needed to make an update. I hope you like it. I'm already starting the next chapter.

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