Silhouettes

Chapter 5 - Run In

Roxas scowled as he got up the next morning. He flung his feet of the bed and stomped across the hall holding Sora’s crutches.

He slammed open the door to see his older brother asleep under the covers. It was incredibly cold in his room.

This made Roxas glad that he had the heated room. He threw the crutches down onto the floor and shouted angrily.

“Sora, you dick, you stole my Ipod!”

Sora startled awake glancing at his brother with bleary eyes, “Wha- Oh Roxas piss off you-…”

Roxas scowled again, stomped to Sora’s bedside table, snatched the Ipod off it, and sneered, “If you ever come into my room again, I will fuck kill you.”

He left the room and Sora mumbled into the blankets, pleasuring in the warmth and comfort of his bed. Then the memories of the night before hit him in a rush and he bolted up.

He swayed slightly fighting the vertigo and all the voices and the deep fear resided back in him flared up again.

Silhouettes

Danger

Murder

He threw the covers off when he heard Roxas slam his door shut and saw his feet.

They were still blue; the scarred welts were a vivid electric blue.

He wiggled his toes and jumped off the bed to run to the box in the corner and pull out a pair of socks.

As he, spun back around he saw the bandages on the floor and cursed.

Fuck, what was he going to do?

Roxas swore to himself as he sat his Ipod back on the docking station. The screen blared to life and he looked back to the door when he heard a thump from his brother’s room.

That dick, Roxas hated his brother so much.

Sometimes he would wish he would die.

Roxas felt a hot breath down his neck again and stood straight counting to ten. He had enough of this freaky shit. He closed his eyes, slowly counted then turned around opening his eyes and he walked to the door and pulled it back open. Sora was there leaning on a crutch.

He looked worried and he held out his hand, “Roxas, can you talk to me a minute, I really need to tell you something.” Roxas pulled his hand away, “I don’t want to talk to you, you thieving bastard.”

He sidestepped Sora who huffed out in impatience.

Sora tried to grab his brother but as he sidestepped him, Sora caught sight of inside of Roxas’ room. The blinds were open and the light streamed in. He gasped out in fright when he suddenly saw a man standing in there.

Like the one last night, the Silhouette was clad in a long black cloak and had the dark mist hanging around him.

His hair was a bright vivid red that spiked out in all directions, giving him a menacing look. His eyes were black holes, empty. His mouth was turned up in a snarl with fangs to boot.

Sora fell backwards with a yelp, he fell back so fast the he let go of his crutch prop and he fell heavily onto his back scrambling up trying to regain the wind that was knocked out of him.

Roxas’ eyes popped wide with surprise then spat, “What the hell is the matter with you, you freak?”

The blonde eyes him off wearily then stepped over to help him up Sora saw right away that Roxas crossed over the boundary and the Silhouette snarled in response. His black holes widened and his red hair bristled dangerously.