Something in the Dark

~Prologue~

   So this is Me and PlusSizeBarbie's first time writing a collaboration. I really hope you like it.



  It was midnight in the small town just outside of Texas. Almost everyone was home with their families, for school had just let out for the holidays. The town was peaceful as usual except for the young man who was yelling in an alley behind an old abandoned warehouse. The young man has just gotten home from college and he is there to look for the father who walked out on him before he was born.

     As for the yelling, if you were to walk upon this scene you would probably think that this man was insane for yelling at a wall and run for your car. To this young man in particular, he was not yelling at a wall at all. Alexander Mason was yelling at the strange man who has always followed him since his childhood.

     The strange man looked just like the Alexander except the strange man had crimson eyes, opposed to the young man’s sky blue orbs. The strange man talked and walked just like the Alexander. He had the same accent and he walked with the same confidence and arrogant finesse that Alexander walked with.

     Alexander was only six years old when he first saw him. It was shortly after the boy found his mother stabbed one hundred seventy-two times. The strange little boy who looked exactly like him stood over his mother’s body with the bloody knife in his hand. Young Alex stared at him in terror, completely paralyzed be fear. He couldn’t even fathom what he was seeing.

   He saw himself. The long, shaggy brown hair, the big blue eyes, the short, lean body structure, the same nose, everything was exactly alike. But only for a second. The little boy with the knife lips turned up into a sinister smile and his eyes darkened and turned until they were a crimson red.

   The boys stared at each other. One in terror and the other in pure happiness. The terrified one saw a glimmer of light and snapped his head immediately in the direction of the mirror on the wall. In the mirror, Alex saw himself and the other boy. Both boys’ left hand was up and clenched. The other boy still held the knife but Alex held nothing. Their bodies were in the same position, hands clutched tightly, but Alex held nothing.

   “What's going on.” Alex asked cautiously.

   “Problem solved.” And with a laugh that has haunted Alex’s dreams ever since, the other boy disappeared.

     Alex could never make sense of that night. His mother had died by a little boy who looked and sounded just like him. When the ambulance showed up, Alex had on the same bloody pajamas that the other boy had been wearing. Alex hand was also clutched tightly around the knife the boy had been holding minutes earlier.

      The other boy had shown up countless times in Alex’s life from that moment on. He only appeared when Alex was mad or seemingly had a problem with someone. The only part Alex could never understand was that no one else ever saw him.

      Now, the young man has shown his face again. Alexander has just gotten out of college and has returned home to locate his father, and his mirror image wants to “help.”

   “I don’t need your help, Ax!” Alex spat.

   “Why not?” Ax was leaned up against the wall of the warehouse with a bored expression spread across his face. He looked completely bored but he never stopped the argument because he loved to harass Alex.

   “You never help. You complicate.” He hissed.

   “You better stop talking to yourself. People are going to think you’re crazy.” He laughed, pointing to the couple who was now hurrying across and then down the street.