But We Live in Dark Places

Chapter One

Skipping straight to chapter one, no need for a prologue.
#independentchapterone  #dontneednoprologue

Alright, I'll stop now.

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It was two in the morning when the shaking began. It was merely a minute later that the screams of terror registered within the tired mind of young July LeVane.

His nearly-perfect head of bleach blonde hair shot up at the sound of his mother's shriek. His room was empty - almost too empty. The young brunette servant boy didn't sit on the chair near he door as he always did and the large, automated fire on the left wall didn't crackle as loudly as normal.

It took a moment for July's eyes to adjust to the darkness. The curtains were still drawn over the window that took up the whole wall, so the young male took it upon himself to merely push the covers off of his legs.

"Mayfield!" he called out to the young boy that had seemingly escaped his position. "Mayfield, come here and open my curtains!"

July waited rather impatiently for a few minutes before trying again. "Mayfield, if you do not come back I will see to it personally that you are thrown out!" He didn't think twice about what he had said, though something inside him was sure that he wasn't exactly one hundred percent confident in his words.

After another minute, he heard something. Yet, it wasn't what he wanted. It wasn't Mayfield's sweet-toned voice and it most definitely wasn't what he expected.

It was another shriek - another from his mother along with harder shaking. The whole house seemed to move, and yet he couldn't figure out why.

The blonde's hands held the comforter close to himself in a vice-like grip. His brows furrowed as his whole body tensed up. The shaking didn't stop this time, it only lessened a bit.

"M-Mayfield!" July stuttered, his soft violet eyes darting around the room. "A-anybody?"

As another scream echoed through the house, July had had enough. He darted out of the bed, leaving the comforter tangled at his feet. He tripped and hit the ground with enough force to possibly cause a bruise later on. He muttered out a string of rather colorful words before he untangled himself from the blue fabric and made a beeline for the door.

The door handle felt cold in his hands - unnaturally cold. The second July touched it, his hand darted back. A faded dark blue mark slowly covered the place his hand had touched and he stared in disgust.

"What in the world...?" he muttered softly, shaking his head. His eyes trailed over to the door handle, and they rested there for a few seconds. The youngest LeVane took a deep breath before he turned the door handle with a swiftness that could've seemed faster than light.

As the door swung open, he was met with even more darkness. The whole house continued to shake as the boy stepped into the metal-walled hallway. With every step, the shaking seemed to become worse. He made a futile attempt to ignore it as his pace quickened.

No one was around the hallway and not a soul was in the dining room. Nobody was in the kitchen, the sitting room, nor the library.

July began to worry as he came closer to the large doors that signified his parents' room. He stopped a few feet in front of the door, his eyes wide as another scream emitted. This time, though, it wasn't his mother's.

It was his father's.

"Gamilla!" the man's fear-filled voice rang in July's ears. "Gamilla! Gamilla!"

July's breath hitched at his mother's name. He didn't know how to react, how to respond.

"Gamil-"

July, after a moment's thought, burst through the door. The handles were equally as cold as his own, if not more. The faded blue mark reached across his arms and it burned albeit not painfully enough to distract him from the situation ahead.

As the shock faded away and he was really able to focus his eyes, he noticed that neither his mother nor his father could be found in the room. The only thing that really caught his eye was the enormous, gaping hole in their wall.

Debris was scattered around the entire room and glass shards were stuck in the walls. The posts of his parent's bed were in pieces, small and sharp. The blanket was ripped into shreds and their furniture was nowhere in the state it was last time he checked.

July stood silently, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. "M-mother?" he whispered, but it fell on deaf ears. "F-father?"

He waited moments for a response, just as he had done for Mayfield. And yet, the outcome was just the same. No response at all.

The shaking began to become worse. The last of the upright furniture in the room fell over, contents spilling out like a pail of water. A huge, shadowy figure appeared in the hole. It was ugly, grotesque even.

A large mouth with saliva dripping from every possible crevice smirked evilly at him. Rows upon rows upon rows of sharp, yellow teeth glinted in the night. The creature had a large, pointed nose with two triangular nostrils that continued to flare. July could see no eyes, though he didn't have much time to really fully study it as a loud, bloodcurdling scream escaped from his mouth.

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t h e  e n d

of chapter one :D

I hope you enjoyed, because I had a lot of fun writing this! <3

Thankss you

- Ava