Arthur frantically searched for his child inside his house. Fear racked onto his chest weighing down his whole anatomy. All the shadows slid across the walls and cheap, dirty carpet following his very steps. Tiny voices seeped into his ears making him feel insane. He crouched down in front of his son's door squeezing his ears making his nails draw blood. Arthur's clothes and hair were drenched in blood, regret, and tears. Footsteps were quickly walking towards Arthur chuckling. Arthur reached for the door nob and saw a large black hand grab his hand and pulled him towards the wall. The dark figure dragged Arthur off making him scream and thrash until nothing was heard anymore.
Jenna leaned back on the wall and cradled her frail body to herself. Her son laid in the crib sleeping soundly gripping on the green blanket that was wrapped around him. She sobbed silently as she heard her husband mutilated by him. In an abnormally deep voice he yelled,"I'm looking for you Jenna. Don't you remember our deal?" A deep laughter rang through the house making her spine shiver and fear sink deep down. She shook her head and glared at the baby in its cradle. Another loud bang was heard through out the house and Jenna started to cry again. All the big tear droplets drip down chin and neck dampening her shirt collar.
She closed her eyes and ducked her head between her knees keeping her eyes shut. Just then everything seemed to calm down....everything was quiet. Jenna scrunches her eyebrows and opened her eyes looking up, but met a pair of cool black coal eyes. She opened her mouth to scream but was met with a slap of a large thick hand over her mouth. He smiled all the way up to his ears and chuckled menacingly, "wouldn't want our son to cry now would we?" She screamed in his hand and she cried dry tears. "What's wrong?", he asked pretending to look concern but laughed again. Jenna couldn't cry anymore, so she whimpered feeling the hand tighten around her mouth. He bent down and let his smile grow all the way up to his ears and whispered,"see you in hell". Jenna screamed into the hand feeling her body start to crush in his arms. Her blood spilled all over the carpet and all over his body.
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He stood up and took off his bloody grey zip up. He approached the babies crib and wrapped the baby up in the jacket attempting to keep it warm. His feet made its way out the door and out into the cool autumn night. He caressed the babies head and left two marks claiming the baby his son. He continued to stare down at the baby while his dagger-like teeth turned into white pearls and his large black eyes turn into a brilliant green.
He ended up walking downtown following his shadow. He ended up in front of a young woman's door. A young woman who knew him well. He knocked on her door holding the baby close to him. The woman answered the door in her pale green robe and her thin round glasses. Her dark brown eyes widened looking up at him and back down to a baby in his arms. In his unsettling deep voice he said,"Hello Mary". "W-what's this?", Mary asks confused. "It's a baby that I need you to keep", he says holding the baby in front of her. Mary scrunches her eyebrows and hesitantly looked back up into his intoxicating green eyes. "Where did you get him?", she asks taking the baby in her arms delicately so he wouldn't wake up. "That doesn't matter now. All you need to know is he is yours now", he responds running his fingers through his soggy curly hair with a nervous smile plastered on his face. "It does ma-", Mary shrilled. She knitted her eyebrows together and looked up at him. His facial expression read that he was desperate and scared. "Dammit Nikolai", She cursed impatiently. Mary turned to walk back into her house with the baby in her hands. He gently turned Mary back around and kissed her before he walked away into the night.
She feels her heart race in her chest as she walked up the tight staircase and into her room cursing to herself. She knew she wasn't going to see him ever again or at least for a while. Mary closed her eyes as she sat down in her bed holding the baby close to her chest, she felt anxiety crawl all in her. Finally feeling exhausted, Mary laid down with the baby still in her arms whilst murmuring to herself.
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A/N 2017
This may not be the best but nobody is perfect. I enjoy constructive criticism, so if there is something wrong with my story please tell me.
A/N 2020
Hello! I came back to revise but I don't plan on continuing this story. I wrote this before I found out how to properly write. I didn't plan this story out at all. I plan on writing other stuff and hopefully it is ten times better than this. Maybe I will come back to actually create a story line for this story.
