Chet
"You're hurting me," he whimpered. His nails dug deeper into Chet's wounds, watching the crimson red pour out of them. Chet looked at him with tears in his eyes. He didn't know why Jon was doing this to him.
"I'm not hurting you, Chester. I'm helping you," Jon answered him with a smile on his twisted features.
"Now tell me, where is Nora!?" Jon asked again, frustration dripping from his words. His smile fell and his lips turned into an angry frown. Chet whimpered again, and he shook his head.
"Answer me!" Jon yelled, his voice echoing throughout the empty house. Mrs. Davies had gone to the store, and Jon took the opportunity to torture her son. He looked at Chet, and Chet could've sworn he saw a hint of sympathy in his eyes; as if he was forced to do such horrible thing.
"I swear on my life, Jon. I do not know," Chet muttered, his voice barely a whisper. Jon pursed his lips and let go of Chet's arm, releasing all pressure off his wounds. He let out a scream as blood started to pour out of them. He looked down at them, trying to stop the bleeding. When he looked up, Jon was gone.
Chet sunk into the red water of his bathtub, submerging his arm. He wanted the pain to subside, but it just got worse. Chet held back tears, biting down on his lip, feeling another scream bubble up in his throat. He closed his eyes, his whole body shaking in a pathetic sob. His mind drifted off into a deep slumber; his shoulders relaxed and his head, slung back, threatened to hit the ground.
When he woke up again, it was dark outside. A cloud of fog had settled over the night sky, the moon barely visible through it. Without thinking, Chet pushed himself out of the bathtub, his wound stinging. Putting on clean clothes, Chet jumped out of the window, landing on his feet.
He dragged his body through the empty streets of his isolated town involuntarily. He couldn't stop his body from going where it was going, wherever the hell that was. Chet was confused, and every time he tried to stop, his feet kept moving forward.
His legs finally stopped. Chet looked around, taking in his surroundings. The rotten smell of the alleyway mixed perfectly with the metallic aroma of blood on his unclean body. The walls looked like they could tumble down any minute now, and the garbage scattered around helped complete this perfect picture.
Anyone would've felt like gagging if they were here, but not Chet. It wasn't any different than his father's house. His eyes landed on a huge door, that seemed to be open halfway. Chet walked towards it and listened closely.
"Pray," a man said.
"No," a female croaked out in reply. It sounded very familiar to Chet, and the only female he knew was Nora.
"I said, pray!"
"F-forgive me, Father, for I have s-sinned," the familiar voice said. Chet ran his digits through the mop of blonde and red on his head, his heart picking up speed. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to slow down his heart.
"Now, pray for him to come," the man said in a hushed voice. Chet quickly opened his eyes, listening carefully to the words that were coming.
"Chester, I know you're listening. Please save me," she said. Chet was certain it was Nora now. Her voice cracked while she said those words, but Chet heard the fakery in it. She was trying to fool whoever had her in custody. But she was his best friend, and he needed to save her.
Chet stormed into the place. It was lit by a dim light, and in the middle, sat Nora. Fire surrounded her, illuminating the place in the oddest fashion. Four guys stood over her head, a curly haired one leaning towards her. His eyes made contact with the tallest of the group, and he tapped Mr. Curly Hair's shoulder.
"Thae, he's here," the tall one said to 'Thae'. Thae turned around, and a smile broke out on his face.
"Chester..." he whispered, walking closer to Chet.
"Stay away," Chet managed to speak, dodging the boy and running past him, towards Nora. His feet were suddenly off the ground, and he turned to look at the tallest of the group. He flung Chet towards the wall, knocking the air out of him. Chet, being the fragile boy he was, fell to the ground, unconscious.
When his eyes opened up again, he saw the group of four walking around. They were in a whole different place. It looked like a studio apartment, one with paintings on the wall, and couches in every corner. He turned to look for Nora, but she wasn't there. Either they set her free, or she escaped.
He could see them clearly now. The curly haired one, Thae, had bluer eyes than his. He brushed his curls out of his face, and Chet noticed the deep scar on his forehead. He turned to the guy next to him. He wore glasses and sat there, with his lips set in a straight line. He typed away at his computer, and when he stood up, Chet realized he was taller than the other three. Chet immediately remembered who he was.
The third one laid on a couch in the west section of the apartment, reading a book. He had broad shoulders and tan skin, inked with weird looking tattoos. But there was something wrong about him. As he moved to his side, his shirt lifted up, and Chet noticed the marking on his stomach. It looked as if it was carved there. Dry blood outlined the shape, but the boy didn't seem to be effected by it.
The fourth one looked much younger than the rest. He placed a cigarette between his plum lips, taking a drag from it. As he drew his head back to blow out the smoke, Chet focused his eyes on the three cuts that covered his neck.
Terrified, Chet pushed himself up. "Where the hell am I!?"
Thae turned to look at him, and a laugh escaped his lips. "Don't worry man, you're safe."
"Who are you, and what do you want from me?" Chet asked, and all their eyes averted towards him. Every single one of them smiled at him, and stood up, walking towards Thae.
"I'm Thaedon, but you can call me Thae," he started, then pointed at the tall one, "he's James, the one with the tattoos is Shaun," Chet looked at Shaun, then back at Thae, then his eyes fell on the younger one.
"And he's Xabier; Xabi if you find it hard to say his full name," Thae continued, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. Chet shook his head.
"I don't care, just tell me what the hell you guys are. I mean, last night, the t-tall one, James? He threw me against the wall without even moving a finger. What are you!?" Chet screamed, tears streaming down his face.
"We're angels," said Xabi in broken English, his accent seemingly Spanish, "and you're one of us."
Ugh omg I know I updated a couple of days ago but I couldn't stop myself. I like this chapter lol. Anyways, tell me what you think in the comments. Sorry for any grammar mistakes, I'll edit soon c:
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ParanormalChester Davies wasn't normal. At the age of seven, his mother sent him to a mental hospital. Her reason? He killed things. It started out with a little bird he owned, then a cat, then a dog. His mother put an end to it, before he got anywhere near h...