Tommy

Chapter 1- Wake up, They're gone.

"Raven...." quickly I gasped awake from the horrific dream that had tried to clutch its grasp onto me. Trying to keep me in the unforgiving madness of the dream world.
This dream...nightmare, it keeps coming back. I see the same thing each night ever since I moved in with my foster parents, the same nightmare, I never remember who the being or.. well thing was whom kept calling out to me in its icy cold voice, who was calling my name? And why was it nearly impossible to force myself to wake up the nightmare it weld around in?
The thought had quickly called Goosebumps to form my skin, protecting me and my warmth as if a cold hand was sliding its icy fingers slowly along the bumps of my spine, zapping up the heat my bed had provided me.
Now chilled to the bone and desperate to warm up, I placed my trembling hands onto my favourite blue blanket, the one that Gavin, my other father had gave to me when I first moved in.
Instantly I pressed the blanket to my cheek, breathing in the soft sweet scent Gavin had left on my blanket and instantly I felt at peace. He had always knew I was scared, terrified even of thunderstorms, the loud booms of the roaring thunder causing me to tense up to the bone and hide under a table or closet object, crying, and usually he was away a lot so he decided to give me his special childhood blanket, and its helped me ever since, its just kinda apart of me really.. if I lost this blanket, i'd loose apart of myself.

I wrapped the blanket around myself, almost purring when it instantly provided me with the warmth I wanted.
Satisfied, I jumped off of my bed and crawled into my brother's bed, whom was also adopted into the family, I noticed he was awake and staring to the wall, his eyes wide and filled with paralysing fear. This almost causing me to become scared myself but I remember about the soft blue blanket around me and brushed the fear off.
"Henry?" I asked in my tired husky voice, wondering what ever the matter was with him.
He didn't reply, I bit my lip and felt something grasp quickly onto my stomach, I was now concerned. I nudged his shoulder again, repeating what I said previously but in now a more louder and clear voice in hope of clutching his attention, which it did. "Henry.. whats wrong?" I asked him.
Henry slowly rolled his eyes to face me, his pupils shrunken in fear, his skin pale and cold as ice.
"It took dad.." Henry ghastly whispered, his lip quivering as he tried to resist the urge to cry.

Suddenly my stomach dropped, the grim thought of my- our fathers, the one who swore to protect us and provide us has been taken away from the two of us by something unknown to us.. although it could of been a dream, but Henry looked too petrified, he held his bear close to his chest and his knees were tucked in so he was in the shape of a oval.
With gritted teeth I clutched my hand onto the warm blue blanket that was wrapped around me, finding it was no longer providing me with warmth I wanted but instead more comfort that I needed. Clutching it, I slowly looked down to the blanket that was laced with my fingers.
I wanted answers, I demanded answers.

My eyes slowly shifted to Henry whom had turned back to face the wall, using his finger to carve the letter 'T' into the wall, the chunks of plaster and the consistent picking made the area under his fingernail to ooze a thick Crimson liquid
I winched just at the sight and ever so gently took his hand into mine, This causing him to flinch as he had forgotten I was there.
"Henry" I spoke with concern, gently sitting myself off of the bed and tugged my brother along with me so he stood on those pair of twigs he calls legs. Ive always wondered how he was able to move around with such a frail looking body and contain such stamina to run around for several hours, its just hard to believe someone with so little muscle or such a frail body can run great distances, for long periods of time with a acceptable speed.
"Come on.. lets go find our Fathers.." I spoke in a soft tone, trying to ease him out of the bed and slowly out of the room, the timber flooring shrieking underneath our weight with very step we took.
Down the stairs we slowly went, the stairs groaning as he hopped along them until he came to the tilted flooring, I stepped onto the tiles, instantly feeling its freezing temperatures against the base of my foot.
I went to take another step but quickly noticed a piece of shattered glass on the floor by my feet, I quickly brushed the sharp pieces of glass to the side so either of us don't step on them.
As I walked into the kitchen, the kitchen being beside front entrance of the house, I gasped.

The curtains were ripped to shreds and only just hung to to the iron bars with thin threads of string as they dangled in the wind that was coming out of the smashed window beside it.
My eyes scanned the area and found more horrifying evidence that Henry wasn't lying, but telling the truth.
The floor was covered in dried dark blood.
There were signs of struggle with bloody hand prints across the walls and floor, the hand prints smudging as the owner were seemed to be dragged slowly out of the front door, the door even hanging off of its hinges as if it were kicked in.

This didn't seem to be a surprise to Henry and he remained silent by the horrific sight, I felt a warm substance crawl slowly up the inside of my neck and quickly I covered my mouth, gagging at the foul smell the dried blood made, metallic and thick
The smell lingered in my nostrils and caused my eyes to water in disgust, my stomach turned and made me even sicker. Dear god I hope this wasn't one of our father's blood although it seemed to appear that way.

The mere thought caused me to become ill, my stomach to sink low into my bowels, I dreaded the thought of the two possibly being deceased. The ones who had saved us from that wicked orphanage.
".. you saw what happened right?" I asked Henry and he responded with a light silent nod.
"Did they.. um.. go out that door? With the beast?" This time I asked with a little more hesitation, knowing if he were to answer with another nod or a quiet 'yes' that i might break down in front of him, and that wont help his situation anymore since I was always the braver one he'd run to for protection when our father's weren't around. I had to be strong. For him.

Henry looked over to me, the colour coming back to his cheeks which I'm thankful for, he's getting better.
"Yes." He replied
I clutched the blue blanket that was hanging over my shoulders, my teeth piercing into the flesh of my lips.
Instantly my mouth filling with a metallic taste, blood, I must of bit my lip to hard.
Henry also noticed the blood that was now dripping from the lip and I saw his straight expression go back to showing his fear, so quickly I grabbed his hand and pushed out the dread I felt, quickly I charged on with Henry following, dancing around the broken glass and dried blood until I was out of the door, the clear moonlight brighting up my determined expression and his now afraid one.

Henry stood beside me, holding his trembling hand close to his chest as he took a deep inhale.
He puffed out his chest in attempt of looking brave although I could see in his eyes the fright he had to be coming outside into the darkness where the beast who had attacked and taken our father.. or fathers, fled away in.
I knew he was afraid, afraid of the beast possibly popping out with our father's limbs in is mouth, if it has one.. but to comfort Henry and protect him from the cold, I gently wrapped my warm fuzzy blue blanket around him and with instant results, he let out a soft sigh and cuddled up into the warmth of the blanket. our bodies now close to together and particularly moving as one. We charged on into the darkness of the night.