Evolution (Completed) ✔

11: Red

The next morning Miles shot awake to the sound of an ear splitting roar; following it,splintering wood. He rolled out of bed, his knees shaking under his weight as he moved into the hallway. Wooden legs of chairs and tables groaned across the floor, the person screamed once more.  

Miles fell into the hallway and the light from the window blinded him. He shouted and covered his eyes but before he knew what was happening, a wooden chair smacked him in the gut,

" At least wait till I can see!" He shouted at the attacker.

He shoved the chair off of him and on to the ground, someone grabbed his arm and pulled him from the light. The person fell, Miles tripped over them and landed flat on his back. The air rushed out of his lungs and he gasped for breath.

" My dad's gone."

In the faint glare Miles could make out the corpulent mass that was Tyrell, his chest heaving up and down.

Using the little air in his lungs, Miles coughed, then drew in a long breath.

" You've been knocked out for a day." He said.

Tyrell's eyes were still as he stared at the ceiling,

" He's gone." He whispered.

Miles patted his friend on the shoulder, realizing just how terrible he looked. A purple bruise cast a shadow over the side of his face and as he lay on the floor his limbs were strewn at odd angles. Around them the chairs were scattered all over the floor, one lay broken at the base of a cracked wall.

" I know someone who might be able to find him." Miles bit back the guilty feeling that crawled up his throat.

Tyrell raised his eyebrow and Miles nodded reassuringly. The morning light caught the wind chimes on the porch and their shadow swayed on the wall. Miles' gut throbbed, out of the corner of his eye his friend's chest heaved up once, slowly releasing all the air. Every time he sighed, the light left his eyes.

" Want to know something funny?" Miles chuckled.

" What?" Tyrell didn't look at him.

" I had another nightmare about Spook's forest a few days ago."

Tyrell scoffed,

" Jeez you said you stopped having those when you were ten."

" I lied."

the two broke into laughter. Miles laughed so hard the blood rushed to his face and he began to cough. His back bounced up and down off the floor as he covered his mouth with his inner elbow.

Without any preface of footsteps the basement door swung open and out stepped Ben. He stared at the two boys on the floor,

" Isn't it a little early for a wrestling match, or is this normal around here?"

He stood with his weight on one leg and a hand on his hip, but that's not what Miles was looking at. He choked on a laugh, strapped to Ben's forehead was a pink night mask.

Tyrell's eyes widened, " Who the hell is that Miles?"

Still staring at the fluffy, carpet looking thing, he replied, " Our only hope of getting out of this dump."

Ben smirked a little bit, walking around the boys and sitting on a chair that wasn't broken. Miles strained his ears, Tyrell caught the sound as well. Another figure emerged from the basement; the stocky, scruffy faced boy Aidyn had resurrected the day prior. Under the bandages and bruises the boy was recovering. His left leg sort f dragged behind him and he held on the wall as he walked, but he was still standing.