And The sky was all violet......
Andrew was humming to himself again. He had been for the past hour and a half, he was in the basement of the cabin charles Grady had brought him to almost two weeks ago now. A week had past between the time Charles had forced Andrew to kill Micha, and the night Andrew had almost escaped from his hellish nightmare come to life. It was now February 9th the night Charles had brought Andrew down into the basement. He was certain he was about to be slaughtered and sacrificed to whatever, demonic beast Charles served. Aiden please no don't! Andrew had screamed as Charles had drug him through the kitchen of the cabin. On the night he had attempted to escape charles had stopped and looked at Andrew. With the eyes of a wild animal, don't call me that fucking name again! Andrew my names is Charles Edward Grady. Do you understand me? Yes Andrew stammered, Charles turned back and started dragging Andrew again by the arm Andrew was half standing half crawling along. He was astound by the strength Charles had, he had heard psychotic people had above average strength but he never knew how much above average they were until now! Charles slammed the door to the cellar open and began to drag Andrew down the stairs. Andrew screamed and tried to hold onto the top steps but Charles just pulled him by the right leg harder. Andrew saw he left claw marks in the wooden steps he felt the wood scrape under his nails and one of the nails on his left hand broke off. He howled out in pain! Shut up you fucking pussy cry baby! Charles hissed or I'll give you something to cry for. Finally they were fully in the basement, Charles let go of Andrews leg and began to walk towards the back of the cellar. Suddenly he stopped and turned back to Andrew who was laying on the floor. he knelt down and grabbed Andrew by the throat, Andrew gasped and began to choke, I swear to God if you as much even try to run again. I will fucking cut one of your feet off if not the whole leg! and the stump won't heal at all down here. Nope not in this dark damp place! You'll die of gangrene, and it'll be painful and slow. Do I make myself clear? Andrew nodded slowly yes; alright then Charles said. Taking his hand off Andrews windpipe Andrew gasped again loudly as his Lung's took in the much needed air. His throat ached and throbbed from the force of Charles hand, he lay back down he heard Charles looking threw boxes in the cellar. But he didn't dare look up to see to his far left he saw Michas poor lifeless body still dangling from the ceiling. He felt an instant surge of disgust and sadness, then he heard rattling of chains. and he saw Charles step back into view Charles was carrying two sets of big bulky chains. Charles, Andrew croaked from his sore swollen throat what are you doing with those? Shut up Charles said. I'm still fucking mad at you. I love you and I try to protect you from things and make you like me and you try to escape! I should really just fucking kill you right now just save myself heartache and trouble. Andrew began to sob, Charles please don't I'm sorry please...... Charles swung the chain down hard and it hit Andrew in the side with a thonking sound. Andrew screamed in pain the whole left side of his body felt like it was crushed! I said shut up and I'm not fucking playing with you Andrew. Charles barked. Now I'm gonna chain you up in here for a little while and maybe when I think you have come around I'll let you out. during that time I'll come talk to you and I'll feed you daily and bathe you. Maybe even fuck you, but you won't be allowed out at all. he reached down and took Andrews hands and put them in two cuffs. He gave Andrew enough slack in the cuffs that they wouldn't cut into his skin. Then he drug Andrew to a different part of the cellar, one that looked like it had been at one time a rumpus room. It had a small cot and a toilet and a sink, and in the wall above the cot were four studded hooks, Charles guided Andrew to the cot and forced him down. He hooked the handcuff chain to one set of the hooks! Then he hooked another cuff to Andrews left ankle. He put that chain into the second hook, now Charles said make yourself at home baby because this is what it will be for awhile Andrew began to cry again. Now if you'll excuse me I have to take care of some business. He walked out of the room and into the open part of the cellar and unhooked Micha from the harness and put him over his shoulder like Micha was a sack of potatoes. For the second time that night, Andrew was in awe of how powerful Charles was. He saw Charles strip Micha of his clothing, then Charles walked to the big fireplace that served as a Crematorium too. Charles turned on the gas and lit a match. The fireplace roared to life! With a sickening horror Andrew knew what Charles was about to do. Oh God no please don't Charles don't burn him Andrew pleaded! Why not you sweet on your little dead boyfriend? Huh baby want me to leave him alone so maybe you can fuck him? No Andrew said its just..... Its just what huh what? The smell Andrew choked out the smell. Charles chuckled oh you little bitch you'll get used to it after awhile anyway I have to do this and when I'm done I'm gonna go move their car. And after that I'm gonna come back here and you and I are gonna play around for a little bit OK kitten? Andrew just sat on his cot and cried. Charles laughed and picked up michas body and drug it to the mouth of the fireplace. And rolled it in head first the fire roared loudly and a black smoke came out. Andrew saw that some of the smoke looked like it went into Charles nose and mouth. Charles made a weird choking sound and then walked away from the fireplace, please Charles Andrew cried out don't leave me down here please don't! Charles didn't say a word he just kept walking. Next time he called out as he was starting to go up the stairs you'll be at the fireplace and he headed up the stairs and closed the door, Andrew was alone with the horrible smell of burning hair and flesh.
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Switch Blade Romance
Terrorin August Andrew met the boy of his dreams. By September his friends started dying. By the end of the month Andrew was fighting for his life, by January he would know the meaning of true terror.