Twisted Hopus Story

Let them see you bleed

He scrubbed his own blood off the floor, silently getting to work quickly and noiselessly, ignoring the servants stares as they walked past.

You think they'd show sympathy- having been sliced into a grotesque ragdoll by his own 'father', and forced to work, even wiping his own life up off the floor. But no. They showed nothing.

All they did was walk by, giving him disgusted glares and stare at his stitches, some spat at him, some verbally abused him- he preferred the ones that ignored him completely. At least that was one less insult thrown into his face...

The doorbell rang and silence fell upon the manor. He looked up, startled. Usually Dice would tell him when to make himself invisible, but what could he do now? The doors were already open, some servant having ignored the fact that he was clearly visible, and let the person in.

The man walked in, tall and self- important, a tawny brown suit with a red tie adorning his body, hair slicked back and clean parchment in his hand. His eyes instantly shot to him, and he looked baffled to say the least. Not even his two brothers running down the stairs could break his gaze. He looked down, ruby tears falling from his eyes, dripping to the floor.

The tears came through the hopelessness of it all- he could never go outside. He was forever trapped inside these walls, deemed a freak for eternity. This man just proved that he could never be accepted, and that made the sadness almost overwhelming, so much that he began to choke on the blood that rose in his throat, coughing and crying pathetically on the floor, head down as he tried hopelessly to hide his hideous features from this man.

Not even his two vile brothers stomping down the stairs could avert his eyes; it was only when Dice burst into the room and hauled him away did he finally escape his gaze, He threw Harry into a cupboard at the side of the room, and he stumbled backwards slightly, dusty boxes and hangers not doing anything to help the pain of his fall.

He got up carefully and pressed his ear against the door, listening in distaste as Dice rambled on about him being a 'servant' that had a horrible 'accident' with the kitchen knives. Of course they were such good people, they were keeping him on- nowhere else would take him.

What a lying bastard- his voice ran like poison in his ears, and he felt anger boiling within him.

But then something spiked his interest. A ball. Being held at the palace. He could hear his brother's excitement.

"...required to bring all your sons. I recall you have three, sir?" A smirk worked its way onto his bucked- tooth lips as he waited for Dice's brilliant explanation.

"Ah...yes. Of course. He's out at the moment. He'll come through. Don't worry...unfortunately, I'm going to be away on business, but Mike will be here to escort himself and his brothers. I-It's tomorrow you say? Excellent..." He stared in shock at the door, the only bit of light slither from the cracks in the door, shining on his shocked eyes.

He was going? But...he hadn't been outside in years...

As soon as the door clicked, he stood back as Dice ripped open his own door, digging his nails into the fresh wound on his back as he sucked in a breath to stop himself from screaming.

"Listen here you little miscreant- you're going to this ball, and you're going to show that princess your face. Then you'll see how fucking disgusting you are, and hopefully die from shame of how you look. Now go."

He had hissed every word in his face, snarling and growling every vowel as his mustache twitched, pronouncing every letter with such force that he felt tears in his eyes. But Harry wouldn't cry. He would not cry in front of him. Never. He didn't deserve the satisfaction.

So as he threw him to the ground and he stomped away, Harry pulled himself up, ready to just go and cry until midnight, where he would finally be free to think all the terrible thoughts that were clouding his warped brain.

If only life would be so kind.

His two 'brothers' stepped up to him, their faces leering, diamonds glistening menacingly, eyes shining with malice. One had short cut chestnut hair, large deep brown eyes and a round face. Each of his features were perfect- and yet they didn't seem to work together. From the looks alone you could tell these two were adopted. The taller, older one had natural black hair, but had the smell of peroxide tainting the air around him.

One was smirking but the other looked angry, but when didn't he? Nonetheless both of their looks said their spiteful words and poisonous hate would scorch him soon.

"Ooooh Harry! You g-get to go to the ball!! I-Isn't fun? Huh?" Leered the youngest. He had this weird thing where his voice would constantly twitch and crack. But he didn't mind.

"Yeah Harry- can't wait for everyone to see what a freak you are?!" Said the oldest, both of them shrieking with laughter, his eardrums aching at the rancid sound.

"C'mon Hoppy- tell us what you're going to wear? A suit? Your maid outfit? Or are you just going to STITCH yourself one? HAHAHAHAHA!!" Again their laughter filled the air, and he attempted to get away from their taunts, darting in between them, yet not quite quick enough...

"Ohh no, no, no!! You're not leaving that easily..." Both of their evil smirks had returned, and they seized his skinny arms, dragging him to their room... oh Satan...

They threw open their door to reveal the insides- the color in the room was torture enough. It was black, gold, dark blue and had hints of rosewood red around the room. But if you were to look closely, you could see Harry's blood contributed to most of the red covering the walls.

And at first the boxes at the side seemed innocent yet masculine, but once they were opened by one of the brothers, an array of bloody weapons from knives, to brass knuckles and even daggers were scattered across the floor of the box. His dried blood clinging to the blades in the boxes.

"Now c'mon Harry... let's get you ready for the ball..."