Blood dripped slowly onto the ground, life seeping out as the dank cell began to fill with the metallic scent, the ruby liquid dribbling slowly into the cracks in the hard stone. Lifeless eyes looking up, horrified, staring up at nothing and everything, showing no emotion apart from horror.
Footsteps were heard, slipping down the steep, worn staircase; the lack of banister making the journey that much more dangerous. It was obvious that this place had been specifically designed not to be comfortable.
As his mine of vision made contact with the mess before him, a gasp resounded through the dark room as the man's eyes flittered frantically across the scene, a shaking finding its way to his mouth.
The chains within the cell had been torn out of the wall, small chunks of flesh spattered over them, dark blood coating the rusty shackles. Blood was spreading out across the floor, a layer of red practically coating the whole thing, some sprayed up the wall, some looking horrifying like handprints... he could even see small bits of bloody skin that had torn off against the rough walls.
Then his eyes reached his father, lying on the floor
Well, he supposed it was his father; the only things untouched were his eyes and forehead, the rest of him was a bloody mess. And as he took it all in, he realized- once and for all- that it was Harry.
The stitches covered his body, pulling his ripped and torn flesh and skin together horribly, blood seeping out thickly from each wound. Sewing needle had been slid into his chest; the delicacy in which they had been placed told he had taken his sweet time. A stitched smile spread across his face, the gruesome tears lifting his lips into a smile that contrasted deeply with the state he was in.
He had known something would be wrong as soon as he heard the horrifying whisper that ripped him from his dreams; the horrifying silhouette outlined in the moonlight from his window.
His mind raced as he thought of what to do, scandalous plot filling through as he thought of his safety. After an hour of his gaze locked on his dead father, Mike had decided.
No one was to know. It would only make them panic; besides, he could reside in the Princess' palace at the ball later- he would not let his brothers miss a chance at royalty. He nodded and grabbed the keys that lay strewn in his blood, cringing as the slippery liquid coated his fingers.
They would at least have sanctity for a day before he came... and yet one thing lingered in his troubled mind, nagging at his plots and gnawing at his nerves.
What would happen at midnight?
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Twisted Hopus Story
HorreurA handsome boy, thrown into the darkness by his evil, adoptive parent... but this time he must be kept away. For when the clock strikes twelve, instead of losing his riches and looks, he loses something much more ... his sanity . . .
