Into The Depth

Prologue

The crying toddler was carried by a hooded woman, that he knew as mom. She ran away from something that the toddler couldn't see, but he knew it was there and it frightened him.

  As the woman ran she tried her best to calm her sobbing child. "Shh Lavi please." She whispered to him as she ran.

  She looked ahead of her to see the building, the orphanage. She had to get him there. She had to get him to safety. She approached the door to the orphanage, stopping. Setting her child gently down. "Laviticus, listen to me, mommy has to go away for a while. The headmaster here will keep you safe, okay baby?" Laviticus nodded looking up at his mother... his frightened and worried mother.

  He had never seen her like this. It scared him even more. He didn't know what to do, he was scared worried for his mother. Where was she going? Why was she leaving him here? Was she abandoning him?

She looked behind her briefly before looking back at her son. Her precious son. She didn't want to leave him. She didn't want to, she really didn't. But there was no other way to keep him safe. Leaving him at this orphanage was the best option. Away from her so she doesn't bring those...things to him.

Laviticus watched his mother reach up and take something off her neck. At first the boy couldn't make out what it was until she put it around his. It was her necklace that his mother never took off, until now.

"Lavi, promise me you will never EVER take off this necklace." She used a firm tone. A tone she normally wouldn't use to him unless he was in trouble or was telling him something serious. This was clearly serious. But he wanted to know where his mother was going and why she was leaving him. "B-"
"Laviticus promise me!" She gripped his shoulders gently, but firmly. He nodded.

That was enough to ease a little of her worries. She knew he couldn't speak that well; promise would be such a big word for a 2 year old. She hugged her only child, that she was about to leave behind. That she was about to leave at an unknown place. That she knew very little about. She hugged her 2 year old, embracing him for the last time before she had to go. She let go over him gently walking off the porch of the orphanage. "I love you very much baby." The young child reaches out to his mom, he tried to follow her but something was stopping him. It was almost like some sort of force field, keeping him from following his mother. He watched helplessly as she ran away something running after her. He started to cry.

  "Young on come inside." He jumped at the sound of the voice behind him, he turned to see a tall man with salt and pepper hair, a well managed beard, and silver eyes. He was holding his hand out for him. Laviticus looked at it before looking back at were he watched his mother disappear, he reaches out and took the strange man's hand, still watching the spot as if she would come back for him.
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  "Is the child settled in now?" The Headmaster asked his helper. She nodded in response. "Yes he is... Is he who you think he is?" There was a long pause before the Headmaster responded. "I cannot be for sure. You know as much as I do right now." A sigh came from the older gentlemen. If this child was really who he thought he was. Then he had to keep him safe no matter what. His mother had called to tell him a little about him, his name, his age, but he wasn't able find out if it was really the prophecy. If, Laviticus was a Crane and he was anything like his father was, the creatures would be coming after him left and right. This would be unacceptable. 

  "If the child is who we think he is, then we need to keep him away from the water and in the force field. Never let him go pass the gates." The Headmaster looked up as his assistant, a serious expression, that kind of expression only crossed his face when he meant what he was saying and he was serious about it.

  "Yes sir. Would you like me to inform the other staff?"
"Yes."
He watched he bow and walk out. The Headmaster turned to the window and stared out it intensely. If the child was water bound, then he would yearn to be with it. To be in the water would be to be out of the field. He was also to young to know about any of this. About any of the creatures, why he couldn't go outside of the field, and he especially cannot know who his father was.

~Years Later~

He stared at his book before him, writing was his passion it was the way he could escape the living nightmares he lived in. He feared everyday of his life wondering what would happen to him with all the monsters and creatures that came after him.

In the end he would have to fight them and succeed at doing so. He would go back and continue is series. He wrote an autobiography about his life and all the crazy things he goes through. He knew very well that not many people believed that his books were an autobiography. The public would have to see it for themselves.

  He glanced at the time and remembered he had an interview for the public. He had to be sat down and had to talk about it books on television. This was going to be a joy. He got up calmly and got changed. Wearing a black turtleneck a scarf and a coat to go over it. He always hated the cold. He also refused to wear a tuxedo. There was no reason to. It was just an interview. Plus they always prevented him from being able to move around and if something were to happen in this said interview he wouldn't be able to get away.

He sighed walking out and away from comforts of his home and into the outside world he hated so much. He always had to watch his back. He always had to watch people around him.

He soon arrived to the television broadcast place. He never cared to get the name of the place, so when he looked up at the name he had to do a double take. In vibrant bold letters the sign read 4.0 Television Broadcastings. Frowning and confused at the 4.0 he walked in anyways.

"Ah! If it isn't Mr. Crane! We thought you'd never show up! What a pleasant surprise!" A mans voice called. He looked to get an intake of this persons persona. A tall skinny male, he looked to be in his late 40s, his salt and pepper hair was gelled back with to much gel, his brown eyes glistened, he wore a white shirt black tie and khakis.

"Mm I'm here...." A simple reply came from him he was nervous. He hated people and was an introvert and here he was about to be broadcasted on television with the whole world to watch.

The response got the man to laugh. He held out his hand to shake. "Mr. Crane, its a great pleasure to finally meet you. My name is John Sherlock." He looked at John's hand before slowly shaking it. He put on a fake smile. "Pleasure to meet you... Thank you for having me." He knew he had to be business like. Even though he wasn't wearing a tuxedo. "Come this way Mr. Smith is ready for us." Mr. Sherlock said.

He followed him into the broadcasting room to see another man wearing a black v-neck shirt and khaki pants, he looked to be 30 35, his blonde hair was clearly bleached, his icy blue eyes were cold not warm like Johns, this man he knew he had to be weary of. Something wasn't right with him.

"Hello there! Mr. Crane please take a seat!" Mr. Smith said. They all sat around this table. The camera crew readied the cameras. "And rolling. " One of the said.
"Hello everyone and welcome to the talk show! This is what you all have been waiting for! Here with us is the author himself of 'Into The Depth' an autobiography that's got us all questioning our existence and if it's all true! Welcome Laviticus Crane!"

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A/N: this is it it's finally here! Ah man it took me so long lol. I hope you like my knew story "Into The Depths".