The Beasts Street

Chapter 1: New Beginnings

 It was early in the day and police cars littered the long twisted road. An ambulance sat at the very top of the hill, lights flashing. The street was long and twisted, with about sixty-five houses on each side of the street. At the very top of the street was a dead end hill, an old church was the center of the loop around and right next to it was a large cemetery. Besides the many police talking to the residents a u-haul truck was parked in front of the thirty-seventh house. Many boxes were scattered out on the lawn while a slender boy angrily sat on the steps. A woman sat next to him and smiled sweetly, her face quickly increasing as she did so. In her hand, she had a package of letter stickers.

"Arrow," She said cheerfully, trying to lighten her grandson's mood. "Would you mind doing the mailbox for me?" She asked grabbing his attention. He turned his head and looked at his smiling grandma. He groaned and took the sticker package, "Sure thing, Nana." He mumbled and stood up. He struts past the patchy grass on the cracked pavement opening the package. "Gray." It spelled out, with a three and seven placed next to each other in the top right corner.

Across the street were two men talking. "The suspect was a younger woman, in about her early twenties." Arrow was quite curious himself as to what happened so he decided to stay and listen to the investigators. "And what exactly happened?" The short, stubbier man asked. "Multiple stab wounds in the chest, approximately twelve." The tall man replied. Arrow grimaced at his words. There was a murder in the new neighborhood that he just moved to, how lucky. He walked back to his grandmother, who had made her way back to the truck. "Hey Nana, I think I'm going to visit some of the neighbors." He spoke quickly, turning his head back to the investigators. "Okay, just make sure you're back before dinner." She replied sternly.

Arrow and his grandmother moved around a lot. It was 'for the experience' she would always tell him, whatever that meant to him. Arrow had finally gotten comfortable at his old house with all of his friends. He had hoped that would be the last time they moved, considering that they stayed for three years. On the way to Hartlepool, his grandma promised that it would be the last time while he complained about how frustrating it was to make brand new friends. His appearance was never a problem for him because he was never insecure about it in the first place.

In fact, he took pride in tan skin and ash blonde hair. He had the same hair color as his mother while it was messy like his fathers. He resembled his grandma a lot, they had the same round nose and bright green eyes. They both had a freckle under their right eye but not many people noticed it. Freckles scattered his face as well. At his old house, his friends would tease him about having dirt spots on his face. He was slim, but not too skinny. The one thing he didn't exactly like about himself was his height, he was only about five-six.

He walked across the street to his neighbor's house, climbing up the wooden stairs. He stared at the door, mentally preparing himself. He stared at the blue door for a moment, examining the paint chips. He knocked softly on the door, only to be met face to face with a stressed looking woman. "Hello!" He waved at her, showing off his metal smile. She stared at him and smiled back softly, almost like a mother would. "Hello." She replied back with a grin. Loud screams and shouting came from inside her house. Her smile fell as she groaned and turned back to look into her home. She turned back as Arrow spoke. "I'm Arrow and I just moved in across the street with my grandma." He introduced. Her smile slowly crept back onto her face. "I'm Mira." She replied. The bags under her eyes stood out the louder the shouting got.

She snapped her head back into the house angrily, letting out a loud shout. "Girls!" The yelling died down and everything went silent. She fixed her posture and turned her body, directing her attention to the two girls in the hallway. "Stop arguing." She spoke lowly, letting the words fall out slow to show she was angry. "Come outside and kindly greet our neighbor." Her voice lightened a bit as she turned back to the boy who had been standing at the doorstep awkwardly.