No homo? (Josh x Chris)

~Chapter 1 - Into the Nothing~

~This chapter is told from the third person~

Chris had purchased an economy class train ticket that would take him near the mountain house he so desperately hated to see again. From there he took an Uber. A small women in a grey Chevrolet that drove him all the way towards the driveway of the Washington's manor. He slowly walked up the lightly snowed on drive way that took him directly to the old, boarded up, dilapidated Washington house. But the Washington's hell house wasn't what he was looking for...

Looking up at the manor filled Chris's mind with the horrifying images and sequences of all his friends almost dying, all of them beaten up and damaged badly in some way. He pushed those thoughts out of his brain and left them at the foot of the rotting old manor and continued walking into the forest, following no particular pathway but his own memory.

The snow flakes Continued to fall lightly All around him from the menacing, yet soft light grey clouds and graced natural beauty to all that the flakes had touched. But Chris ignored the beautiful scenes of everything around him. he was determined to rediscover the opening to the mines. But, the mines were not what Chris was truly looking for...

As he descended deeper into the depths of the mines he took out his flashlight with one hand, and with the other, he prepared his lighter and hairspray. Chris knew what monsters could've been infesting the mines and in the empty space all around him. As he went deeper into the ground the temperature got more, and more reasonable as it increased, and Chris could finally begin to feel his finger tips, and nose once again. The cave's pathways branched out often and lead into the darkness of the caverns filling everything it reaches with a blackened void that could've spawned another world of its own if it truly desired. But alas, Chris was not looking for another adventure...

As the snow above the ground landed and absorbed into the Earth below it, the flakes and mounds of snow melted and slid Down the sides of the stalactites filling the great silence of the cave with the satisfying dropping of water that successfully echoed through out the caves. Chris finally came across something that was firmiliure to him, something that stood out among all of the carbon copy caverns of the mines. He heard a sound that finally broke the silence of the drops of water that were plummeting onto the floor, he turned to it and pointed his flashlight at the direction the supernatural noise came from.

He saw blood. Fresh blood. The deep crimson color was spread across the floor and walls and was struggling to cover up the older blood that had already dried into another state of brown and black. Chris's hand with the lighter and hairspray clenched tighter preparing to attack if needed. he began to walk closer to the location of the noise, even though he was mortified of what could happen. But his fear is what helped to propel him forward. Fear, Taunting him on the boarders of what he could and couldn't do. But, being able to conquer his own fears was not what Chris was looking for...

He slowly continued to walked forward. His adrenaline, the only thing forcing him to move forward. he saw a hunched over, dark colored mass making a low toned noise that seemed to resemble a growling dog. It was him, Chris could recognize that blue plaid shirt, dark grey beanie, and short wavy brown hair even if they all were mothered in dirt and the different shades and stages of blood. Chris began to slowly and quietly to tap the slumped over boy on the shoulder. He couldn't believe it. He was going to see his best friend again, after a month alone he had thought the other boy had died down here after being dragged into the dark, seemingly endlessness of the mines that lay all around them. But Chris needed to know, he needed closure. But yet, closure still wasn't what Chris was looking for...

He was so wrapped up in the suspension of the situation and in his own excitement to be able to move or react. The other boy sprang up from his crouching position, turned to face Chris, and began to jump at him in a mad fury, he clawed at the other's arm causing blood to bead up and become a weak flow down his forearm. Before Chris knew it, he dropped everything he was holding and used both hands to push the foul being away in the center of their chest. The brunette stumbled backwards and fell into the spotlight of the flashlight and Chris's glasses dropped from His Face from the force of the push, and just as quickly as they fell, Chris picked them back up again and fixed them to his face. Chris was mortified by what he saw standing idly before him.