Curtains fluttered with each and every sign of wind. The breeze was cold and laced with the bittersweet smell of decaying fall leaves. Moisture clung to the open double-paneled windows, but the temperature still wasn't cold enough to freeze it. Instead, the small droplets were ice-white and degrees away from forming crystals.
The sharp sound of a seven-year-olds chattering teeth came from within the home. A boy was curled up in bed, wrapped in layers of blankets with a high fever and chills.
The thermometer at his bedside read something over a hundred degrees, so he had placed a cold pack on his forehead. Meanwhile, he was wrapped head to toe to keep out the cold. A paradox of blankets and packets of frozen gels.
It was inevitable that he was heard. Peter's chills were something seen as a cry for help. It was a beckoning call, but he wouldn't bother his aunt, for she had to work her second job early in the AM. He wouldn't bother her over some small headache.
But something entered the room through the cracked double-paneled window. It fished through the screen, but the entity had little patience. Its body weaved through the cracks of the window frame, bypassing rotting flies and collecting dust. It seeped over the ledge, and it slipped through the needle-like cracks as if it were broken glass. The majority of the being maneuvered through the obstacles of crosshatched wiring. Nothing would deter it from the warm body cocooned in blankets.
The being hissed as it climbed over an assortment of action figures. Plastic heroes discarded from a day's play, now covered in the germs of a developing sickness. It climbed the bedpost with ease, yet it was eager; it felt the wool blanket but its warmth was deeper. Seeping through the fabric, it hissed like a mother singing a soft lullaby. A tone that relaxed the boy's muscles and dried his damp forehead.
The cold chatter of teeth came to an end while the child's temperature dropped dramatically.
He woke the next morning to a voice.
"It's time to eat."
His aunt had set out two brands of cereal before she left earlier that morning.
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peter :: spideypool au
Fanfictionwhere peter has identity issues and wade's new mark is the thing leaving headless bodies scattered throughout new york-if scraps of marrowless bones could even be classified as a body. wade figures, perhaps it was time he tested the extent of his...
