The wind howled, the thunder roared, and somewhere in the depths of the shadows lightening sparked. The bright flashes scared the little boy, who sat curled into a ball on the frigid back seat. He shivered, goose bumps popping up all over his petite figure. The boy craned his neck and looked out of the car window at the trees enveloped in darkness. It worried the boy that the tall, strong trees could be overpowered by such a seemingly harmless thing. He turned his head back to the front of the car and his eyes rested on the back of his father's neck.
"It won't be much longer L. We're almost there. Just a little bit longer." His dad said softly after noticing his son's attention. But the six-year-old couldn't help but think that his dad was saying those words more to himself than to anyone else.
Liam turned his attention back to the swirling outside world and something caught his eye. Far out, no more than a spec, was a little black dot, darker than the gloom around. He watched it intently, trying to work out what it was as it slowly grew in size and took more shape. As it kept growing, the boy couldn't stop the trickle of sweat from sliding down the back of his neck. What is that thing? Why is it coming closer? Liam thought, his young mind confused. He yawned and closed his eyes for a second as he rubbed them.
When he looked back the thing was gone. Liam swivelled his head to the front, and saw nothing. But then he saw the dark silhouette of a person in front of the car.
The boy screamed as the shape lunged, and a loud bang echoed.
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Liam emerged from unconsciousness, an agonising pain all over. His eyes shot open, and he let the tears stream down his cheeks. The boy looked around, for his mum, for his dad, for anyone or anything.
"MUM!" He screeched as his eyes found his parent, head slumped in her seat. Only then did he notice the damage of the car. The windscreen was destroyed, cracks spiderwebbing in so many directions that there was not an inch of intact glass. Some of the window has completely caved in, and glass littered the floor. In his mother's neck was one piece of said glass, crimson blood oozing into her pale grey shirt. His eyes drifted over to the adjacent seat, where he saw the broad body of his father. His dark brown hair was messy, and his shirt ruffled. Liam could see no damage to his father, and crawled over nearer after undoing his seatbelt. The child shook his father's arm and received a groan in response. Shaking it harder, his dad's eyes soon flicked open as he looked around for the source of discomfort.
"DAMN! L! Are you OK?! Oh no... EMILY!" He gasped, becoming more and more panicked as each moment came and went. But the man's hands did not reach for his wife, but for his son as he ripped off his seatbelt and wrenched the door open. After grabbing Liam securely, George Darwin heaved his son out of the car and onto the safe ground beyond, quickly going back in to help his wife.
Liam shook from head to toe, but still noticed the light smoke seeping from under the car's bonnet. "Dad! Smoke!" He shouted as loud as his little lungs could, and his dad whipped his head up and rushed out of the car.
"It's going to be OK" He muttered, lifting his son up and placing him further away. "I want you to stay here and tell me if it gets worse, OK? Now I'm going to help mummy." The man whispered as he looked directly into the eyes of his son. He was about to turn around and rush back to the car when there was a huge explosion.
And the pair looked over to see a huge fireball in position of the once fine Mercedes.
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We're Just Misfits
Teen FictionDISCONTINUED On the outside, Liam Darwin was an ordinary boy, who enjoyed doing ordinary things for a boy of his age. But on the inside, he was a very different person. Never before had he opened up about his feelings, and he didn't plan to. And wh...
