Foxes Den

Falling in a Nightmare

Elton groaned as he looked down at his ripped windbreaker before sending a glare up to the spot where it had caught while he climbed over the fence. Certainly Colby's jacket had stopped his skin from getting caught, but not so much his own coat. Shaking his head, he started towards the open window as he heard shouting coming from within the building. He clambered up the window finding purchase on some of the siding before pulling himself fully inside.

He knew he was late, Elton told them to leave and that he would catch up. The daycare didn't have space for Circa and he had to argue with them to even allow her to stay for the few hours they would be gone. Then the Uber thought he was insane when he said to pull off on that abandoned road to drop him off. Then if it couldn't get worse, he thought he had gotten lost cause his phone wasn't showing him the right photos. He was relieved when he finally found the house, what he didn't expect was the wonderful fence blocking him from getting in and that had taken him longer than he thought it should have to get over.

"Guys, I'm here. The fuck is that?" Elton yelled as he stared at the silver eyes of the foxes. Shaking his head, Elton fixed his black baseball cap for a moment, trying to get his bearings of the room.

"Elton! I need help." Corey's voice sounded panicked and it made the eldest snap to attention before sprinting in the direction of the voice. Pushing through the first door he saw, he sprinted into the elegant hallway.

"Where?"

"Here." Corey shouted as Elton ran into a destroyed office before backtracking into the hallway.

"The fu-"

"Yes, yes. It's so vastly different we know. Help me find this hidden door." Corey ordered as Elton gave the other a confused look before stepping into the office.

"Hidden door?"

"Colby fell through the floor and he's hurt. We can't get to him." Corey informed as quickly as he could. Elton blinked before calling out to Sam and rushing after the yell he got in response. Sam looked at him from the couch as a cry came from the living room, Elton has never run so fast in his life.

"STOP!" Sam screamed as Elton came to a halt at the edge of the living room, a creak coming from the floorboards. He jumped backwards, finding safety on the stone floor as Sam flashed him with panicked eyes. Sam's attention quickly returned to the hole in the floor, the flashlight beaming downwards.

"They... they wo-won't l-lea-leave!" Colby's cry carried up from the broken floor as Elton stared at it, fear wrapping around his heart. Shards of wood were missing, the splinters littering the white carpet and there were traces of blood staining the white. He couldn't stay up here, listening to Colby screaming for help.

"We have to do something." Elton said as Corey rushed back out to the kitchen, panting.

"We are trying, there's a staircase that takes us down. Colby said it was this way. We just don't know exactly where it is." Corey gestured behind him. Elton thought for a few moments his mind racing through thought after thought before he settled on what he was going to do.

"Colby, its Elton. Can you hear me?" Elton called.

"He-help me... Elto-elton... plea-please..."

"Where are you? In comparison to the direction of our voices, where are you?" Elton clarified as he heard the strained response a few minutes later.

"Ri-right..."

"Elton, what are you thinking?" Sam asked.
Elton scanned the couches and grabbed the clip on his backpack, securing it in place.  He sprinted forward crossing the creaking and moaning floor before he leapt up onto the first chair he could find on the left side of the room. The floor screamed at him before it cracked and the chair sank a few inches on the right. Elton readjusted himself making sure his body weight was evenly distributed before he took a deep breath, he looked at the other two who were just staring at him in shock. Jumping into the air, he slammed his feet down on the cushion, the boards caving in as he grabbed the back of the chair. He was thrown from the seat the moment it hit the ground, sending him flying to the cement. He groaned as he pushed himself off his right side, feeling the bruises as they were starting to form under his clothes. Damn that hurt.