The Unknown

Chapter 1

This couldn't be happening. I wanted to deny. Wanted to wake up from this hellish nightmare. Unfortunately, it wasn't a nightmare. It was the grips of stone cold reality. My parents were dead, and I was captured. By what? Something I call The Unknown. They're creatures that pose as humans, doing whatever they please. They're the reason for the unsolved murder cases housed in every police department. They're the reason my parents will never have justice for the wrong done to them and why I am stuck in this cell.

I was physically tortured and raped for days on end. I fought everytime. I know what they did to those that didn't. They enjoyed hurting those that can see them for who they truly are. If I was an oblivious human, I would have had a quick death. If I hadn't seen past their glamour when they sat drinking coffee with my father, posing as the new neighbor that moved in across the street, then they'd be alive. I pretended I didn't see them, but they knew, and for something that wasn't my fault, they paid the ultimate price. Now here I lay on the cold stone floor, my blood splattered here and there on the floor. Its favorite thing to do was whip me, loving to hurt me from a distance.

Today though, I wasn't woken up with a cold laugh. It was the sound of growling and fighting. "Where the fuck is my sister," I heard Mikal yell. Mikal? He must have been told about my parent's murder and my kidnapping. I crawled to the door and stood on my knees, not much strength to do more than that. I banged my palm on the door, "I'm in here." I yelled as loud as I could. My voice was raw from screaming as it tortured and raped me.

"We're taking it with us, I'm giving it a death it deserves," I heard Mikal tell someone before footsteps ran towards me. I slammed my palm again on the door, the weak sound echoing. Suddenly the door was ripped from its hinges by a mountain of a man and my brother was there, pulling me into his arms. I slouched against him. He held me out at arms length as someone draped something across my shoulders. It was was warm. Mikal secured on it, covering everything, before he scooped me up.

"I've got you," he whispered as he walked. "You're safe now." He stepped into a truck and held me tightly to him. "Can you see them too," I asked him in a whisper. "We'll talk more when we get somewhere safe and you're taken care," he told me. "Get some rest." I did what he said to and relaxed as best as I could.

When I woke up again, I was in a full size bed, my blankets from home covering them. I sat up and saw many of my things had been brought. Memories I wished I could forget slammed into me like a truck. Mikal had saved me. But how?

I went to get off the bed then noticed something on the nightstand.

When you wake up, drink this. It's the medicine I've been giving you to help speed up your recovery. Unfortunately, it couldn't do anything for your scars though. ~ Mikal

I looked at my body and realized I hadn't felt a single ounce of pain. I snatched up the bottle and downed the contents. It tasted like green apples. Not my preference on flavor but better than it tasting horrid. I quickly dressed in a pair of sweats and a tshirt before slipping on my house shoes and leaving the room. The room I was in was located at the top where a hallway that looked out over the first floor. Mikal sat in a red leather arm chair facing the fire place, book in his hands. I made my way down the stairs and he looked up. "How do you feel," he asked me. "What is going on," I asked him.

He sighed and gestured to the couch next to the chair. As soon as I sat down, a thing in a maid's uniform came out and came over and inspected me. "This is Maple. She is servant familiar. She is bound to the home and whoever owns the home. She protects and cares for all who reside here," Mikal explained. Maple then moved away and left to go to the kitchen.

"Are you the owner," I asked him. He shook his head, "My mentor is." "Mentor," I asked him. He nodded, "I was brought into an organization that hunts down the creatures that took you and killed our parents. I've been with them since my Freshman year in college. From the box of sketchbooks and journals I found in your closet, you've been able to see them for a while." I nodded, "Yeah. Being able to see them is why that thing captured me and killed our parents. It was pretending to be a human, drinking coffee with dad. I pretended to fall for its disguise, but it knew I could see it."