YUNGBLUD And The mysterious House Of horrors, the Black Hearts Club

chapter 1 LOCKED IN

Chapter 1
House of horrors stareing Dominic harrison AKA YUNGBLUD......

Warning: this book contains some brief explicit grafic sexual content, adult language, violence and desterving horror scenes. read at your own risk.
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I apologize in advance for my story being a little sadistic, but please enjoy my twisted thrilling Tail of terrors, House of horrors the black hearts club....

Chapter 1 -Anarchist

Locked me in a room since I was young,
I've never seen a morning sun come up
I'm employee of the month at a Ritalin club
Yeah, why do you think I'm so messed up?
They don't know where I am, I don't know where I am
I don't know where I am
I don't know where I am, don't know where I am
Don't know where I am
They said I'm an ana-ana-anarchist, I'm an anarchist
Ana-ana-anarchist, not like the other kids.

News Artical:
Last Night, Patient escapes from mental illness phacility.
Police are baffled by the unexpected mystery of the escape.
The disturbed patient is possibly armed and considered vary dangerous to himself and or others.
police are still investigating into the breakout mystery,
Any information on the missing person would be gladly accepted.......

Domonic trembled slightly as he passed through the towering walls of cement stone, and watched the great iron gates slam shut behind him with a bang.
The loud sound of car tires screamed off in the distance.
The little black car kicking up lose mud and gravel out behind it as it tore off.
Damn they must have been glad to get rid of me.
Foster parents, always fighting, always angry.
Dom looked up at the old creaky gates
They stood above him like a prison wall, locked, unfeeling and unmoved.
This felt just like one more kind of prison.
Slowly a sense of hastaria rose in Dom's chest, making him feel sick with a feeling of unease, he could't explain.
With the sense that he was now trapped.
Did someone really live all the way back here?
He wondered, gazing down the old driveway, littered with pot holes and deep ruts.
A rusted yellow Dead End sign hung sideways, nailed to a wooden post dejectedly.
The sides of the road littered with trash and newspaper clippings, wet with last nights rain and dampened into mush.
Long grass grew knee high and blew in the wind.
Slowly Dominic moved forward swolling the lump growing in his throat, and started down the road that lead through a tangel of rotten trees and bushes.
They spread out over the road to join each other on each side of the path, looking almost like a tunnel made of oak branches and brambles.
Dom noticed a few more road signs laying face down in the grass on the otherside of the driveway half buried in leaves.
Slowly Dominic reached for one, and turned it over to read the words.
KEEP OUT, The others said NO TRESPASSING in big blocky letters,
and said somthing about trustpassers will be PROSECUTED.
Cold icy chills ran across Dom's body as he faced the winding driveway.
Who the fuck had they sent him to live with!?!?
Every warning bell was going off in Dominic's head, telling him that this was a bad idea.
Slowly the horizon had turned a brilliant orangy red color, that made the hole sky look like it was bleeding.
It had the most horrifying effect on the darkening woods around him.
And Dominic watched the time tick by, and slowly the afternoon was turning into night.
There was nothing he could do now, but go on, if he didn't want to be here all night.
Soon it would be completely dark.
Slowly Dominic walked down the gravel driveway that looked like it had no end.
Into a forest of woods, so sickening to look at it made Dom almost want to run away.
The trees looked sick, dead and rotting, along with the small bushes grass and leaves that fell in limp fluttering motions all though it was to early in the season to do so.
Suddently Dominic wished with all his heart that he could have stayed at that dirty miserable foster home.
Atleast he knew what to expect there.
Shut up and do what your told.
Go to school.
Was't that what they'd said, again and again.
And when that had failed to work on him, bigger threats came up.
Scarier threats.
"We'll send you to a corectional phacility.
Yes it was true Domonic may have been a difficult teenager, but could you really blam him.
Homeless, striggling to servive in a harsh world that did't care about him.
No one did, so he had gotten into trouble, ran with the wrong crowd and it had all caught up with him.
He along with his friends had been packed up and sent to the place where they sent all the bad kids.
Hell's quary, houseing 250 juvinal delinquins.
Dom quivered slightly at the thought, and hurried forward, pulling his suitcase behind him, and shifting so that his backpack would stay over his sholder.
The path lead deeper into the red gloom, winding on and on growing tighter and thicker with every step he took.
Trees and bushes stood out boldly, their black shadows morfering into things that looked like somthing from a child's nightmare.
The thick trunks of trees looked like the heavy bodies of stalking giants.
The smaller bushes appeared to stand out like thin reapers with outstretched hands raised to catch at him.
Dom quickened his pace, his overactive imagination diving into hyper mode, having a hay day tonight tormenting him with vitions of gory horror.
But he couldn't help it,
To meany saw movies, and hollowean pranks, to help him along, and come on here in this place of wonder and mystery, somehow he could't stop seeing everything in a dreadfully imaginative way.
He kept wondering to himself, who on earth would want to live so far away from other people.
And why would you let things go to this extreme.
Trees that badly needed trimming, grass needing to be mowed and so on.
The guy must be a mean twat, Dom decided jumping a bit as a flock of black birds burst out of the bushes to his right, and few south ward.
He must hate people, to want to live so far away from them.
But the problem was this place looked deserted.
No new tire markes on the drive way, there hadn't even been a mail box, or fire number.
The only thing that really stood out was the three line telephone polls, tilting with age.
But besides that no human hand seemed to have touched this part of the country.
Suddently Dom saw a shadow move just ahead of him in the brush.
It looked darker than the woods and somehow scarier.
It shifted and the shape shook slightly.
Dom stoped dead in his tracks and gasped.
Frozen to the spot.
Slowly with disbelief he watched it meterialize into the dark bodie of a huge black dog.
It was giant!
Maybe three times bigger then your average dog.
No this thing looked like the size of a small bear.
It was shaggy with long waves of black hair that streamed across its muscular body.
Ears laied flat back against its head
Eyes, bloodshit and milky with sickly goo.
Its paws masive and dirty.
Dom nearly cried out in shock, taking a trembling step back cracking a stick under his foot.
Immediately the dog's head turned towards him.
Its brown eyes meet his shining blue green ones in a brief moment of disbelief and supris.
A low growel starting up deep in its throat, its hair rising to stand up straght on its back, making a perfect dog mohawk.
It's mouth drooling as its teeth barred, it took a stalking step forward, and thats when Dom noticed a trapp spiked to one of its front feet, covred in black dry blood, trailing a rusty chain behind it.
Dom could't take anymore he turned and ran back the way he'd come.. With the dog right behind him.
He Tripped and fell over lose rocks and sticks.
Sobbing out once as he fell over a rock that dug deep into his knee.
Blood soaking his jeans, but Dom ignored it.
The road seemed longer now as he ran back limping with his now bad leg.
He could barly see in the dim orange light.
Soft demonic laughter echoed around the dark and the crows wailing cry, jered at him as he ran though the trees.
"Help! "
He screamed as he ran throwing himself forward until he reached the iron gates.
Standing almost taller then before, dark and cold, locked.
"Somebody help me! "
Dom yelled pounding on the gates with both fists.
But they stayed closed tight.
Locked with him on the inside.
They weren't locked before,
So how could they be now!
Dom agonized as he reached through the bars to fumble with a paddle lock that now hung from the gate.
Someone had locked him in!
Dominic realized in a dazed panic.
Despritly he screamed,
"Help!!!!!"
But somehow he knew that no one would hear him, not in time to save him anyway.
Even as he struggled to pull the gates open he could hear the dog crashing through the tangel of trees not 15 feet back.
The woman that had dropped him off here, his social worker Angela Goodman, would be long gone by now.
To far away to here him, and the only town they had passed through was atleast five miles away.
And Dom had't seen any houses down this dead end.
The cement walls were to tall, and smooth to climb out of, and the gate its self was inposible to scale, being way to tall and slick like cold ice.
Suddently a hand like vice, gripped his sholder and wrenched him backwards.
Dom almost fell over, screaming out in defense.
preparing himself to be madly torn apart by the dog, when he saw a thin gaunt man, wearing a clean black suit of clothes and a white tie.
He was hansom and mysterious looking, with short brown hair, and hazel or brown eyes.
He appeared almost from out of thin air.
Slowly He focued on Dominic's face with a blank expressionless look.
He moved stifly.
His grip on Dom's arm tightened until it forced a sob from the boy's shocked lips.
"Help me! Please! "
Dom begged tugging on the man's shirt sleave.
"This big dog is out there! Please open the gates, we have to get out of here.
Dom whipped his head around to see if the giant dog was still stalking them from somewhere behind the thick brush, but the huge black dog was nowhere to be seen.
The man huffed and hauled Dom forward by his shirt.
Pulling Dom to his feet, wincing as his weight rested on his bad leg.
"Richard mentioned that you might be a difficult boy, willful and stuborn, a little hyper too maybe.....
The man's voice sounded strained and unatral as he spouted out the words, as if he were quoting things he had been forced to memorize, scratching his chin awkwardly.
"Fuck that shit!"
Dom spat hotly.
He was tired of being labeled by the adults around him.
They were always shutting him up.
Never wanting to hear what he had to say,
Most adults couldn't handel his energy.
Domonic tried to jerk away as the big guy pulled him.
Dragging Dom down the road, the way he'd just come from.
The big guy was shockingly strong despite his size, and had no problem making Dominic come with him.
But Dominic resisted.
"No let me go! Let me go! That thing could hurt us!"
The man laughed heartlessly and ignored Dominic's attempts to kick free.
"I'm not lying!"
Dominic yelled, now angry and a little desperate
"Let me go."
Finaly the man stopped and looked down at him.
"Listen hear young sir. There is no such beast about these grounds.
I am the butler, and also the grounds keeper, and if there was such a menus about I would have disposed of it"
He glared at Dominic with a bit of distaste and annoyance.
Daring him to argue, his fake eye focused on Dom with a kind of hate.
"Now will you kindly come with me."
Dominic was wordless, for a moment.
"Your a butler?!??"
He stickered, unconvinced.
"No one has butlers these days, unless they're rich or something! "
The man's face turned even more sower as if that was even posible.
"But i am the butler. "
He agued back, letting go of Dom's arm and becoming emotionless, staring at the ground.
"Because Richard said i was, he'd never lie to me, I am his faithful servant."
Dom frowned, he couldn't decide what was wrong with this nutcase.
He was obviously a little off.
But after a moment or so, the man's face cleared of the confution, and he smiled, a twisted forced smile.
"you may call me Mitchell I am the butler, Richard said i was, so there for I am.
Dom froze again thoraly creeped out, the transformation on the dues face was startling.
As if he had forgotten what he had just been saying and suddenly reset.
But he was still talking, rambling on about how
He was going to be escorting Dom the rest of the way to the house.
Slowly Dom followed the butler to a waiting car a few paces down the driveway.
It was sleek black, with not a scratch to be seen.
And a new fresh car smell
inside.
Dominic made himself comfortable on one of the leather seats, clearly never sat on before, or hardly ever.
Mitchell tossed Dominic his backpack and placed Dom's suitcase in the trunk.
Than he climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine, leaving the black viewing window between them open so that he could keep on eye on the boy.
The car purred to life and soon they were off.
The drive way plunged down hill and turned a sharp corner, almost swallowed hole by a forest of oak trees.
Their Gloomy branches gray, bare of leaves, looked like some kind of skeleton.
Finaly Dom could breath a little more easily.
He was safe for now, driving far away from the stray dog, or what ever it had been.
Maybe Mitchell was just stupid and proud, to proud to admit that he had no idea what horrible beasts roamed his badly neglected grounds.
"So what's my Uncel Richard like?"
Dominic asked, breaking the growing silance.
Mitchell took a long time to reply, and when he did nothing he said made much sense.
"I dont know him vary well, and I don't really see him much either.
Ever since the day i opened my eyes and started to work for him, he's been a queer kind of man, and vary distant.
His guests too, they are queer."
"What do you mean? Dose he have alot of people over?"
Dom asked leaning forward.
His attention no longer focused on the view from the car window.
Mitchell shrugged.
"He never has meany partys, or goes anywhere except his business trips."
Mitchell replied.
"But strange things happen sometimes, oh dear."
Mitchell grew an even lighter shade of white and cursed softly.
"I'm talking to much again! Master hates when I spill things, now that you will be staying with us I mist Keep my mouth shut, that's what he says to me, "keep your mouth Shut Mitchell!"
Than the butler slapped himself in the mouth and cursed some more, mumbling about how hard it was going to be to stop talking so much.
Dominic's chest began to tighten again.
Why did his uncel suddenly appear out of the blue and want to adopt him.
He'd never been there before.
Never cared about Dom at all.
Dom diden't even know he'd had an uncle.
Until last night, when they'd
told to pack up his shit because he was being adopted.
Everything about it though was sketchy.
Rushed and hurried, even the paper work had been approved and sent on in a mind blowing fashioned.
The proper introductions had been skipped entirely.
At the time Dominic had thought it was one more of their cruel jokes, but it hadn't been.
It was all real and now he was riding in a rich car, going to a new life.
But inspite of his excitement the sickening fear was back and Dom felt his hands trembling as he gripped the black and gray checkered pattern backpack.
It was all to good to be true and somehow something felt off about the hole thing, even more so now than earlier.
The fucking stray Dog. The fact that his Uncle had ten foot cement walls around his property, locked iron gates.
What was he keeping in? Or trying not to let out?
There was a wonderland of trees and woods, and he hadn't even seen the house yet, but really how bad could it be.
Suddenly Dom wondered the very question that had been eating at him ever since last night.
Would his uncle be like the cruel men at Hell's quarry?
Would Richard get pleasure from hurting him?
"Mitchell?"
Dom asked after a long while of silence.
"Yes".
Mitchell nodded glancing back, his eyes sliding off Dom as if he was sizing him up, calculating his intentions.
"Is my Uncle a good man?"
The butler's eyes raised with supris, and his hansom brow lifted, than he signed and turned his attention back to driveing.
Taking his time with a slow response.
"The master is not perfect, but none of us ever can be, we are just who we are."
Dom shifted uneasily.
The butler's answer was vague leaving alot of room in between, alot of gray area.
"He wouldn't hurt me? Would he?"
Dom asked his voice softer as his green eyes studied the butler.
But Mitchell remained quiet,
Silantly thinking for what seemed like eternity.
His hands moving on the steering wheel slightly, finally he spoke up.
"I don't know, I just don't know."
The House!!!!!!