Foreverland..

Chapter 1,

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A/N; Song above

Warnings;

-Neglect

-Unannounced suicide

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The howl of the wind brushing through the outside world caught Patton's attention, he sat upright in bed as he sighed, gently throwing the blanket aside just for it to fall into a small bundle on the floor, his feet swinging over the edge of the bed as he shivered at the cold wood against his bare feet, glancing aside to see the candle in its holder and a matchbox beside it as he gently held the small box in hand, gently taking out a match and striking it as a small gust went by before the crackling as the match came to life.
They had been without light for so long that the single lit candle was almost too bright to look at. The flame flickered in that vulnerable way fire does, the nascent flame being pushed by a breeze from the newly opened window..

The small flicker of the flame casting light upon the small boy's hands as he gently placed it upon the wick of the candle before shaking the match until the fame went out, the soft smoke slowly ascending above as he gently pushed his glasses on, glancing around.

The stub of a candle, barely two inches long, was lit at first attempt, no problems there. The shadows of the switchboard cupboard bobbed against the wall at first approach. It looked.. different. The little wooden handle on it's door was longer, more ornate, and set at a new angle. Or so it seemed took the small eleven year old boy. Patton was two feet away when the ornamentation resolved itself into the form of a scorpion, fat and yellow, it's pincers curved about the axis of the diagonal and it's chunky segmented tail just obscuring the handle beneath.

Just then the corner of his eyes caught a glimpse of a dark figure crawling, ominously advancing as Patton walked hesitantly down to the door, gently feeling the cold metal handle just in case, the creature impersonating his every faint movement.. Just a flicker of the street lamp outside the window caused him to momentarily lose the sight of the creature but to his horror, he rose out of the murky depths of a floor again, breathing life into the cold wooden floor. The grim outline of a shadowy reflection had possessed Patton as the boy gulped, holding the saucer of the candle in hand as he gently shook his brother awake.

Emile whined softly, slowly awakening as he reached over, messily pushing on his glasses seeing past him and staring wide eyed at the window, Patton turning before doing the same thing, gasping softly as his grip loosened on the candle holder.

The cold metal escaped his fingers, falling to the floor with a clatter, the smouldering fire licked the bottom of the rug like a hungry kitten with a saucer of milk, crackling, playful, gentle at first, fire flickered, flared, leapt, spat, shower of sparks like a fountain, plumes of black grey smoke, wound itself around the carpet like a great hungry serpent, devoured everything in it's path, choking clouds of noxious smoke, inferno, blazing, out of control, ash floating to the ground like great dirty flakes of snow, showering onto everything, sprinkling onto the ground..

Patton jumped back, Emile bolting up more awake than before at the sight of their carpet catching fire as they both rushed to the closest escape, the window.

Just before Patton got to it in time to unhatch the latches, the window flew open with a loud smack of the shutters hitting the walls on either side of it as the window slid open, an apparition of a young boy, seemingly not much older than Patton was standing mid air, arms on his hips and legs outstretched as the street lamp flickered, the light slowly pooling and illuminating his face up.
The reassuring smile of the young boy stretched wide over his features, his shaggy brown hair perfectly framing his face. His voice soft and caring as he glanced over at the two seemingly either unaware of the flames behind them spreading or simply didn't want to alarm them.

The two boys scrambled up onto the windowsill, feet dangerously close to the edge as they hesitantly turned around to observe their room.
The fire devouring the carpet in a flash of scorching flames and soon began to burn the furniture it had been daubed on. Thick black clouds of smoke choked the air.. The fire alarm stood useless on the dresser where their father had left it unfixed where had put it. The fire would be too quick, too ferocious for the fire fighters to get there in time to put out the flames.. and it was clear that in the morning the house would be ash and the two boys would be free from the world.. either dead or alive.. it was their choice to make.

"Forget him.. forget it all.."

The soft voice of the unknown boy spoke causing shivers to fill the two boy's bodies.

"Come with me.. come with me and you will never.. Never have to worry about grownup things again.."

The loud crash of the door downstairs caused the two brothers to jump, hearing footsteps rush up the stairs.
Patton hesitantly speaking to the young boy. "Never.. never is an awfully long time.."

The footsteps grew louder, thundering against the hallway as the man who they called their 'father' grew closer, Emile whimpering softly as he gulped, nodding in agreement to Patton.

Just as the door flew open to the bedroom, the horrific scream of the older male broke free, the two boy's were gone.. whisked away by the unknown boy. The flames too high to see anymore than the man's sons falling forward out of the window, all he did was turn around and dart back down stairs to the street, him falling to his knees at the sight before him.

Eleven and Eight..

That's how old his sons were.. the small smirk and giggle of the shadow across the street was heard before he dispersed into thin air, letting the man break down at the sight of his two dead boys..

Alone.. and Cold..

However..
That's not how the story goes for the boys of course.. they have their own story to tell, that was only the beginning of their fairy tale..

Now tell me,

Do you believe in fairies..?