Pleasant Hell

Pleasant Hell Prologue

~Prologue~

"Woo!" screamed Dan running through the streets of Lancaster. People turned around, giving him strange and irritated looks, whilst he kept on jumping and screaming in exhilaration. One could have described him as a child trapped in a man's body.

"Can you calm down, we can save the screams for later," Michelle hinted, her lips curving into a mischievous smirk. Dan grinned, winking at her and continued rampaging through the streets in excitement until his childish acts led him to accidently bump into a tall and strange man with an unusual sense of fashion.

"Sorry mate didn't mean to bump into you, just a bit excited," said Dan secretly eyeing the man's attire in wonder and confusion. He has never seen a man dressed in a black, long leather coat that slightly resembled a blazer, but reached just under his knees. The man chuckled and walked off leaving the strange aura he gave off behind and as he walked by Michelle, she felt her blood run cold and her breath hitch, making her shudder and turn towards Dan, trying to find out why the man had that kind of effect on her.

Michelle said, her voice holding hesitation and distress, "Something seemed odd about that man." Dan shrugged, not sure why his girlfriend's mood had suddenly darkened.

"Don't worry; he was just the same as any other bloke, just a stranger with bad taste in fashion," Dan joked aiming to make her smile. She brushed her rich brown hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear and smiled, making him grin in satisfaction and kept up with his childish act, oblivious of the annoyed looks people gave him.

Michelle stopped worrying thanks to her boyfriend's reassurance, replacing the worry with embarrassment and amusement. A man with gloomy blue eyes went up to Michelle and put his hand on her shoulder, almost sympathetically.

"I know what you're going through, I have a brother just like him," he said, turning to look at Dan who was running around with his shirt on his head like those football players did when they scored, occasionally bumping into people because of his incapacity to see through his shirt.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice laced in naivety. She had no idea what the man was talking about, or why he was touching her shoulder, which in her case was unpleasant.

"Surely he has some sort of mental disability," he said, his brows raised in a questioning manner. Michelle, clearly offended by the comment put her hands on her hips, with a facial expression that meant 'Oh really now?'

"I'll have you know that he is one of the smartest men I know, he goes to a prestigious University, now move along before a certain someone gets a black eye," she said in a threatening tone, giving him a glare. He scattered along, leaving his man pride behind and disappeared into the crowd.

She turned back to Dan, walking up to him and grabbing his arm. He pulled his shirt down and intertwined his fingers in hers. They walked with their head held high, calling the elderly people that were looking at them paedophiles, making the adults shake their heads murmuring 'Teenagers these days'

They walked to the beach where their friends were waiting for them, just as excited as the couple. They haven't seen their friends in what seemed like ages. The last time they saw their friends was when they graduated.

Laughter and cheering was coming from the beach, whilst the cold air gusted, making Michelle's hair go all over her face. She shivered and pulled out her grey beanie from her bag, handing the bag to Dan and putting her hair into a messy bun so she could put the beanie on without her hair escaping. She put the beanie on, tucking in her fringe and took the bag out of Dan's hand.

"How do I look?" Dan asked, smoothing his hair down, even though it was impossible to flatten his hair with the harsh wind blowing. She chuckled and messed up his already messed up hair, earning a playful glare from him.