~~The Black Snare ch.1 -•£=|-
DRIP
A spec of red liquid fell from the cracked ceiling.
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The small bullets hit the frame of a man, pelting his face and smearing along his cheeks. His chest rose and fell slowly, still breathing but not awake. The precious liquid fell onto his closed lids, concealing bright hazel eyes from the horror above.
DRIP
Another drop. It stained his dull silver hair with the decaying stench of a kill. The locks of metalic hair covered his temple messily, hiding the pink, raw bruise on his forehead.
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More blood migrated down his face and slid along his jaw-line. The blood coloured his white polo, now almost matching the logo stitched under its shirt pocket. The tee was already painted with the man's own blood, still seeping out from the wound underneath his ribcage. The blood from his gut-wound seeped out and tarnished the black dress pants, he had worn so proudly before. His legs sprawled limply on the stone cold floor, a pair of black sneakers ending them. The shoes were worn and gashed along the side. There were two gaping holes in the left shoe, narrowly missing his ankle, they were the gaps along fangs could make.
DRIP
The single red tear landed in his open mouth, hitting his larynx. He coughed and spluttered, finally coming to. He looked barely surprised at the image above him, a body nailed to the roof and its heart savagely removed from its bleeding corpse. The man rose blinking his hazel eyes and taking in the contents of the room. Besides being caked in blood it still resembled to look of the place it had once been... His house. The man stood painfully and walked a short distance to the fridge. He took out an ice-cold stubbie and slumped with his head laying against the pantry.
He looked at his crimson coloured hands and slowly cried into them.
"I...never should have...trusted that Fucker!" His raspy lips croaked, "I am alive...'they' will never kill...me!" He coughed in pain. Putting an adventurous hand on his wound he groaned in intense pain. The other hand went into his pants pocket, and pulled out a bloodied sheet of paper. A photo of his two daughters, eight and eleven years old hugging their father dressed in work clothes. The man cried again, tears landing on the stained paper.
Yuogene City
The dry wind blew calm autumn leaves across the street.
WOOSH
Squashed, the leaves crumpled under the weight of a fast-moving skateboard. A young teenager rode the deck, bending his legs and performing an Ollie. The board cleared a small stone as the boy crushed some more leaves, gaining speed as the gradient curved down. The boy rode down the small hill, dodging trees and annoyed passers-by enjoying the afternoon. The boy cut his speed as he approached his two storey house. Painted deep blue with plain white shingles covering their roof. The boy stuffed his warm hands into his hoodie and pulled out a pair of house keys. With a loud creak the door swung open revealing a recently renovated home. The boy tore off his hoodie and leaned his skateboard against the wall as he walked inside.
Looking for food he waltzed over to the fridge and found a neatly written note taped to the door.
'Extra work be back at six dinner in freezer' The boy huffed and continued searching to fridge for snacks. He scored a slice of cheesecake, covered neatly in cling-wrap. The young man slumped on the couch and turned on the TV, surfing the channels until he found a Comedy. The boy stuffed his face and laughed at the stupid humour of an old movie, unknown to him a shadow loomed above him. A shadow with no body attached to it.
The movie finished with the protagonist confused over a kiss. Suddenly bored the boy searched his pocket for his phone. He trawled through the long list, stopping at the name he wanted and rang.
A teenage male voice answered, "Hello?"
"Sup Tim it's me,"
"Oh hey Matt what you ringing about?"
"Just bored... right if I swing by?"
"No problem I just gotta tell my parents you're coming." The boy known as Matt smiled, "Cool I see ya' then bro,"
"Yep, see ya'!"
Matt hang up and smiled to himself, flicking off the TV.
The shadow was gone and Matt raced to grab his keys and jacket. Sensing the weather he dressed himself in his hoodie and a jacket over top. The boy grabbed his skateboard and joined the path.
KNOCK KNOCK
A young man with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes answered to door.
"Hey Matt you're here! Come in bro,"
"Thanks." Matt placed his skateboard alongside a long board owned by Tim. He removed his hoodie and ran his hand through his short silver hair, passing it away from his deep hazel eyes. The house was old and homely with an open fire roaring in the lounge room. Matt waved to his friend's parents as he was pulled up the stairs, earning a grunt and a wave back.
After arriving in Tim's room the two boys dived into the world of technology and fought endless battles against each other. Matt scored a dirty victory, but karma got him with an unfortunate encounter with a guided missile. Tim jumped in the air over his win and Matt punched him on the shoulder, glaring at his opponent. Both burst out laughing and switched the gaming console off and travelled down the stairs.
"See ya' tomorrow Tim!"
"Yeah you too."
Matt grabbed his skateboard and rode home, watching the sun sink deeper under the horizon. The boy was halfway home when...
CHILLS
He felt a shiver crawl up his spine and the hairs on his neck stood up. Something was wrong, very wrong. He dismounted and looked around for signs of danger, he found none, except the faint sound of laughter. Cold, sadistic laughter. This unnerved him even more as he stood, frozen in place.
FLASH
A flash of brilliant blue light filled the space, forcing Matt to shield his eyes. Out of the light came a tall man wearing a golden undershirt covered by a black toga. The man looked perfectly normal except for his glazed white eyes and the gigantic cleaver attached to his back. The man's skin was a darker complexion, contrasting to his white irises. Matt finally tore his eyes off the man to see that the sky and the land around him seemed distorted, as if they weren't real. The air had a dense element to it, that made Matt's breathing ragged.
The man stepped forward several paces and unsheathed his cleaver, placing the cold, silver steel to the boy's neck.
He spoke angrily, as if Matt had performed some terrible crime. "Kormac you have escaped the clutches of justice for the last time...I will end your miserable life Dark One!" Matt was startled and feared for his life,
"W-What? D-Dark One... I am a regular teenage boy! What do you want with me?!" The man spat in the boy's face, removing the blade slightly from his neck,
"Lies! I can sense your aura from the other side of the world, whatever form you take! You have performed crimes that cannot ever be repayed with words alone... Your life WILL be the price! Now die quickly..."
Matt watched his short adolescent life flash before his eyes, he hadn't even gotten a girlfriend!
STAB
A sliver of blood followed the blade as it parted with his chest, piercing his beating heart. He fell to the floor and lay lifelessly in a pool of his own blood. The man remained emotionless and uttered three simple words,
"Justice be done."
~~The Black Snare
{ Well that was the first chapter, this is rated M due to the excessive use of blood and is a story I wrote to solve my 'unique' interests. Quick question: "Why do you watch Thriller/Gore movies?" Post your opinion in the comments bellow and ready yourselves for the next chapter of The Black Snare. }
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