This is part of a set of trial stories. If I don't get reviews, I don't finish the story.
Full House
Darkness Falls
It had been five years ago, but the nightmares never stopped. Danny rolled over in his bed, his eyes closed tight, exhaling heavily, and crying silently.
The sky was black, and the moon was covered by black clouds. The fire burned ten feet into the air, sending a sinister cloud of smoke reaching into the air like a man violently trying to escape a pit filled with poison snakes. The men and women danced around the blaze, wearing ceremonial face paints and the torn clothes of their dead ancestors.
"Bring in the infidels!" commanded the master of the cult, waving his staff towards the two young, blond girls tied tightly to a tree.
A woman with blood running down her face cut the ropes with a knife, and roughly grabbed the girls' arms and pulled them towards the tribal elders. The oldest girl was about 6 years old, and had an innocent, chubby face. The other girl was roughly 3, and had a thinner face with longer hair.
"Donna, I'm scared," said the younger girl.
"Close your eyes, Stephanie," replied Donna. "It'll all be over soon."
"You're the best sister in the world," said Stephanie.
"Silence!" ordered the master of the cult. "Tie them to the board!"
Two muscular men grabbed the girls, and violently tied them to a long, wooden board. Four men grabbed the handles of the board, and carried it towards the fire.
The cultists began chanting loudly, preparing to make the sacrifice to the gods of shadows.
One member of the cult refused to chant, reached into the torn pants from his brother, and pulled out a gun.
Stephanie began to cry, tortured by the hideous people, their desire to murder her and her sister, and their chants.
Suddenly, a gunshot was heard, which caused both of the girls to cry at the tops of their lungs. The board dropped onto the ground, and two of the men carrying it fell dangerously close to the fire, and felt their flesh burn.
The man who fired the gun ran to the girls, cut the ropes with a pocket knife, and threw the two girls over his shoulders. "You're going to be alright," he promised. "Are you two the only children?"
"No," Donna answered, struggling to stop crying for a minute. "Our sister, Michelle is still in the tent. She's still a baby."
The man ran towards a red tent, but found a heavily-tattooed man blocking it. "Get out of my way!" screamed, setting down the kids. "This is wrong."
"The gods gave us specific instructions to guard the infant," replied the tattooed man.
"Then I'm sorry," replied the man. "Girls, look away." The man shot the tattooed guard in the chest, ran into the tent, found the infant crying all alone in a Gothic shrine to the gods, picked her up, held her close to her chest, then ran out to the girls.
The cultists began to swarm around the four, preparing to viciously slaughter all of them.
"Girls, run," the man gravely instructed, handing Donna the baby.
"Wait," replied Donna. "Who are you?"
"...My name is Danny Tanner," answered the man. "I promise, I won't let them find you."
The girls ran away, tears falling from their eyes.
Danny awoke from his nightmare, drenched in a cold sweat. The man looked at his digital clock, which read 1:00 a.m.
The girls minds blocked out the horrible memories, but Danny never forgot.
"Dad," said D.J., gently opening the door. The teen's voice was soft and comforting. "Are you okay?"
"...I'm fine, Donna," answered Danny. "Just another bad dream. "...Love you."
"I love you, too, Dad," replied D.J. The girl closed the door.
Danny lay down in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He could never tell the girls that he wasn't their true father. That their mother was a crazed cultist, not an innocent woman killed in a car crash. But none of that mattered now: They were safe. They were a family. Danny closed his eyes, and tried to sleep.