Sometimes monsters are familar faces

by NanookRoseBane

Cassie Thompson is about to not only learn the turth about where her brother disappeared off too, but why her home town has now became the Murder capital of the world. The monsters are about to come out and play. What will Cassie do when one of the monsters has a familar face? Can she cope with the truth? The summer of 1982 is about to mess poor little Cassie up..

1. Introduction

So, I've decided to come back and start writing again. I had a story up before, that I took down. It was a Children of the Corn story that I plan on fixing up and posting later on down the road. For now here is my new go at writing since 2012 lol (the last time I wrote on here) I hope you enjoy my take at a Lost boys fic, with my story..Sometimes monsters are familar faces. I dunno when my updates will be, but I will try to update as often as possible! Please don't be afraid to to correct me on spellings and any other thing you might see that needs a tweak! RR's are greatly welcomed!

Disclamer-I do not own the lost boys, only the oc's that I have created and do not take credit for david or any of the others. I will do my best to match their personality's to them in the movie. But other then that,everything else is of my creation.

A bit about my main Oc Cassie Rose Thompson-She's about to be 17, born June 12th, 1965 in Santa Carla, California. She has long brown hair, hazel brown eyes. She is 5'3". She's a bit on the chunky side and her style is a little bit out there. She is the kid sister to Laddie Axel Thompson. Who is older in this version of the lost boys. Sam and them will not be present in this. Least not for now. I may bring them later on. Anyway..on to the story!

(Chapter will be short as its just an introduction to the story~)

Introduction-A little bit of history.

I was five the first time I saw true violence. I didn't understand what had happened at the time, but my happy little family had fallen to a million pieces. Now looking back I can see the truth that had broken us. My father. He became the reason for the pain that my family went through. The reason my brother disappeared and the reason I now sit here under the pier watching the waves crash up against the rocks a few feet away. The moonlight shining a soft light over the beach. Though from where I sit, its pretty beam doesn't reach me. I'm swallowed up in the shadows of the night. The only sounds are the waves and my rugged breathing from running. Why? Well, you see..my father had become a very abusive man. The world started to crush him and instead of asking for help and let my mother help take off some of the weight in a none violent way. He sought booze and abuse. He'd get piss drunk then beat on us like it was our fault he had become the way he had.

First it was just arguing with my mom all the time, late nights out. Then coming home and passing out drunk. Then physical abuse started. It went from just my mom, to my older brother, then to me. My mom had tried to protect me and my sibling, but eventually she gave up trying to do anything. She just sat there like the broken doll she was and watched everything through glazed eyes as her new found "friend" surged through her veins. Laddie, my older brother use to stick up for me when mom no longer would. But by the time he was sixteen and I was twelve, things had took another bad turn. He started getting hateful even to me. he started coming in late himself, sleeping all day only then to just disappear all over again. Till eventually he just stopped showing up. I looked for him. But it seemed that just like most other teens around here, he had became another missing face in the endless sea of missing posters plastered around the town. Now at sixteen almost seventeen, I had finally had enough of the home that had become my hell. And did what most kids in my situation do, I ran away. My old man had hit me for the last time..

I figured that running away would end my pain and that eventually I could find where I belong. That perhaps I can find happiness somewhere here in Santa Carla, California. But as my luck goes it seems I'll always be running away from something. But never in my wildest dreams did I think I would see my brother once again. In the weeks to come, life as I know it will be even more flipped upside down as the truth of the missing people will become known and I'll find out the true meaning of a monster as the things that go bump in the night come out to play and one turns out to be a familar face.