Wake
He regretted opening his eyes even the slit that they'd allowed themselves to be opened, immediately wincing at the lightning sharp jolts of pain that ran along the back of his head down his spine. Rising from his face-down position on the dark, ill-kept hardwood flooring, he gingerly touched a hand to the source of the pain, feeling wet, matted hair stuck together by hard, bumpy pieces. Withdrawing his hand, he saw that it was blood, and by the feel of it, mostly coagulated lumps, but with a slow trickle still running down to the base of his neck.
He opened his eyes fully as the pain dulled, allowing them to adjust to the dim, orange-tinted lighting of the room, and quickly wished he hadn't. The room around him was as horrifically gruesome sight as one might expect from a slasher film, blood smeared and splattered on the walls. A pool of it came from behind the bed; his eyes followed it to see a young man, dressed in a monochromatic red t-shirt, with darker patches of crimson providing a kind of macabre pattern across his chest. The fabric was savagely ripped over the area, as though hacked at by something that was supposed to be sharp, but wasn't, and the wound beneath it deep and ragged; a rib poked out, flesh still attached. The man – perhaps a teenager, with short dark hair – must have died in agony, for his otherwise fairly handsome face was contorted with pain. There was a sort of triumph in that pain, however...
A closer look revealed an jagged arrow carved into the left arm of the cadaver combined with the image of what could barely be made out to be an owl, the point of the arrow making up an owl's beak.
He couldn't take any more of the grisly sight, bending over and vomiting as waves of nausea twisted his stomach and his heart hammered erratically in his chest. Where the hell was he?
Standing, he inspected the room. Writing covered the walls and the large mirror over the dressers-drawer, painted with blood – from the looks of it, probably that of the dead young man's.
GET OUT OF HERE
DO NOT WONDER
YOU'RE THE ONE
REMEMBER!
THOMAS OLIVER
DON'T KI
The morbid words ended there, with a scraggly line downwards. They must have been written by someone either desperate, hysterical, or psychotic – maybe all three, uneven and suggesting of a deranged mind.
Remember...
Try as he might, he found that he couldn't recall anything about himself. His family, his friends, his name – nothing. Who was he? He panicked for a moment, then settled into a shock-induced calmness as that part of his mind shut down. Perhaps there'd be clues in the house as to who he was, where he was, and why he was there.
The name, Thomas Oliver, seemed familiar. Did the dead man leave those cryptic words as clues before he'd passed away? Whose name was that? Perhaps it was that of the now-corpse? The owner of the house? His?
Yes. Yes, it was his own name; something within him told him so. He must be Thomas – Tommy – Oliver. Concentrating on that bit of recovered memory, he racked his brain in an attempt to remember anything else, but it drew no further epiphanies. He swore in frustration; what the hell was all of this? Eyes drawn back to the words, he tried to decipher their meaning. Get out? Not until he gets to the bottom of this; something is gravely wrong here, but something about the house compelled him to stay. Don't wonder? How the fuck was he supposed to keep from wondering about what had happened, and what was happening? Remember? He would if he could!
Whatever the warning had been for, the danger seemed to be over; the place was imbued with the literal stillness of death. Tommy guessed that whoever or whatever had killed the person in the room had departed, sparing him for whatever reason. Growling in even deeper aggravation at the numerous questions he'd been left with, he resolved to scout out the building a little, though prepared to bolt at signs of danger.
A/N: This is just the teaser. It will feature canon stuff, and they are Rangers - I don't do full AUs. Inspired by a certain horrific flash game (any guesses?), it's going to be (if I pull it off correctly) somewhat gory, violent, and generally disturbing. Not like any of these other rather horror-lite fics in the section, so you may wish to turn back now. If reported, please don't ban my account! I'll reduce the intensity of what I have planned if anyone objects – it's just that the guidelines for ratings on FF are pretty vague...
So, I've got a marital tangles fic, a slash fic, a humor-ish romance fic, a crossover/adventure fic, and a child abuse fic going... And now I add horror? WTF all over the place. Now that I think about it, I doubt anyone will like this kinda thing here, anyway.
