The Haunting pt. 1
Hello any readers of Fanfiction reading this, and you know who you are. If you didn't then you obviously clicked this story by accident. Anyway, I had started my very first story. Now sorry for the timing of these news but with school going on I might not update fast and I have my stories out of order but I will go with the holiday ones first before the others. So anyway here is the story and can someone PLEASE TELL ME because I need to separate parts you know, the little squiggly line between parts. Someone please tell me by review or by PM or it will look messed up in the meantime. Enjoy.
This particular part actually goes back from 60 years ago – before Spyro and Cynder were there and the elders are kids at age 8. I gave a young personality for them and I have added a few OC's here.
Rated T for teens. Contains blood, violence, suggestive themes, and language
NOTE that all characters involved here are owned by the franchises and whoever claims them.
Any other characters are mine considered as OC's or characters I made and own.
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2:00 AM
"Ermmmm…uh…" groaned Cyril lying on his bed. A thunderstorm savagely boomed outside. Heavy rain poured loudly dipping the ground continuously. He twisted and turned around his bed. Normally he was quite scared of weather patterns scary to him and loud. Ignitus kept scaring him often knowing he was easy to frighten. He looked over the closed window and observed the rain droplets sliding down from his window. A few flashes struck and he got scared. He pulled over the covers on him and looked at the bottom of his bed.
He knew Halloween was coming soon and he would be petrified of the jokes Ignitus would do to him. As his little brother he felt powerless against him and tried to cope with it. Although he remembered the worst thing he can do against him, give him a few ideas of nightmares. Even without his help he occasionally had awful dreams. He tried to stay quiet to not wake and alarm his family like last time. He was embarrassed enough that his brother even told of it to his friends. "So…tired…can't sleep…feeling…sleepy….." he muttered. He began to feel light-headed and felt dizzy. His eyelids started to get heavy and he fell asleep.
A vision came visible in his dream. A white transparent large house became clear in a light foggy mist. In a flash he saw himself wander slowly around the interior. "Hello? Is…is anyone in h-here! Speak up! Please!" he whined clearly. The broken walls echoed his voice mocking him in fear. He felt tense and he bumped into a door. He tried to turn on the doorknob but it was stuck. He twisted it harder and as it opened, it showed a red arrow on the wall. Abruptly a trapdoor sprung and opened underneath him. He fell down fast and saw rooms and floors swiftly fly by above him. After a minute of long falling he hit the floor hard. "Ow!" he said getting up to his feet. The tiny square of light from that trapdoor shut above him and it became pitch black. A torch lit up and brightened the dark hallway. He felt something rotten on his back and turned around. He saw decomposed dead dragon corpses hung against the walls on ropes. "EEK!" he jumped back and looked around. The walls hung some bodies dead and still. SHING! Cyril jerked his head behind him and noticed the walls closing in on him at a distance. They would reach him in only minutes. Long thorns and spikes popped on the walls stained with blood. He became frozen in trepidation observing the walls closing in slowly. He darted around the room for an exit. All he found was walls creeping up to his delicate young body, ready to puncture him to his death. Spikes. Dead dragons. What can be worse than that, he thought. Holes all over the room opened up and released water droplets. He felt them and it was warm hot water. Yikes, he thought. "Someone get me out of this madhouse!" he shrieked. The water filled up to his wrists and the walls got close enough to see at the back wall he was trapped at. Cyril began to dig at the bottom of the floor in hopes of escape. "I hope this works." After a minute of relentless digging he had to stop. The water had risen up to his neck. It was useless to dig when all he made was a small hole. Some more minutes would end his life now at this rate. He wept hard, ready to die, and live no longer. "Please ancestors help me!" he begged sniffling. In a short while he floated atop the water. "That's it! The exit above me, I can see a bit of light coming from it. Might be my only chance out." The water started to flush out faster becoming hotter by the second. He winced in thermal pain and the walls came closer. A strong, rapid current swayed Cyril around in the water. He forced his tail back and forth to try and swim as he got tired paddling. The walls were almost coming in contact with him; he was fully underwater and held his breath. The light shone more brightly and Cyril followed it. His tail hit the razor sharp point and bled in the water. He tried to scream in agony but however he almost lost his breath. The thought of escape evoked in his mind, he needed to get out. He crawled out and successfully got out. The walls slammed shut and red water and some sharp bones flew off on him. "MOM! DAD! HELP!" he screamed. Realizing it was a waste, he began to cry hard clutching his bleeding tail. The door flashed in front of him and he decided to escape there. "Mom, dad, I'm coming back!" he happily announced cheerfully. He turned the doorknob and opened it. A huge axe flung at him from the door at his face…"Noooooooooo!" he screamed in his bed. "Idon'twanttodieIdon'twanttodieIdon't!" Ignitus slapped him with his tail. "Cyril calm down you crybaby." said Ignitus on Cyril's bed. He jumped off and glared at him angrily. That was the hundredth time he did that already during his sleep. "You had another stupid scary dream, again like always. Get over it you scaredy cat."
"I am no scaredy cat! I am not!" whined Cyril pulling the covers over him. "I just had a very bad dream."
"So says the one who had that yesterday. And yesterday, and yesterday, and yesterday. Did I forget about that yesterday's yesterday? And…" he smelled his bed. It smelled dirty and wet. "You actually pe-"
"Shut UP!" Cyril threw the covers off him and pounced on him. "It's on brother." He replied fighting back on the floor. The wrestled around the floor and made some mirrors and claw polish fall down. It leaked on them as they fought. Cyril took a look at the empty bottle while holding Ignitus down. "No. Not the polish. That's it!" They fought even harder and soon they rolled off the staircase.
Meanwhile their mom, a fire dragon, prepared some tender, raw lamb meat off the counter and eggs for their breakfast. Some crashing sounded and she looked at the staircase. Oh no, she though seeing a blur of red and blue flash by down and into the floor spinning like a wheel. Soon they stopped at a wall and continued to fight while Cyril yanked Ignitus's small horns.
"KIDS. Stop fighting. Now!"
They both stopped simultaneously and looked at her. "Yes mom." they recited together and got off each other. "Sorry."
"Eat breakfast because in a half hour is school. I am preparing breakfast and I do NOT want any fighting." She explained, blowing a small flare of fire into the range. She began to cook the food. Both Cyril and Ignitus seated at opposite ends at the table. "I hate you." mumbled Ignitus staring down at his empty plate. "What happened now this morning? Because you two were fighting again. And this time I think something is up." Cyril sighed. He remembered his dream. How insane it was, only making him feel pain. "I don't know if I can say it without being embarrassed. It was really scary." "To put it simply, you had a bad dream. Live with it."
"Shut up! Ignitus why are you so mean?"
"Be-cause it is funny – for me." He snickered.
Their mom lifted the warm pan full of a blend of fried eggs and peeled lamb meat. She walked at the table and filled their plates with it. "Enjoy." The food steamed in Cyril's face. It was too hot for him to eat. They began to eat up – except Cyril who stayed frozen looking at his food. Ignitus then thought of a dirty idea for a trick on Cyril. When he finished, he pulled up a piece of egg and chucked it at him. Mom noticed the projectile and got upset. It hit Cyril's face. No reaction. He threw another. No response still. "Wimp." He said. He threw his last one. Nothing. He reached for his plate; he did not notice that he ran out of his last morsels.
"Ig.' Stop it. Take your lunch in this bag. Do not bug 'Cy'. He is not in the mood. Go." She handed him a bag. He took it and left out the door. Before he left, he made a mocking face at him. "Go!" He left quickly and it left Cyril and Mom.
She approached young Cyril. He started to shed wet tears. It dripped on his food. She put her long, right wing over him. "Is something wrong Cyril?"
Cyril looked down. The nightmare kept flashing through his mind and repeated over and over again. "I…I don't want to talk about it."
"Why not? It is only a few weeks until Halloween and your school is playing games for the fun spirit of it. You are not having another bad dream, did you?" He thought about it. He then took a deep breath and decided to begin. "It was a bad nightmare that I had. It was so scary. There was a white house that appeared clear and it was surrounded by a thick fog. I went in asking if anyone was here. All I saw was myself going through a trapdoor trying to get out while spiked walls closed on me and water flooded the room. After a close escape and nearly dying I opened a door and a large thing flew at my face. All I saw from it was a quick reflection of me and then it flashed and I woke up." He sobbed hard and hugged her tightly. "Mom it was so scary and I was frightened and I made a mess on my bed." He found it hard to breathe crying so hard and gasped for air in between breaks.
"There, there my icy angel." She soothed him; she held him tightly. "It's all okay." She stroked his back gently. It has finally begun. Why on him. Why! I shouldn't tell him until the time is right. "Please stay in bed for today. You've been through enough. Calm down." Cyril slowly calmed down. He listened to her and went up to his room. Mom took the rest of the food and put it in another two plates: herself and Cyril's father. She laid it out neatly on the table. Although as she looked at the food, she was not hungry anymore. She pushed her plate aside and put her head on her paw. Thinking about all from today something was wrong about it…and she knew what it was.
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So is anyone enjoying the story? I know what you are thinking about the poor spaces: it looks messed up, it's wrong, it sucks like that. Well, if you don't like it like that, then consult with me about how to use the squiggle line to separate parts. Come on people I saw it on some stories *cough* Alec's. So please read and review (R&R) the story on improvement or if it's great. Criticism will be accepted but NO FLAMERS. I have been through here enough to know how annoying they are and what they are and do. Next chapter will be up in about 3-5 days. Homework and personal life will drag it for a temporary while but hey, I will be working when I get the time.If you have time read my profile for updates and things going on. And can someone point out how to make a profile picture. ANYBODY? HELLO?
SNEAK PREVIEW: Cyril will think a bit more about what's happening. His friends will visit him and an OC of mine will appear. A strange change happens.