Escape
Disclaimer: If this were original, it wouldn't be fanfiction, would it? ^o^
Author's Note
This is my first fanfic here at Fanfiction.net. So, since I'm a newbie, I'd appreciate it if anyone'd point out any mistakes I make and give constructive comments. Thanks!
Prologue
Outside, the wind was howling with an unearthly sound as it whistled violently through the leaves of the trees, and the thick haze of a dark cloud obscured the light of the moon, casting strange shadows in the room. A storm would arrive soon.
The boy pensively sat in the darkened area of his house, his eyes fixated on a shadow on the wall which resembled a large, clawed hand, but was in reality a tree branch waving outside the window.
His father had gone out as usual, not to return until much later that night. Meanwhile, unable to sleep, he stayed awake in the darkness, unable to switch on any lights because their electric supply had been cut off again. He had a feeling, almost a premonition that something was about to happen that night.
As though on cue, a loud knock sounded on the front door. Startled, the boy leapt up from his seat and stared in dismay at the door.
The knocking sounded again, seeming more impatient this time, and the boy felt as though the sound echoed into every corner of the house. His small body quivered with fear. He considered running into his room to hide, and he started to turn, when -
"Hello, is anybody home?"
The voice was strange to him, and he turned back to the door. Reaching out, his hand grasped the cold metal of the doorknob and turned it, pulling it open as far as the chain on the door would allow. There was a man standing there outside the door, and next to him.
The boy slammed the door shut, unhooked the chain, and then yanked it open again. The man was supporting the boy's father, who was drunk as always and unable to stand up properly. Seeing the door open, the man helped the drunk into the house and onto a sofa where he fell asleep.
Wiping his brow from the effort, the man turned to look at the boy. "What took you so long to answer the door, kid?"
"I was. afraid." the boy replied hesitatingly.
"Of what? Say, can we get some light in here? It's rather dark."
"We don't have electricity. He. I mean, my dad. didn't pay the bill again, so."
"Yes, he did tell me that he was having money troubles, in between all that drinking." the man broke off and cast a quick glance at the drunk on the sofa, shaking his head a little as he did so.
"Anyway, kid, that's why I'm here." He held out a hand for the boy to shake. "I'm Kazataki Ken. I work for Shiromi International. Anyway, kid, I'd like to make you an offer you can't refuse."
Author's Note
This is my first fanfic here at Fanfiction.net. So, since I'm a newbie, I'd appreciate it if anyone'd point out any mistakes I make and give constructive comments. Thanks!
Disclaimer: If this were original, it wouldn't be fanfiction, would it? ^o^
Author's Note
This is my first fanfic here at Fanfiction.net. So, since I'm a newbie, I'd appreciate it if anyone'd point out any mistakes I make and give constructive comments. Thanks!
Prologue
Outside, the wind was howling with an unearthly sound as it whistled violently through the leaves of the trees, and the thick haze of a dark cloud obscured the light of the moon, casting strange shadows in the room. A storm would arrive soon.
The boy pensively sat in the darkened area of his house, his eyes fixated on a shadow on the wall which resembled a large, clawed hand, but was in reality a tree branch waving outside the window.
His father had gone out as usual, not to return until much later that night. Meanwhile, unable to sleep, he stayed awake in the darkness, unable to switch on any lights because their electric supply had been cut off again. He had a feeling, almost a premonition that something was about to happen that night.
As though on cue, a loud knock sounded on the front door. Startled, the boy leapt up from his seat and stared in dismay at the door.
The knocking sounded again, seeming more impatient this time, and the boy felt as though the sound echoed into every corner of the house. His small body quivered with fear. He considered running into his room to hide, and he started to turn, when -
"Hello, is anybody home?"
The voice was strange to him, and he turned back to the door. Reaching out, his hand grasped the cold metal of the doorknob and turned it, pulling it open as far as the chain on the door would allow. There was a man standing there outside the door, and next to him.
The boy slammed the door shut, unhooked the chain, and then yanked it open again. The man was supporting the boy's father, who was drunk as always and unable to stand up properly. Seeing the door open, the man helped the drunk into the house and onto a sofa where he fell asleep.
Wiping his brow from the effort, the man turned to look at the boy. "What took you so long to answer the door, kid?"
"I was. afraid." the boy replied hesitatingly.
"Of what? Say, can we get some light in here? It's rather dark."
"We don't have electricity. He. I mean, my dad. didn't pay the bill again, so."
"Yes, he did tell me that he was having money troubles, in between all that drinking." the man broke off and cast a quick glance at the drunk on the sofa, shaking his head a little as he did so.
"Anyway, kid, that's why I'm here." He held out a hand for the boy to shake. "I'm Kazataki Ken. I work for Shiromi International. Anyway, kid, I'd like to make you an offer you can't refuse."
Author's Note
This is my first fanfic here at Fanfiction.net. So, since I'm a newbie, I'd appreciate it if anyone'd point out any mistakes I make and give constructive comments. Thanks!