Bates motel is the only fan-fiction i have on here, i know, its far fetched, a bit silly, i'm not gonna make excuses, i know but criticism would help a lot.
It is my first fan-fiction but i hope its entertaining. XD (Feel free to criticize even if its hate, i'm trying to improve my writing to make it entertaining for u guys :)
Dylan woke to a sharp knocking on the door. Rolling over he saw the time on his phone... 5:27? What the hell was going on? Once again the sharp pounding came, alarming him slightly.
"Yes… OK... who is it?" he grouched as he sat up and slowly made his way towards the door,
"Norman, it's Norman" The panic in his voice worried Dylan and he swung open the door; in front of him stood Norman with mud patches covering his knees, shoes and hands.
"What happened?" Dylan muttered, his eyes checking him up and down. Normans face was red and flustered with smears of mud stood that contrasted to his pale skin; the sweat on his forehead made it obvious he'd been running. As he spoke he held out a small, bent shovel.
"There's a girl… and she's trapped… SHE NEEDS HELP DYLAN" Norman was almost hysterical as he spoke, spluttering and constantly glancing towards the door.
"Where?" Dylan said grabbing the shovel.
Norman couldn't sleep; the moon hung in the clear sky above his window and the breeze was brushing past branches in the distance. Eventually he decided on a walk. He put on a jacket then headed outside, pulling it closer as the October chill hit him. He ended up in the woods across from the motel, so far that the odd car couldn't even be heard. Norman was just wondering when he stumbled across freshly laid earth; the lumps of grass around it and the darkness of the dirt on that spot made it obvious. Carelessly he kicked a piece of dirt off the top and looked down. The trees around him were whistling and he felt the early morning air grazing his hairline, then distantly he heard sobbing. At first he wasn't sure it could be, unless there was someone out here with him; slowly turning he fell silent, trying to distinguish the wind from the sound or catch the direction it was coming from.
"HELLO?" He said, expecting no reply, just peace of mind he was alone and just imagining things, but then unexpectedly he heard shouting. Quiet at first, and muffled but he could hear a panicked voice, of a girl? Then he noticed the ground. Falling to his knees he put a hand on the floor before him and to his horror it was vibrating, not fast, like someone was hitting it from below, "HELLO?" It fell silent. Then all of a sudden he heard her again,
"PLEASE, HELP... OH GOD PLEASE," he could hear her faintly below him,
"I'll be back, just..." standing up he saw the mess he'd made of his clothes but hardly cared now, then he bolted. When he finally arrived back he rushed to the basement where he found two shovels, one slightly bent but it would have to do. Then he realized he could never do this alone. He ran up the stairs as fast as he could and knocked on Dylan's door. The sun began to rise and panic began to set in. What if the girl was dying down there? And who would do it?… finally he heard a shout and Norman replied fast, they had to hurry up. The door swung open to reveal Dylan in boxers and a t-shirt. Norman handed him a shovel and within minutes they were running out the door, Dylan still pulling on his coat.
"Where the HELL are you going?" Norma appeared at the top of the stairs in her dressing gown with her slightly puffed morning hair and lazy eyes. Dylan ran ahead and Norman just replied with,
"Someone needs help mother, we'll be back just…" the rest faded off as he ran out and the door slammed behind him.
Mud seemed to fill in wherever they dug, any excess dirt just pouring back in. Yells from below them drawing closer, then after what seemed to be an age of digging Norman hit something hard with his shovel. The brothers shared a nerving look between them and Dylan cleared the rest away before revealing what seemed like a coffin shaped box but without any kind of paint or hand holds; just old rotting wood that was holding this girl. When he realized pulling it out of the hole wasn't an option the two got to work on levering it open with the shovels, the sound inside had stopped and the sun was almost fully risen when it burst open. Norman looked inside at the barely conscious young girl in the box. She seemed only 18 or 19 and had long brown hair, or maybe just mud stained. Her pale skin didn't help to hide the blood or dirt and her hands were tied with a loose rope. Dylan immediately whipped out a knife and started cutting at the rope while Norman just stared at her pale skin and red lips, red with blood.
"NORMAN" He looked up suddenly to find Dylan signalling for him to help. They both pulled her up and out of the box then rested her down on the cool, dry earth. She barely moved.
"Hello? Can you hear me?" he began shaking her violently when Dylan grabbed his arm. They both sat for a second out of breath when Dylan spoke,
"Norman…" suddenly she woke up spluttering for air, Dylan and Norman rushed to help her. She lay on her stomach for a few seconds breathing in fresh air then eventually rolled on to her back and stared up at the sky. She was just grateful to still be alive. When she spoke she could taste dirt in her mouth and all her cuts had thick, oozing blood trailing from them which stung to the touch.
"Thank you…" Her voice was soft but hurt. Dylan looked down as something in the box reflected the sunrise. He reached in to find a handgun, with only one bullet. He put it in his pocket, he'd ask later.
"Are you… OK?" Norman asked, unsure how to start a conversation.
"Been better… thanks." She replied, still staring at the sky
"My names Norman, this is my brother."
"Maxie" she said sitting up and looking at Norman, "Max..." He noticed the cuts on her face and the bruises where the rope had been,
"Oh… god" Norman whispered, partly to himself but this seemed to urge Dylan to join the conversation,
"We can get you to a hospital and-" She let out a small laugh and pulled her hand back.
"No... thanks but no. " More tears seemed to well up in her eyes, rolling over the stains of previous tears.
"Are you in trouble?" Norman interjected worryingly,
"Not with authorities..." Dylan began to guess who else and quickly linked the box and her cuts to the drug business.
"Do you have family? A home?" She shook her head but Dylan could tell she was lying. Why?
"We own a motel… you could come back and we can help with… the cuts." Norman offered.
"Thanks but, I don't have any money, on me..." She said, looking away to hold back more tears.
"I'm sure we can find a room somewhere… can you walk?"
"probably" They helped her up and took her back to the motel, she didn't have any serious wounds, but enough cuts to really injure, and her face showed it.
It was seven o'clock when they made it back, they went in and laid her down on the sofa, being careful not to hurt her then went into the kitchen and found Norma still in her dressing gown and an angry look on her face. Norman quickly tried to calm her but the rage on her face showed otherwise,
"Mother… we had to-"
"HAD TO? You HAD to leave me here alone without telling me where you went? You HAD to ignore my texts? I swear another couple of hours and I would have had the town on your asses!"
"THERE WAS A GIRL… SHE- she needed help mother."
"Then you call the police or an ambulance you don't go out in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WITH… SHOVELS? NOT EVEN TELLING ME WHERE YOU WENT OR WHEN YOU'D BE BACK?"
"We should have called or something I know but…"
"BUT WHAT? FOR ALL I KNEW YOU'D HAD ANOTHER EPISODE AND…" She stopped when she noticed the tears forming in Norman's eyes. He had no idea how often they came now. Then she saw a girl appear in the doorway and all the cuts on her face. "Oh my god, we… Dylan get some towels and a first aid kit." The girl tried to speak but instead just collapsed to the floor. "Hurry Dylan!" She said running to pick her up.
They laid her in a spare bed upstairs and began cleaning her cuts. Dylan was getting more towels and Norma more sheets. Norman was cleaning a cut above her lip when questions started bubbling in his mind… who would do this? How could they? What did she do? His vision began to fade and he heard his mother's soft voice, 'Shes under our protection now, you cant let harm come to her, shes vulnerable… Can you do that, for me?'
"Of course mother…" he said aloud. Dylan was standing in the doorway watching him stare at Max.
"Norman?" Dylan seemed worried but his voice broke the trance and Norman suddenly looked up from Max.
"Hu?" Norman said innocently.
"Never mind" Dylan muttered suspiciously and laid the towels on the desk then Norma walked in with the sheets.
"I've cleaned the cuts Mother."
"Now she just needs rest then." And slowly they all left the room, Norman leaving last and Dylan saw the faint smile on his lips as he stared at Max. A smile that seemed to chill Dylan to the core...