I do not claim ownership any characters that aren't created by me, these characters feel fitting for the story I will tell,I have read all of The Demonata and Darren Shan is one of my favorite authors
I will be using a present day theme with some fantasy to make it a sort of realistic-fiction if you will.I will also be using some experiences of my own to give it that sort of personal feel because writing anything else wouldn't come natural.
Yes I do realize that Grubbs isn't the type to melt over boys but I think opening up feminine will do him good later on :D don't worry the characters you know and love aren't going anywhere
WARNING: there will definitely be some "mature" parts In this story,I might remember to retype a warning before the adult chapters but for the most part IF YOU DON'T LIKE GUY X GUY THEN DON'T READ plz and thnx.
Moonlight Happenings: Chapter 1
Bare feet pounding through the dense forest, crunching on crisp autumn leaves, the moon full and shining through the trees much more beautifully than the sun ever does, Grubitsch Grady loved running through the woods at night, he ran to a special place that only he knew, he wasn't even supposed to be there in the first place seeing how it was on a turf field.
Grubitsch never liked his real name, he hated it, people couldn't say it and they look at him weird when he wrote it on paper. "Grubbs" fit him much easier.
turf he thought
It was simply grass that was uprooted and sold to golf fields, and recreational areas that are too lazy or just want the quality of turf. Looking across the vast space realizing that that whole semester he spent in "turf management" was only good for small talk, he never wanted to pursue a career in agriculture. Living not far from the field, a short minute run and there he was, heart pounding and sweat dotted his face. He didn't even know why he liked this spot so much, he simply was walking around and saw it and felt like coming here on an almost daily basis. He came here to think, to run through anything that felt odd until he came at terms to it then he would go home and shower and get to bed, feeling at peace with it all.
Breathing deeply in then out, he sat on the familiar patch of dark dirt amongst the lighter shade of the grass and watched the moon.
The moon is so simple, in space just sitting there, in constant motion it doesn't even have to try. It doesn't have to try to fit in and try to be normal.
But the moon did have one thing in common with Grubbs, they were both lonely, there was no one in the middle in the middle of butt fuck that he called his hometown, actually, he lived in the middle of no-one-to butt fuck nowhere. The moon at least had one lover, the sun. They aligned in the galaxy a couple times a year at each eclipse, it was beautiful how they fit perfectly with each other. Grubbs sometimes wished that he had been born straight, because he didn't have anyone to have feelings for, he felt himself growing numb to the world and it scared him.
I just can't wait to get out of here and move to Nacada, I might fit in better there.
His hometown just reeked of the lost and the settled, whenever his mother drove him to town for some take out, he saw all the houses and people and it just wasn't for him, he preferred the city life, to be connected with the world, being stuck here forever had to be one of his worst fears. He felt a rumbling and immediately stood up only to be knocked down by a harsher shockwave followed by a wave of heat and the smell of ozone.
"ow" he mumbled
He stood up and looked to where the smell seemed to be coming from, looking up he saw a small column of smoke rising from somewhere in the woods. The area didn't have many forest fires; he heard some sort of cry of anguish and ran as fast as he could towards the column of smoke.
Running, running through the forest for the second time that night much faster than before, he felt soft pricks in his feet and legs and soon realized that he was running through a bush full of thorns. But he didn't care, someone needed his help and it would seem more appropriate for him to have some blood to show for his "heroic deed". He came to a clearing of burnt grass and right in the middle there was a door of sorts, the height was a little taller than he was, and he was one of the tallest in his class, but this door was made of light, an almost silver color, it looked almost unnatural amongst all the burnt debris of leaves, sticks and branches. Lying in front of the door was a boy, no older than he was. His shirt looked scratched and his curly hair was the color of finished wood, it took Grubbs several seconds more stop admiring the boy to remember the cry he heard before.
"Hey are, are you ok?"
The boy looked up at Grubbs, his eyes closed and his face would have been perfect if it weren't for the cut near the top of his face and the blood trails going down his cheek. Grubbs immediately ran to the boy and slowly flipped him over and put his head in his lap, examining the cut, seeing that it wasn't too bad, he had one way worse when he slipped with a knife when he was cutting fishing line for his dad. The boys eyes flitted open slightly and seeing Grubbs they opened a little wider.
"hey ,you're cute" before he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Grubbs couldn't believe his ears,
Did I just hear what I think I heard? He said I was CUTE?
Grubbs placed two of his fingers on the boys neck like he did many times on himself whenever he wanted to feel the reassurance of his blood pumping through his veins and finding the familiar rhythm Grubbs scooped him up in his arms andhastily picked up and carried the boy to the edge of the clearing, hearing a BOINK he turned around to see the door of silver light close in on itself like a whirlpool and disappear from view. But he didn't care, there was someone in need of medical attention in his arms. Looking at the boys face again his legs wobbled a little, he looked forward and started the long trek to his mom's house. Not knowing what he was going to tell her.
Grubbs started on the long journey to his home, what seems like a minute running now seemed like hours with the burd… angel he was carrying in his arms.
I can't believe this is happening, what am I going to tell my mom? What is going to happen when he wakes up? Is he just going to forget what he said to me or will he just play it off as if it never happened? I hope he talks to me…
Looking at the boy for what had to be the hundredth time that night, he realized that his complexion was unlike he had ever seen before, he didn't have any acne which was odd because most of the boys his age all had the familiar mess of red ridges, like red mountains in the desert. His hair was an unfamiliar style as well, a wildly untamed light brown almost polar opposite to the seemingly uniform blonde crew cut that all the boys in his class had, he even smelled alien. The scent of autumn leaves and a sharp, tangy scent that drove Grubbs crazy even at the distance he was holding the boy at. He walked the invisible but yet easily visible trail to his house, a familiar path of broken branches and bushes that have been moved aside or just plain uprooted leading to the two story cabin-like house that Grubbs called home. As soon as he saw the familiar front light he quickened his pace until he was at the front door, a green frame with paned glass through which he saw the most horrific scene he would ever see in his life…
The Nightmare for the Conscious
WARNING: like The Demonata series this fanfic will have BLOOD & GORE, trust me I will make up for it by adding mushy romance, promise.
Grubbs Grady couldn't believe his eyes, a mess of debris and blood splattered everywhere. He could see the living room, blood seemed to be covering every inch of the same room he was in less than a couple of hours ago reading a story about two boys elven and human who fall in love against all odds. He could see the ancient lampshade given to his family by their grandmother who passed away last June covered in blood and torn to shreds. He then focused his attention to the body on the floor, even through the glare of the porch light he could see that it was his mother, the same body shape and hair color, the alien hole in her chest with entrails strewn across the carpet. He let out a cry of despair and sunk slowly to the welcome mat, tears pouring out of his eyes onto the unconscious body in his arms. Sorrow quickly turned to rage as adrenaline surged through Grubbs, giving him the strength to stand and with one arm hold the boy and with the other open the door and stepping inside, to his left was the ruby colored couch that his mother bought for "décor". There was where Grubbs placed the boy and took a deep breath while looking upon his face.
The same night I find a boy in the woods my mother is murdered in her own home.
Anger once again swelled inside Grubbs, letting out a roar he ran to his mother, the scene he saw was too much for anyone to handle.
His mother wasn't just killed, she had been butchered by whatever did this, a streak of blood on the floor led around the corner into the kitchen.
"Whoever did this is NOT going to find me as easy to kill as my mother!" Grubbs roared, his hands curling into animalistic fists, taking a fighting stance.
"I knew it wasn't going to be that easy, Grubitsch Grady" called a voice in an obvious bored tone.
A figure sauntered around the corner and looked at Grubbs leaned over his mother, showing a bloody smile and bloodied and ripped suit with a emerald green striped tie.
"Uncle Miasma?" asked Grubbs, fury in his eyes.
"Yes child, it is me" answered the man.
"But how, how could you!" Grubbs said, standing up in front of his mother and standing in equal stature before the man that killed his mother, seconds away from pummeling the man's face in.
"It was quite simply my boy, but you'll learn that soon enough, amongst all the other wonderful things I have to teach you about the family curse" M said, his arms extending as if to show invisible treasures.
"The family curse? I haven't ever heard anything of a curse" Grubbs said defiantly, his hands tightening into twin blunt weapons of bone and muscle.
"Well do you really think lycanthropy is something you tell a 13 year old boy?" M questioned honest confusion in his eyes, and I would suggest that you loosen your grip, you are no match for me.
Grubbs shoulders slumped. "Well alright then, -sigh- let's get going to whatever wonders you have to show me" Grubbs said, looking at the floor
"Really? I thought you were going to be a little more reluctant to follow me" M asked, disbelief obvious in his eyes and the way his mouth hung open.
"You kidding? I have nowhere to go, what can I do without a mother? Get sent to a loner home?" Grubbs said with a blank face.
"Well alright then, follow me"
"Hold on, I want to get some spare money my mom leaves in the kitchen in case of "emergencies", like anything ever happens out here in the middle of Precinct 14"
"Quite right" M said with a carnivorous smile.
Grubbs made his way into the kitchen, and in noticing that Uncle M didn't follow him he stealthily went to the knife cabinet and slowly pulled out a 7 inch steak knife, then shuffling around aimlessly in other cabinets until M came in and the knife was secure on the inside of Grubbs' boxers, the cold iron pressing against his naked leg.
"Got the money?" M asked finally
"Yeah, it's not much but it's worth taking"
"Well let's get going then" M said with a beckoning, bloodied finger.
When Grubbs started to follow, M curtly turned away and started walking towards the front door.
"Just a second, shouldn't we at least turn off the oven? A fire will attract attention and give us less time to get to wherever we need to go without pursuit" Grubbs asked following M
When M turned around to address the question he faintly saw the image of Grubbs slice at his neck with some sort of jagged knife, he remembered falling then everything went dark.
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