One Wrong Turn- Prologue
Prequel to Madness
"...Written by codename:penguin and the-vampire-act. This prologue's by me, but next chap is all hers :) R&R?"
20 Years Ago...
Evan was playing in his backyard with his older brother, carelessly throwing around a football. He screamed as the football hit his head again, causing Hank to roll his eyes.
"Grow up! It's not going to hurt you!"
"Then why does my head hurt?" Evan whined.
"Fine, I'll get you some ice." Hank grumbled. With a smile from Evan, he reentered their house to retrieve the ice.
Evan glanced around his backyard as he waited for his brother. His eyes darted around, feeling as If something was off. Suddenly, he heard a scream and decided to follow the sound. He ran until he was against the side of someone's house, two people arguing inside.
"Damn it! You are an idiot!" a woman yelled.
"You know NOTHING about me!" a man hissed back.
"I've known you for years now; we're in a relationship. You need to tell me where you've been sneaking off to all those nights!"
"I don't owe you anything." he snarled. The woman gasped at her husband's attitude toward her; never before had he acted like this. Before she could say another word, he was storming out of the door. Knowing that she wasn't getting any answers, she huffed and went to her bathroom...
Evan followed the man behind the trees as to make sure he didn't see him. The older man stormed off into an abandoned shack, immediately followed by the sounds of someone screaming and objects being tossed around. "NO!" Evan heard someone cry out. "I-I have a son. He-his father died! I'm the only thing he has left! Please!" But her attempts were useless. As a bullet was fired at her, she stopped screaming. She limped on the floor, blood pooling out from underneath her. Evan could make out the shape of the man he had first seen as he hastily threw towels around her to soak up the blood. He cleaned up the rest of the mess before throwing them all into a bag. Once he was done cleaning up, he threw the bag into a fireplace, burning all evidence that a crime had even taken place.
Suddenly, the man looked out the window. Evan gasped as his eyes locked with his, suddenly fearing for his life. He took of running after that, afraid the man would also kill him. Evan didn't know if the man ever went after him, because he had taken off so quick that he didn't have time to look back...
When he finally reached home, Hank was glowering at him. "Where did you run off to?" he barked.
"Oh, sorry Hank! I-I threw the football, but I lost it, so I went looking for it..." Evan stammered.
"Hey, relax! I was just kidding. Now put this ice on your head so we can start round two." Hank smirked. Evan groaned, unhappy to hear Hank wanted to play still. But as he put the ice on his head, he didn't think about football, rather he thought about what he had just witnessed...
The man in the shed quickly grabbed a carpet from his large pile of them. He spread it out on the floor and rolled the woman's dead body into it. Carefully, he picked it up and headed out to his car, where he would drive to the ocean and dump the body.
He wasn't worried about the kid; even if he did tell someone, he doubted they would believe him. Kids make stories up all the time. Why would a parent believe their young son if he said he had just witnessed a murder? And, anyways, he doubted the kid would actually say anything. He walked out to his car, a careless smile- no, smirk- on his face. As he drove off, he didn't even notice that the kid was still watching...
Evan gulped as he watched the man he had seen in the 'woods' drive off. He knew he should tell someone, but he didn't know who to tell or if anyone would believe him. Sighing, he decided to try and forget about the incident.
Hank noticed that Evan's ice was melting. He took the melted ice as a sign that they had both waited long enough since they played. He picked up the football and held it up so Evan could see it. He made a little motion at it, as if asking him if he was ready to play. Evan nodded with a fake smile before getting up and finally letting the ice bag fall to the ground.
"Go long!"
All through the beginning of the game, Evan's mind kept racing back to the dead body. Toward the end of the game, though, he was distracted enough to almost completely forget about it. Only for the two weeks following what Evan had witnessed did he think about what had happened. He dreamt about it for a week after that. Finally, after about a month, he had all but forgotten about- his mother's death, his father's slight depression, his brother's refusal to talk, and his own ill at-ease mind taking the murder's place in his thoughts...
If he could remember the murder, he would ask himself which painful memory was worse, although he didn't think he would know the answer to that question.
"...Alright, my usual pretty short prologue. Up next: the present! R&R?"
