(This is an another update version just F.Y.I...)
Warring!: Before reading this you should know that this story is more Dark than Horror.
So this is your, gore and not so scary warring right now. If that's not you're looking for than look else where otherwise, hope you enjoy.
Prologue: Dreadful Bells
DING, DONG
Sounds of a foreboding church bell ego in the far distance, creating a feeling of dread to those who hear it. A dark figure whizzed through the thick, blacken forest, a flash of lighting lit up the forest for a second helping the character see its way. Panic, betrayal, and fear rush through the figure's head as it heard the dreaded bells over and over and over again.
DING, DONG, DING
Far down the hill where the character had fled from was a village where the dreadful bells were held. There was a large, burning house slowly turned to ashes. Black smoke rose from the house and into the night sky while different smaller lights follow the figure. Sounds of angry villagers are yelling, growling of hounds, sounds of gunshots grew closer and closer. The figure tearfully whispered, tightly gripping the leather bag around its shoulder.
"Scum-bag... scum-bag... scum... I'd trusted you... I'd trusted you... Scum-bag... scum..." endlessly repeated as it fled.
DING, DONG
The figure stumbled onto a clearing; the moonlight up above revealed the character to be a young man before dark clouds covered it, the clouds let out another flash of lighting before it began to pour. His white blouse and dark green vest stained a dark red, most likely caused by the open wounds that covered his sore body and or from a different source. The young man fallen onto his knees, breathing heavily while choking on his own tears and blood. He dropped his bag onto the wet dirt, falling out of the burnt bag was a large black book, it whistled as the markings on the cover glowed a crimson red.
DING, DONG, DING
Falling onto his arms leaning over the glowing book, trying his hardest to pick himself off the muddy ground. His arms and limbs shook violently before he fell completely onto the book. Hearing a concerned whistle under him, the weak, teary-eyed young man slowly pulled the book under him. The book moved in his hand with another whistle, it tried to jump out of the man's hands, but he held on tight as he could.
The endless feeling of helplessness and despair gradually consumed him. His will to live was eaten bit by bit from the crawling doom coming towards him. Clutching the book close to his chest, once he did he begin to sob. The book screeched in a concerned manner at him jerking around in his arms, almost like it was trying to motivate him to get up, but he just clutches the book even tighter. There was nowhere left to hide, freedom is out of his reach, this was the end. His faith was set, nothing he can do now can save him from the place he was going when it was all over. Now, he was just waiting for the villagers or him to end it all finally... Then, he lifted his right hand. Looking at the glowing red mark that scarred his hand so long ago; matching perfectly with the markings on the living book. He stared at it for a moment, hearing the anger cries, howls and shots in the distance spark something deep inside him. Something twisted that he thought he'd buried a time long ago but dug its way into his heart, mind, and soul.
DING, DONG
Instantly, with a sinister plan set his in mind, he drew a ring into the mud with his right hand, trying his best to match the marking on the book as well as he can while making sure not to let the book go in his other. The book hissed, trying to break free of his grip with no avail. The booked glowed brighter; a sudden burning sensation was forming on the man's right hand and slowly spread to every part of his body. He had felt it several times before but never been so painful. The men bared his teeth, using all is might continue his plan. Finally finishing the Pacific details of his plan into the ground, he lightly kissed the cover book before placing it into the ring and held it down tight with both hands. The book screeched and thrashed as the man's body burn like the pits of hell was under him, but he didn't care, not anymore. Softly, he chanted words only a select few he once knew could understand.
Not far away from him, a sound of something rattles in the bushes while something is dragging across the ground, heading towards him. A flash of lighting and a grumble of thunder shook the forest, almost greeting the sounds behind the young, wounded man. He didn't need to turn his head around to know who's coming towards him with a blood-soaked ax.
DING, DONG, DING
The muddy ring shimmered a bright red, getting brighter as the young man chanting grew louder and louder. The book continued to protest against the man's chanting, using all its might to escape. Black, demonic hands crawled out of the ground, wrapping itself around the book. The young man weakly smiled at the book, a tear going down his cheek as he let go of the book. The arms pulled the screeching book into the ground, disappearing with the ring as the bloody ax swung down onto the man.
DING, DONG, DING...
End of Prologue...
Writer's Notes: Well then... There's not laughs in this opening. Ha, ah...
Like I was saying before, this story is more Dark than Horror. I really wish there was a Dark tag on FanFiction, because there is a difference between something scary or creepy happening than something fuck up happening. Not only that but I wish there were more tags like AU, Slice of Life, and have simpler tags.
Mainly because I feel like most people don't fully understand the tags, like using a tag that doesn't fit the story or doesn't fulfill the story. Yes, I know these tags are professional but more people understand what Sad is than Angst.
Sorry for the short rant. Thank you for reading this, this is my turn in for Ninjavember and I hope you like it.
If not, you'll rant about it in the comment... Next chapter will have comedy I swear. Also let me know if I should change this to an M rating if things get too out of hand for a T rating.