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These drabbles can be read chronologically or not. Dealer's choice. I'm writing them in a progression style but they all pretty much stand alone.
Isaac would be lying if he said he wasn't terrified the night he met Derek.
It was a dark cold night, the kind of night that horror movies were made out of, complete with graveyard. But Isaac was never scared of the graveyard. Oddly enough he found it kind of…peaceful. It was always very quiet and still. Few tend to travel through a graveyard in the middle of the night, minus the stray cat or two that usually keep their distance.
As he works his eyes catch a glimpse of himself in the side mirror of the digger. He frowns and pokes gently at the bruise around his eye, still healing and still tender. His stomach quakes a little as he presses, feeling a little sick. Sick, because normal fathers don't just come up and hit their son. Sick, because normal sons that aren't so weak don't let them.
He tries not to think about it too much. Isaac doesn't want to get distracted. His father needs two more plots dug up tonight before he can go home, and if he wants to sleep in his bed tonight he'll get them done before then. He doesn't want to have to sleep in the freezer again.
In the distance Isaac hears a twig snap which catches his attention. At first he thinks it's one of the aforementioned cats but realizes the sound is too loud for just a cat. He then thinks its kids come to test their metal. But he doesn't hear the usual terrified laughter of kids skittering around the yard on a dare. So what was it?
The light of the digger falls on one of the headstones and a set of long fingers with sharp nails skirt back from the side. "What the hell?" Isaac asks, not sure what that was but damn sure it wasn't kids or a cat.
Before he can ponder more on whatever it is something is charging at him. He doesn't have time to get out of the digger before it's pushed and he's flung from the machine, falling into the new grave as glass from the windshield tumbles in after him.
He can hear something out there. Something…like an animal, like its digging for something. He slowly pulls himself up out of the 6 foot grave to take a peak and can indeed see something digging for something. Something big is digging for something.
Isaac ducks back down into the hole and cowers, hoping it will go away. He looks up and sees there's no way out with the backhoe on top of him. He curses under his breath, rubbing his hand across his face in panic. His dad was going to kill him for this. There was no way he would believe that Isaac was attacked by a wild animal that toppled the digger like a toy. He would just think Isaac was an idiot and messed up, again. He almost hopes whatever is out there will get him just so his pain will at least have a chance of being quick before he dies instead of what his father is going to do to him.
Suddenly, Isaac hears a loud roar cut through the night and the digger is being lifted up. He scurries back as far as he can into a corner thinking 'This is it. I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die in a graveyard in a grave I dug myself.' If he had been thinking clearly he probably would have laughed at the irony.
He hears footsteps and then, standing at the edge of the grave silhouetted by moon light, stood a man little older than Isaac looking down at him with a smirk. "Need a hand?"
Isaac relaxes, realizing he's not going to die. At least not right now. He still has to go home later.
"Y-Yeah, thanks."
"I'm Derek." The other man says once Isaac is pulled free, standing beside him, their hands still clasped from where he had practically dragged the lankier male out with surprising strength.
"I-I'm Isaac. Isaac Lahey."
"Glad to meet you Isaac." And for once, Isaac feels like someone means it.
Yes, the night Isaac met Derek he was terrified. He just wasn't scared of Derek.
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