'Dreamhouse Kings' Fan Fiction

Stuck

Chapter 3: Thursday, 8:12 PM

The wall in Taksidian's living room self-imploded; an old Volkswagen Beetle crashing through. Debris flew everywhere, dust filled the air. Taksidian let go of Xander's throat, somehow disappearing somewhere. Xander dropped to the floor and coughed, covering himself with a table that had toppled over on its side. A large piece of wall hit the table, almost knocking it out of place.

"Dad…?" Xander squeaked, his voice scratchy from the constant struggle to breathe in the cloudy air. He lifted himself from behind the table, gasping at the sight of the-what used to be-living room.

The beetle sat in the space where the window once sat, showing you the outside world. Well, if Taksidian even opened his curtains.

Xander slowly stepped around the sharp pieces of the brick wall and glass window towards the car. Mr. King had leaned over the steering wheel, his head bleeding. The windshield blocked Xander's view to how bad it was.

"Dad! Wake up!" he shouted, ignoring the scratches he felt through his jeans to his skin, hastily stumbling to the driver's window. He forced the door open, pushing debris out of the way, almost crushing his knuckles, pulling and shoving concrete back, nearly dropping them back on his hands. He finally reached his father, shaking him.

"Dad! Dae is in trouble! He needs our help!" Xander shouted. Mr. King didn't budge. He groaned a little, but didn't move or open his eyes.

Xander ran his fingers through his hair, grabbing and pulling at the brown locks. He forced himself not to cry. He leaned over, groaning in pain and frustration, afraid of what to do.

A murderer was after his family, his Dad wasn't waking up after his crash through the predator's home, and Dae was somehow in this house, needing desperate help.

"God…help me, what do I do?" he whimpered, showing his emotional side for the millionth time since his family got into this mess. At this very moment, he wished he could feel his mother's warm embrace, whispering that everything would be all right.

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David rested his head on the hard, rocky wall. He'd spent so much time screaming, he didn't know if he'd ever get out. His throat felt raw and sore. His screams echoed off the wet brick prison, almost like there was no exit, even at the top from where he'd been thrown.

"Xan…der…" he groaned, his throat causing him pain. He held his bloody hand to his neck, feeling tears on his face. Warm, sticky blood from his leg was almost dripping from his hands. He held his wound for so long, he didn't even know if it was helping or not. It was pitch black dark all around him. Not that he would be able to see anyway; his eyes were glued shut with stinging tears, smeared blood, and fear. Fear of opening them to find Taksidian staring into his eyes, about to torture him again. Taksidian and his ruthless addiction to torture and death, even on innocent kids.

David cried out and moaned in absolute pain, almost fainting a few times from loss and air in his lungs. His sobs echoed off the walls and back to his ears, causing him to clench his fists and hit the walls, over and over. He didn't know if his hands were getting cut and bloody or if it was the blood from his leg, but he felt more warm liquid pour down from his hands to his arms. He held his aching fists to his chest.

There was no use in telling himself to calm down. How could he calm himself down in a place where the ground was littered with corpses, mud and dirt? He couldn't even fathom that his body could become one of the corpses if he bled out to death.

I'm only twelve years old! I can't handle this!

David shut his eyes tightly, giving himself a pounding headache. He stared up at the place where he'd dropped from, seeing a tiny faint light from under the door stream onto the opposite wall. He continued to look up, hoping he'd hear a voice, but he heard nothing.

I can't fall asleep…I'm already feeling dizzy.

David didn't have to see in colour to know that he was getting weak from blood loss. He thought his cut wasn't deep enough because it was near the bone, but he was wrong. He knew now that he probably could die from a cut that Taksidian gave him, no matter how shallow.

David could feel himself going to sleep. He begged his eyes to stay awake, but the feel of his heartbeat through his painful hands and leg said otherwise. He wanted so bad to not feel the pain. Sleeping was the only way.

If he fell asleep, would he wake again?

David knocked his head against the wall gently, just enough to keep from sleeping. It worked for maybe five or ten minutes, but soon enough, his head just slanted against the rock wall, water streaming down from only God knows where.

David…!

Great…now I'm hearing voices…

"Dae!"

David's eyes shot open, only to be shut again from his pounding head. Maybe knocking it against the wall, no matter how gentle, wasn't a good idea.

"I'm…he—here!" David called out softly, only to have his throat fight against his attempted shouts.

"Dae! Where are you?!" Xander called out, worry and hopefulness in his voice.

"I'm here…! I'm down…here! Xan…der!" David choked on his words. He had lost his voice, unable to call for help when his brother was only above him.

"David!" Xander screamed. Any other calls he made were falling away. He was walking away.

"Xander! I'm here…! Help…me!" David called, more tears streaming down his face.

"David…" Xander's voice echoed, walking farther away from him. David cried out in sobs, his throat literally killing him. His whole body was killing him.

With one last scream for his life, David clenched his jaw, yelling as loud as he could.

"Xander! I'm down here! Are you deaf?!"

David heard footsteps, then silence. A few more steps, then the door opening above him.

"David? What are you doing down there?" Xander asked, immediately seeing his little brother clenching his fists to his stomach and his injured leg.

"Oh my gosh…what did he do to you?" Xander asked, not getting an answer. David only made squeaks after the scream. It was all he could mutter; sounds of pain.

"I'll help you out. I'll be right down! Just hold on, okay?" Xander called, searching for a way down. It wasn't a far drop, just a bit difficult to see where he was going.

David felt a wave of happiness flow over him, not feeling the pain of his throat, hands, and leg as much. It was like the sound of his brother's made whole body numb, in the comfortable way.

Thank you Lord…