So I haven't been able to work on Phantom Enemy AT ALL. Which really frustrates me but I DO have the (prob) finished 1st chapter of my book! This is something I wrote on my own and is not related to Httyd. Sorry ): I'd like to get your feedback on it and if you have any suggestions that you feel would make it better, please tell me! I've got pretty thick skin so if you see a mistake don't sugar coat it. You can just lay it on me lol. It's a wee bit gory at the end. Nothing terrible at all, but I just felt like I should say something bc I have a friend who would be given nightmares about this. She scares easily lol She literally refused to read it...BUUUUT anyways, chapter 1 of Sabine!

Chapter 1

"Come on! What? You scared?" Josh taunted, waving an accusing finger at his friend.

David Scoffed, "No! I just don't see how sneaking into an abandoned warehouse at 11:00 at night is a good idea."

"Oh come on! It'll be fun!" Josh argued, giving his friend a playful punch to the shoulder

"Ugh! Fine," David agreed reluctantly, throwing his arms up in defeat.

"Yes! Now come on, will you?" Josh laughed.

David sighed. How is this a good idea? He thought incredulously as he followed his crazy best friend toward the foreboding industrial building. He looked up at the huge, intimidating steel door littered with graffiti and steel bars welding it closed. His flashlight beam danced across the walls, revealing even more graffiti. David would much rather be spending his Friday night at home with a box of Domino's pizza, binging The Walking Dead on Netflix. Definitely not breaking into an old warehouse that, for all they knew, could be haunted.

"You gonna help?" his friend's questioning voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He turned toward his left and saw Josh, who was currently tugging at the wooden boards that sealed off a window, which was suspended about four and a half feet off the ground. His tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. Combining that, his stupid leather jacket, and his Loose Denim Trousers; he looked like an idiot.

"What the heck are you doing?" David sighed.

"Getting us in," He chuckled rebelliously as he pulled the last board free, revealing the dirty glass of the window.

David let out another exasperated sigh. "I really don't think we should be doing this." He said nervously.

"Ahh, no sense of adventure," Josh said, shaking his head. He laid his eyes on a piece of concrete coming loose from the cracking pavement beneath their feet and pried it free. Josh reared his right arm back, aimed, and fired. There was a sound of glass shattering and the thud of concrete landing on the warehouse floor. Every sound echoed in the vast emptiness of the old building. Josh gingerly removed the few remaining shards of glass before pushing himself up onto the window sill, twisting so he was facing the inside, and ducked in.

"Come on dude!" David heard him yell from inside the lightless warehouse.

David let out a long, agitated breath. I'm looking for a new best friend after this. He walked up to the window, stared at it for a minute, then followed Josh.

His flashlight's beam only going as far as ten feet before getting swallowed by the darkness. And it was eerily quiet apart from their echoing footfalls. The dank air and metallic scent of rust was overpowering. They walked all the way to the other side, and took notice of the fact that it was practically empty except for a couple ancient steel tables pressed up against the far side.

They were passing the far-right side when Josh's light caught something in its ray. It was the railing to an aged iron staircase that hugged the wall in the far-right corner.

"Sweet! Looks like there's an upstairs. Let's go check it out."

How did he talk me into this? David wondered.

Josh let out an excited cackle. "Come on! Don't be such a chicken." He said for the umpteenth time, grabbing David's arm and dragging him toward the intimidating staircase.

"I'm not a chicken," David protested, "I'm just reasonably concerned about breaking and entering into an abandoned building late at night, like any sane person would be."

The stairs did not look safe, and the railing was ready to break at any moment. David started to wonder if his friend had a death wish. Every step they took, the staircase would wobble and let out a low pitched moan. Why am I even doing this?

Once they reached the top of the staircase, they were greeted with a short, narrow hallway. At the end was a silver iron door with the words DO NOT ENTER painted in red on the top. There was a strange, dull orange glow seeping from the gap between the door and the floor.

"Well, I guess that's that. It says 'Do not enter.'" David suggested hopefully.

"Which is exactly why we should enter. I mean they're practically inviting us in now." Josh persuaded.

David let out an irritated grumble, but otherwise didn't protest. In all honesty, he was starting to get a bit curious as to what was behind that door. Why would the rest be completely unkept and dark, but this room brightly lit? Guess there was only one way to find out.

They made their way down the small corridor, single file. The floor creaked and groaned under their weight. Once they reached the door, Josh slowly turned the handle and pushed the door open to reveal another vast empty room. Except this one wasn't quiet… they could hear a faint rasping, similar to the sound of laboured breathing, and a foul, musty smell that filled the boys' nostrils. Josh, ever the daredevil, entered first. Since the door was nestled against the left wall, he had to turn to the right to get a good look at the room. David could see him visibly stiften and heard him whisper, "Oh, sweet Lord." He rushed in to see what had his friend so frightened. David turned toward the center of the room where the light and sounds came from, and drew in a sharp breath at what greeted him. He staggered backward, his vision swimming. Before him lay a sickly looking, emaciated girl, or women, he couldn't tell. She was strapped to a table by the wrists and ankles like some sick science experiment. Her chest rose and fell in quick, ragged breaths. She was in nothing but dirty bindings and underwear, which, despite the severity of the situation, made him blush and want to look away. She was covered in dirt and grime. Her forehead was beaded with sweat, and her head rolled to the side. Her hair so dirty and matted that it was unclear what color it was. From where he was standing, David couldn't tell if she was conscious or not. Her body was coated in a crusty, dark brownish-red substance. Thick, crimson colored liquid oozed and bubbled from her right knee, which was bent at an extremely awkward angle.

Blood, so much blood. Was David's last thought before everything went black.