AUTHOR'S NOTES: Well here it is the next story for my Treaty Chronicles. The monster in this story is a creature from a project my senior English teacher had the class do. The boy that sat behind me thought it up and the picture he drew for it was so cute that I had to make it one of the monsters in my story. I hope you think their cute too. I hope you like this chapter, enjoy and review.
'Til The Casket Drops- The Treaty Chronicles
Story Two: Oh My Gnome
Chapter One:
Kelly's nightmare:
Kelly stood at the center of an apartment building. Darkness surrounded him. He began to spin around, trying to see everything around him. His dark green eyes scanned the room, stopping at a corner. A light came on in that corner and woman stood there.
She wore a long white night gown, her blonde hair made he look familiar to him but he didn't know who she was. She looked over to him, looking him straight in the eyes. She lifted her hand and pointed at something behind him.
Kelly turned around to see what she was pointing at. It was John Winchester, his father's best friend. But he wasn't alone, there was another man standing in front of him. He wasn't someone that Kelly knew, but there was darkness and evil about him that scared him. When the man looked his way he saw something that haunted his nightmares since he was five; a pair of bright yellow eyes stared back at him.
Kelly wanted to leave this apartment then, he wanted to be back with his brothers; they would protect him from this man. They always made him go away from his dreams. But Kelly didn't go anywhere.
He saw John fall to the floor like a bag of potatoes. The yellow eyed man looked at him then, just staring at him. Kelly could feel tears well up in his eyes.
"Uncle John, get up please. Don't just lay there, get up." His voice barley came out as a whisper. Fear held his voice, making it hard for him to say anything. "Uncle John… Uncle John!"
"He's dead little one; he died for his precious son. Just like her." said the yellow eyed man. He pointed to the side of Kelly. Again he turned but this time he turned slowly.
He saw his mother standing there, her long black hair tied in a ponytail, her bangs brushing lightly against her forehead. She looked longingly at him with her almond shaped eyes, a sad smile on her face. "Uhm-ma (1)!" screamed Kelly. He wanted to go to her but he knew what happened next.
She tried to take a step towards him but all of a sudden flames raced around the room, covering the walls and floor. It engulfed them. Kelly could feel the heat from the flames against his face and body. The smoke suffocated his lungs making him cough.
Blood bloomed on her shirt across her heart and stomach. A look of terror came over her face. The memory was playing out like it had happened that day. She tried to move towards her son but her legs wouldn't move. She looked down at her feet and then back at Kelly. "Kelly-!" she screamed.
The flames exploded and engulfed her. Kelly let out a scream that pierced the noise of the flame. The flames died out suddenly, leaving the room in darkness again.
End of Kelly's Dream:
He shot up, panting in his bed; he couldn't get enough air into his lungs. It felt like his lungs were being squeezed tight. Tears welled in his eyes and streamed down his flushed face. His screams had woken his brothers, both of them by his side in seconds.
"Kelly, what's the matter?" asked Caleb as he knelt by the bed. Connor turned so he could look at them. "Did you have a nightmare?"
Kelly couldn't speak, he still couldn't breathe. He began to heave, trying desperately to tell them what he dreamed about. Caleb began to pat his back and rub soothing circles. "Calm down Kelly. Shh, breathe slowly, that's it slowly. Connor, get his inhaler. It's in his backpack." Connor got off the bed and got the inhaler, handing it to Caleb. He put it to Kelly mouth and made him take a puff. "That's it."
Caleb's phone rang then; he looked at the screen and saw who it was. "Hold on Kelly, Connor look after him." He got up and answered. "Hello."
Connor listened to the on sided conversation. The look on Caleb's face was already stern from caring for Kelly but his strong man face fell when he heard what the other person had to say. A look of shock came over him.
"How? Did something happen?" asked Caleb. There was another long pause before he spoke again. "Aright thank you, uh is it okay if we come over there for a bit. Yeah, Kelly just had an attack and I think we need a break for a bit. Yeah, yeah, okay see you then. Bye." Caleb hung up and walked over to the kitchen sink. He leaned against it and put his head down, letting out a long heavy sigh.
"Who was that? What happened?" asked Connor
Caleb ran his hand over his face and sighed again. "That was Bobby, John Winchester's dead."
Kelly's eyes grew large in shock. His dream had come true in a way. He had hoped that it was just that, a dream. He looked over to Connor; he himself was in a state of disbelief. Caleb turned around; he looked at them then walked over. He picked up Kelly in his arms and walked over to his own bed, setting Kelly on his lap.
"What happened?" asked Connor. He moved to the side of the bed and let his feet drape over the side.
Caleb rocked Kelly back and forth in his arms slowly, though Kelly had calmed down already, he loved having his older brother hold him. "He said that the demon got him before he could get it."
"How are Sam and Dean taking it? Are they okay?" asked Kelly softly.
"Well, we'll see soon because we're going to go see Bobby. I think we need a break from hunting. You two need to get caught up with your school work."
"How are we supposed to catch up with our school work if we're going to Bobby's?" stated Connor, his tone was sarcastic but his voice was quiet.
His older brother would have none of that no matter how small or quiet it was. "Well smart ass, you're going to do home schooling for a bit. We leave in an hour, get dressed and your bags together." He set Kelly down on his feet and kneeled down in front of him so they were eye to eye. "You alright kiddo?" he asked quietly so only he could hear.
Kelly nodded and clutched the front of his shirt in his trembling hands. Caleb sighed once again, giving Kelly a small smile. "Okay, we'll talk about it when we're safe and sound at Bobby's. Now go get your bag ready."
Within an hour they were in the car again, leaving on place to go to another. Kelly leaned against the back passenger window, his head against the cool glass. Thoughts whirled through his mind. 'Uncle John's dead. Did they yellowed eyed demon really kill him, and if he did, why? Why did I dream about it too?'
It would take three days to get to Bobby's. It scared Kelly to think about the way John died. The demon had said in his dream that John had died to save his son. But which one did he save and from what?
At the end of a street lined with large homes laid a house that had a beautiful garden and lawn. This home was the oldest in the neighborhood and was believed to be haunted by the local people. Some thought that a murder had taken place there. But in reality it was none of that.
The home may have been crumbling around itself but the garden remained the same, beautiful. The flowers always bloomed in the spring, never really dying, and some town folk would say that they bloomed all year round.
What scared the people most weren't the blooming flowers, but the small gnomes that surrounded the home. Each little colorful gnome ranged from the size of a large baby to the size of a small doll. All of them wore a small smile on their faces with unblinking porcelain eyes.
Some people would swear up and down that the gnomes would move if you got too close to the garden but most would write it off as a trick of the eyes. Some say they would blink. But either way, no one ever really dared to venture into the garden.
A man ran down the street, trying his best to stay out of the light of the police car chancing him. He looked around desperately trying to find a place to hide with the moon and street lamps as his only guides. He got to the end of the street and saw the old house. He looked over his shoulder quickly, hearing the sirens before he saw them. With a quick decision he jumped the gate and ran through the garden.
His foot snagged on something causing him to come crashing down on his stomach. He looked over his shoulder at his feet and saw a vine wrapped around his ankles. He turned over onto his back and tried to get them off. "Come on, come the fuck off already. What is this stuff anyway?" he tugged and tugged but they wouldn't come off. He threw himself back against the ground and sighed.
To the right of him he heard a rustle in the flower bed. He looked over in that direction and saw a little gnome standing there. It startled him until he realized that it was only a porcelain gnome. "You scared me little guy." He felt a tug on the vines around his ankles. When he looked down he saw another gnome standing there. This one was bigger than the one in front of the flower bed. This time he screamed.
A group of them formed around him, all different sizes and colors. The man just looked at them with wide eyes, fear obvious. The gnomes seemed to close in on him. He tried to swat them away but the first one his hand connected with latched on to him. Its little hands wrapped around his wrist holding it in place as other grabbed a hold of him too.
They began to crawl over him, once they had him held down, he felt like needles were piercing his skin all over. "Ahh! Let go!" he screamed but they didn't let go. They continued to bite him, tearing at his flesh to get the blood out. His screams pierced the night's silence.
When the police finally found him, they found him in the garden. He was lying in the grass on his back; his face was pointed to the night sky. His eyes were blank and lifeless. Pieces of his clothes were missing and blood gushed out of cut that were underneath.
"Um, dispatch, we found the guy, but it seems that something attacked him." said one of the officers into his radio. "I think he's dead." The officers looked around the garden, only finding the gnomes staring back at them. "We need the coroners out here to collect the body." He put away the radio and looked at his partner. "Let's wait for them outside, those thing are giving me the creep. Never liked gnomes anyway." His partner nodded in agreement. "Wonder what killed him?"
Bobby sat in his study surrounded by his books and papers, at the moment he was yelling at someone on the phone. "No, I did not say that you dumb ass. Listen to my voice very carefully now, you're an idiotic moron!" he slammed the phone down on its cradle. He got up from his chair and walked to the window, outside he saw two boys walking up to the front of the house.
He walked to the front and opened the door for Sam and Dean. "How did it go?" He had sent them go check on a couple of murders two towns away.
Dean pushed past Bobby and walked into the house followed by Sam. "Well we couldn't find anything really, and the coroner is doing the autopsy tonight so we're going back tomorrow." Sam said as he walked towards the study.
Dean was already sitting in one of the chair leaning back on the back legs. Sam and Bobby sat behind the desk. "You should have seen the poor guy; some of his skin was missing from his arms, legs and face. It was gruesome." Dean said with a small smile.
Bobby poured the boys something to drink from his bottle and passed it to them. They drank in silence for a minute then Bobby began to ask questions again. "Was there anything odd about the wounds?"
Dean gave a deep laugh and answered. "What wasn't odd about it, the man was torn up."
Sam sighed and placed his glass back on the desk. "The man's body look like it was torn apart by something. The police think a wild dog got a hold of him, but I'm not too sure. I mean the body did have teeth marks but they looked too small for a dog that could do that."
"We're going to go back tomorrow to look at the scene where the guy died at." said Dean as he poured himself another drink. He gulped it then stood up, "Well I'm going to go work on my baby. Call me if you need anything."
Bobby and Sam looked at him as he walked out the door. Sam turned to Bobby and gave a big sigh. "Do you think he's alright?"
Bobby ran his hand over his untrimmed face and thought for a minute. "Just give him time Sam; he'll come around to dealing with it some time. He's just not one to show what he's feeling inside, that's all."
"Yeah, yeah, I guess so."
An hour later; Dean was still outside working on the car while the sun began to set. He pulled his head up from under the hood to see a gray Nissan pathfinder pull up in front of the drive way of Bobby's house. He whipped his hands on a discarded rag and went to see who it was.
The first one to get out was the driver; all Dean saw was the back of the man. He turned around and reached into the back seat and pulled out a small boy that looked like him. The driver spotted Dean and smiled at him. "Hey Dean, long time no see." He said "Why don't you come help your favorite cousin, Caleb, out."
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Well, whatcha think, good or no. I hope you liked it, cause I liked when I made the guy get eaten by gnomes. Can you guess what the name of the monster is? It's quite simple if you think about it. Please review if you read this. Summerstar is out, bye bye. See you next time.