TYRANT!
Chapter 13 - The Aluminum Baseball Bat (Or 'Watching Themselves')
As Craig marched up the stairs, he began to feel a little uneasy. Although he himself didn't know why, he started to get a gut feeling... a bad gut feeling. His pace of walking then slowed, and he stopped just infront of his bedroom door. "I shouldn't go up there just barehanded." he thought to himself. Craig knew there wasn't going to be a B.O.W or some kind of deranged experiment up there, since that was only in movies and fanfictions, but he wanted to be sure... of his safety.
He peered into his room for a second, then took out his aluminum baseball bat that layed next to the door. He laughed to himself as he swung it around loosely. "It's not the BEST type of protection, but this Steve doesn't seem like a bad guy anyways!" he thought.
Well, although he was right, it wasn't the BEST weapon, he did have a very good arm. He beat Ross so many times in armwrestling at school he lost track of his victories! "Alright, let's go!" Craig cheered to himself. He held the bat loosely in his hand as he continued to approach the attic. He began to feel a bit nervous now. But that was okay! Fully natural!
...Craig then froze when he saw the battered and totalled door frame. It looked asthough something very large forced itself through... his grip tightened on the bat. He shook his head quickly. "Pull yourself together, Craig. Jeez." he sighed to himself. He clasped his pale hand around the doorknob, and lightly turned it. With a small click, the destroyed door began to open.
Boy, talking about this was a helluva lot easier than actually doing it. Craig didn't know what was holding him back. Why was he scared? It was just another guy like him....
...VMMM. VMMMM. The sound of the heater in the attic echoed calmly. It acted like a white noise for Craig, as his eyes darted around the room. "...Steve?" he called, but there was no reply. His voice only bounced off the walls and lightly echoed... "Steve?"
Craig walked further into the attic. The silence began to make him sweat nervously. He felt his heart beating faster, he began to feel asthough he wasn't in his body anymore. He felt like he was watching himself. His now warm hand tightened slightly on the bat. "S-Steve?" he stammered, his steps slow and cautious, as he advanced further into the room...
...Steve had heard the door creak open ; he knew someone was here in the attic with him. But, he had reacted quickly, and now hid, crouching, behind a large oak armoire. He sat there, trying not to peek around the corner at who it was. Well... not now anyways. Maybe when the mood simmered down a bit. If he peeked now, he'd be caught for sure!
"Steve!" he heard the voice repeat. He covered his face in his clawed hands. His name... the person knew his name! But it wasn't Roberts or Wilson, and it sure as hell wasn't Haylen. Maybe it was Dr. Haylen's nephew? Hm.... could be. But why woud HE be up here? Did Haylen feel so bad for Steve that she ended up telling her niece and nephew? Hm... could be. Steve could feel his large tyrant heart beating faster, as he began to feel asthough he wasn't in his body anymore... he was watching himself....
... Craig examined all of the objects in the room. Although it WAS a mess, Craig could tell it was lived in by somebody. Craig sighed, and lowered his head. "...Must've left." he said to himself, his grip loosening on the bat again. Heh, all that stress for nothing! He knew he was overreacting! ... JEEZ!
...Steve slowly stood up from behind the armoire. Dr. Haylen must've told her niece and nephew about him! How else would they know his name? He began to calm down, as he glanced over to see who was there. He squinted, but he still couldn't make out the figure. "Oh yeah... bad eyesight..." he thought. He could tell that it was someone short, with very vibrant red hair... but he couldn't quite make out the face. He grumbled to himself, and stayed in the shadows.
...Craig sighed again to himself. "Darn," he moaned, tapping the floor with his bat. "I knew something like this was going to happen! You always think he's gonna find someone then BAM! Empty room!!" Craig then held the bat over his shoulder. "Ah well. It was pretty suspenseful while it lasted!!" he laughed.
With a calmed heart, and a good laugh, Craig then turned around, and began to waltz out of the attic.
Just as he was about to leave, he saw something out of the corner of his eye... a human head, with greyish-green hair, slumped, looking downwards... behind the armoire. Although from where he stood he couldn't quite see the face, or the body, maybe... Craig's eyebrows narrowed curiously as he began to back-track and approach the head. Was it?
His hands became sweaty again, he felt his face become warm. "Steve..." he repeated. The head jolted then withdrew backwards quickly, like it was frightened by comething. Craig then clentched his bat tightly, as he leapt behind the armoire where the head was.
...He now saw the large creature that was back there, and he immediately froze. His heart began to beat quickly, he felt a sudden rushing adrenaline .
Just then, unconsciously, his grasp on his bat tightened tenfold, and with his adrenaline strength filled body, he let out a deafening scream of terror, and swung the bat at the creature's head full-force.....