Author's Note: I'm not particularly proud of this, but it's my first
fanfic, so please review.
The boy had been along this path over a hundred times with his pet companion, but had never seen the house before. He had been walking along the beach, up a familiar, sparsely grassy hill, when the dog had given a whine and they'd seemingly walked through some crevice of time, and the wind was different. With a heavier shadow and a tickle of dread he'd galloped over the hill, and then he saw the house. A regular blue wooden house that had simply never been there before. The house seemed eerily quiet, even though the wind blowing into the boy's ears made it impossible to hear anything. The boy stared at it in paralyzed awe, until his dog made a strange apprehensive squeel and and began backing away. The boy turned as its legs took flight back down the hill. He opened his mouth to call to it, and then-
BOOM.
There was a sudden explosion of green light flooding from every crevice of the house. The boy fell in alarm and covered his eyes while a faint ringing crept into his ears. For an endless moment he sat like that, until the air, which had been stilled by the explosion, picked up wind again. He wanted to run, but then a noise mingled very faintly with the wind met his ears. A small, desperate, terrified scream.
The boy gasped in the next moment, not because he heard the woman's fearful pleading, but because it was cut off by another cruel explosion of icy green light. This time he didn't have a chance to cover his eyes, and the blinding light clouded his entire vision, making him suddenly very weak, and very scared. When the second conflagration of green had died, the boy trembled and called for his dog. It did not come.
He stood up, slowly, fighting to control his violently shaking legs. He had meant to run, but now he only stood there, shivering and grasping his arms. He was cemented on the spot, wondering if another explosion would come. But it didn't.
Instead he heard a scream. It was not like the other screams. It was an agonized, horrible, thunderously furious scream. A loud electric crack vibrated from every splinter of wood on the house, and green smoke leaked from every crack or window, billowing from the chimney like a forked tongue. At the same time the house, now quivering weakly just like the boy, swayed and slowly collapsed, as if it has lost a battle with whatever tyrant it contained. It seemed that the more it emptied itself of the toxic green mist, the more it weakened and fell to the ground, and by the time it fell to complete shambles a thin blanket of green fog was floating above it, which was gradually carried away by the wind.
The boy was still standing. For an instant, he couldn't move. Then, tripping twice before he managed to break into a full run, he sprinted away, his eyes and mouth stretched into a silent scream.
By the time he reached the bottom of the hill, it was too late to hear the muffled crying of an infant underneath the remnants of the broken house, alive and alone.
The boy had been along this path over a hundred times with his pet companion, but had never seen the house before. He had been walking along the beach, up a familiar, sparsely grassy hill, when the dog had given a whine and they'd seemingly walked through some crevice of time, and the wind was different. With a heavier shadow and a tickle of dread he'd galloped over the hill, and then he saw the house. A regular blue wooden house that had simply never been there before. The house seemed eerily quiet, even though the wind blowing into the boy's ears made it impossible to hear anything. The boy stared at it in paralyzed awe, until his dog made a strange apprehensive squeel and and began backing away. The boy turned as its legs took flight back down the hill. He opened his mouth to call to it, and then-
BOOM.
There was a sudden explosion of green light flooding from every crevice of the house. The boy fell in alarm and covered his eyes while a faint ringing crept into his ears. For an endless moment he sat like that, until the air, which had been stilled by the explosion, picked up wind again. He wanted to run, but then a noise mingled very faintly with the wind met his ears. A small, desperate, terrified scream.
The boy gasped in the next moment, not because he heard the woman's fearful pleading, but because it was cut off by another cruel explosion of icy green light. This time he didn't have a chance to cover his eyes, and the blinding light clouded his entire vision, making him suddenly very weak, and very scared. When the second conflagration of green had died, the boy trembled and called for his dog. It did not come.
He stood up, slowly, fighting to control his violently shaking legs. He had meant to run, but now he only stood there, shivering and grasping his arms. He was cemented on the spot, wondering if another explosion would come. But it didn't.
Instead he heard a scream. It was not like the other screams. It was an agonized, horrible, thunderously furious scream. A loud electric crack vibrated from every splinter of wood on the house, and green smoke leaked from every crack or window, billowing from the chimney like a forked tongue. At the same time the house, now quivering weakly just like the boy, swayed and slowly collapsed, as if it has lost a battle with whatever tyrant it contained. It seemed that the more it emptied itself of the toxic green mist, the more it weakened and fell to the ground, and by the time it fell to complete shambles a thin blanket of green fog was floating above it, which was gradually carried away by the wind.
The boy was still standing. For an instant, he couldn't move. Then, tripping twice before he managed to break into a full run, he sprinted away, his eyes and mouth stretched into a silent scream.
By the time he reached the bottom of the hill, it was too late to hear the muffled crying of an infant underneath the remnants of the broken house, alive and alone.