Warnings: A really dark chapter compared to the rest. This could be a little scary, so I'm pushing the rating of the chap. To PG-13.

Spoilers: No spoilers, just dark.

Author's note: Hey everyone, like I said I would be updating today, so that this weekend there would be two new chapters, and here it is. This one is short for a purpose, and dark for another one. Bare in mind to all those that don't like to read sad or a bit scary of things might want to breath before they read this cause I don't want to be yelled at. Ok anyways, here ya go. Hope you like, and review.

Chapter Four: Darkness falls

Darkness, a place scary to many, a thing that children fear, and beg for a parent to turn on a night light just to push it away. Fear drives the darkness; but hidden fear is more appetizing and fueling to the hunger that never satisfies. And though the light pushes it back, it is always waiting for its chance, waiting where shadows settle at the boundaries of light.

The fear is immense but some fight it, and yet do they win? No one knows for if they do win the battle they soon forget the fear, and all memory of it slips away making it hard to remember and even harder to believe, turning it into a tale, a fable even, but for those that do not win, where do they go?

No one really knows.

For children they face it with trembling feet, shaky arms, dancing eyes that search for a monster, a demon that they could not see, though they feel it creeping upon their skin, and crawling across their mind, sending a cool shiver down their spin, making their already trembling legs weaker. The coolness making Goosebumps sprout, and fear intensify. Finally realization hits and they know that being afraid isn't going to help them in anyway, but they do not know how to get rid of fear when it is already in place. Trying to nudge that fear aside, and quieting the thoughts that plague their mind, they reach with determination towards that source of security and only source of light. With a small shaky tug the light goes out.

Darkness falls, something hits the floor, and the night-light is out of their grasp, out of their reach.

Whispers.

Something is calling out, but not to them, not yet. They groan, yell and scream, while others are patient, motherly even. These voices mixing in with each other sounding like a gust of angry wind pushing past, sending cold air into the child's lungs. The words so jumbled that they couldn't be understood, but it causes a frantic feeling, a desperate need to get away.

Breathingaccelerating, fear sinking deeper, trembling increasing, heart hammering, blood pounding, head aching and all a petrified person could do is stand there scared and alone. A though comes to them RUN! But were too? They have nowhere to run where darkness couldn't find them. There are always shadows, everywhere, never going away, so where should they turn.

RUN! That is the way to get out, the only answer. A male voice said piercing the mist of the other voices, this one trying to help. Try to get away, do everything you can to leave this place.

The shaking feet are itching to run, to jump into the bed of a parent, or guardian. To have arms go around them in a warm embrace, to hear words of soothing, a voice that they are familiar with telling them that they will be alright, that nothing would get to them, and nothing will hurt them not while they are around. This embrace only lasting a few more years, until the child has grown, and felt to embraced to have a parent show affection, but will pass this love to their children as a tradition. As a parent they will whisper to there child, The Darkness will go away, all you have to do is be brave, and I'll be here for you if you need me.

But what of those who didn't have parents to run to, no bed to jump onto, no arms to go around in a warm embrace, and no soft voice with soothing words, and that loving comfort so close? Who do these people run to? How can they get away? They have to either walk slowly away from the darkness thinking that to move slowly is to not be seen by the beast that hounds their every step. Or run? Run so fast that they cannot reach for you and grab you pulling you into an even deeper. Run so that the darkness will be to slow to catch up with you.

With a hard pound of their heart, their feet go scattering, pounding on the ground. They were getting away, they were moving fast. They take that drastic leap, sailing through the cool and inviting air. The sheets coming so close, a wave of relief, and happiness flows through them for a split second before they see those arms come from behind the shadow. They try to move away but to late they are snagged. The cold hard grip feeling like death, as they are dragged into the darkness. They let out a scream, but it is muffled.

A roar of their name from the hidden figure behind them introducing them to the abyss, where they will be nourished into full darkness, taught so that they forget the light, and brought up to want nothing but the darkness and keeping it happy.

Again some fight, they bite, scratch, hit, punch, jab, pull, push but their fighting only feds whatever was holding onto them never letting go, and only strengthening it's grip on the soft human flesh. They are dragged into the darkness. Never to be the same again.

There is no light in this abyss, no warmth, no love, and no hope, only an emptiness. An emptiness so cold that it absorbs all other emotions except hate and anger which soon turns into fear, and pain, but it ends up being a numbness. This is an endless abyss where no adaptation is allowed, that numbness going into every limb of every body, and comfort never spoke of.

The child that had moved fast was not fast enough.

A gust of wind and another muffled scream, the child that had moved slowly was swiped away and dragged into a dark world where there will only be torment. Though clever their idea was, they could never out smart a shadow that moves along with them. When they fight no one can hear the frantic beating of their heart, before they give up, their body going limp thinking that this is all a bad dream and they are going to make up any second.

The world they go into taunts at their naive thoughts. Torments them with fear, pulls at hidden secrets, tugs at forgotten thoughts, and pinches at every painful memory, until finally fear seeps into the cracked pieces of their heart, spreads over their bruised skin, floods their loose mind, slides under every sore muscle, and flows through the vessels of their blood. The cold skinning so deep that it freezes anything that could have remained of their lost comfort. With one last sad scream, their pieces shatter into a billion pieces so small that they could not be fit back together to form the person that should have been. A pair of cold, empty, lifeless eyes replace those that had once held light.

This is a birth of another veil's shadow spirit.

And another child goes missing.

But does anyone ever miss a child that had never been there to being with?

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