I promised a longer chapter and here it it :) Along with that character I was going on about x)
Bit of Vince angst in this as well

Enjoy xx

Chapter seven

Vince had been locked in his room for over four hours now; he curls up protectively on his bed clutching at his duvet, screwing up the fabric in his sweaty fists completely clueless as to what was going on, but he knew something was happening.

He bites at his bottom lip while starring straight ahead, his icy blue eyes fixated on one spot on the bedroom wall opposite him, he wasn't looking at anything interesting or in particular, just the wall. Just a blank wall.
There was silence in the flat, total silence that isolated him further, making him feel completely and utterly alone in the world, it wasn't completely true but he thought it might as well be. He had noticed a change in his friends recently, they didn't look at him the same, it was almost as if they feared him.
He hears a clatter in the kitchen then a curse from his friend, he continues starring at the wall with sheer fascination, his eyes glistening slightly, another crash this time louder making him jump violently. He blinked several times, his sore and dry eyes desperate for watery tears to quench their thirst; the tears form but do not fall. Instead of blinking and letting them dribble onto his pillow and soak his cheek, he leaves his eyes wide open yet again, starring constantly ahead of him, his eyes itching to be closed, his body screaming for sleep but he can't, he fears sleep, he dreads it, hates it, sleep is his enemy. It only brought trouble the last time and caused him more nightmares than anything else so why bother putting himself back through that? Instead he concentrates on the wall while searching his memory, looking for any hint of what had happened when he blacked out but nothing came, he got nothing.

He was disturbed from his thoughts from another crash and then some shouting, someone had dropped something breakable and was being yelled at by Naboo for it, Vince ignored them and sat up. He stretched his arms out straightening his back then ran a hand over the back of his neck, it ached tremendously but he chose to ignore it. There was a knock at his door, he sighs loudly then looks at the floor and mutters; "What?" He didn't mean to sound so harsh, it had come from no where.
"Can I come in, Vince?" Came Howard's voice, the young man dropped back down into a lying position on his bed nearly clutching his knees up to his chest then pulled the duvet up towards his lip, he bit at the material nervously.
"Suppose so." He muttered through his sheets, he ignored his friend when he opened the door, came in, shut the door, and approached the bed then sat down on it. He just stared at his favourite spot on the wall. There was several seconds of painful silence between the two in the dark bedroom; the curtains were drawn blocking out the view of the gorgeous sun set.

"How you feeling?" Howard asks hoping to have a conversation with his best friend but Vince simply shrugs not breaking eye contact with the wall. He falls silent again, he feels awkward but this time Vince feels nothing, he feels blank inside and carries on absent-mindedly chewing at the corner of the duvet in his mouth "Are you hungry?" Howard suddenly asks noticing what he was doing but the younger man just shakes his head in an unconvincing way "Thirsty?" Another shake of the head "Are you going to talk to me?"

"You all hate me." He mutters to Howard's surprise. He sits there starring at his friend who doesn't give him one single glance then places his hand on the small of the mod's back to reassure him.

"We don't hate you."

"You're scared of me then!" He suddenly bursts out into a yell yanking the duvet out of his mouth "You all look at me like I'm some weird serial murderer and I don't know why! What the hell have I done?" He demands now sitting up facing his friend making eye contact for the first time since he'd come in. Howard opens his mouth to speak but the words don't form properly "Just get out." Vince finally demands.

"Vince, no...We don-"

"Get out!" He yells again this time up on his feet, the duvet still clutched in his fists "Get out! Just leave me alone!" His voice cracks into a frustrated shriek as he launches a pillow after Howard who hurriedly rushes out of the bedroom "You all hate me! I know you do, you look at me like I'm shit!" He screams grabbing onto the nearest object he can find which unfortunately happens to be his straightners, he throws them violently at the door cracking them, he picks up the hair products off his dresser and throws them too still screaming in frustration, he smashes the mirror on his wall with his bare fist, blood streams down his knuckles and snakes between his fingers. He throws shoes at the wall, throws open his wardrobe and tears at the clothes still screaming and declaring his flatmates all hated him.

Finally when his anger subsided a little he sat on his bed, gathered up his duvet and subconsciously put the corner back in his mouth chewing on it nervously, blood dribbled and splashed onto his duvet from his knuckles while he gazed round at the destruction before finally letting his eyes rest back on the wall in the same spot.

Darkness fell upon the streets with only the moon and the street lamps to light the quiet road. His curtains were still drawn and his bedroom light was off bathing his room in an eerie darkness.

He stirs and opens his eyes, his room floods with a red murderous glow, he rises from his bed gracefully and drops the duvet, he flexes his fingers by his sides making the joints crack loudly, the flat outside is relatively quiet and an orange gleam flickers under his door. He stands in the centre of his room and shuts his eyes flooding the room back into darkness, his arms drift backwards, his feet press together and he arches his back letting his head lean back, his nose points up to the ceiling and his lips part slightly.

He mutters foreign words, sentences form in his mind and roll off his tongue, they drift from his mouth with lack of control and float around the room. The words gain power, they glow purple, they stick to each other forming a powerful spell, they make his body shudder but his mind is a complete blank. He isn't thinking, isn't breathing, can't see, hear, touch or smell anything. All emotions are on hold being held back while the spell was chanted.

The floor flares up in a red glow; the room is still silent with only his hushed voice breaking the tranquillity. He spreads his hands over the floor and brings his head down, he opens his eyes and they sparkle like rubies. A malicious grin spreads across his lips as a black swirling hole forms in his floor, a hand clutches violently onto the edge of the bottomless pit, slowly but surely a figure hauls itself out of the darkness and stares about the room, shadows spill out after it spreading across the walls of the bedroom, they gather eagerly at the window begging to be let out, begging for freedom into a new world.

He stoops down onto his knees and faces the child before him, he lifts his hands and cups the child's cheeks who cocks its head and stares at him strangely.

"No need to fear me, little one." He whispers in a rather feminine voice and the child cracks a smile bearing a set of rotten black teeth, he runs a hand through the child's hair and ruffles it softly making the child giggle. It's little arms reach up for a hug, bones crack loudly and blood oozes from open wounds as it does so but he is not put off, he wraps his own arms around the child and pulls it closer into a warm embrace. He smiles warmly to himself then lifts a hand gently at the window setting the shadows free, they spill into the moonlit street ready to cause mayhem, chaos and sadness.