Jack laid on his couch, staring up at the ceiling. It has been almost a week since I last talked to Aster. He grabbed his phone and looked at time, it read seven 'o'clock. And I don't have work for the rest of the day. I think I'll give him a call.

Jack scrolled through his phone until he came across Aster's number. He pressed the 'call' button and listened as it rang on the other end.

"'Ello?"

"Aster! Hi." Jack said elatedly.

"'Ey, Jack, what's up?" Jack could hear the smile in Aster's voice.

"Not too much, just wondering what you were up to." Jack ran a hand through his winter hair.

"Well, right now I'm workin'." Aster said with a slightly saddened tone.

Jack frowned, "Oh. So when are you gonna be free to go out?"

Jack could hear Aster huff bemusedly, "Most likely 'round ten t'night. Does that work for ya'?"

Jack thought about what he had to do tomorrow. Well I do have work at five in the morning tomorrow but, some fun never hurt anyone, right?

Jack said with a huge smile, "Yeah, that'd be great. Meet up at the same place?"

"Sounds good, mate, see ya' then."

Jack was about to say 'bye' when the phone was ripped from his hand. He shouted in fear as he saw his phone fly across the living room into the wall. He hurriedly stood and went to go get it. He was stopped by a strong hand on his chest. He looked down and followed the arm. It lead behind him out of sight. He shivered as he felt hot breath on his neck.

The hand spun Jack around, his eyes staring straight into a smiling row of rotting yellow needle-thin teeth. Jack kept his face stoic as his cerulean eyes met the abyss filled ones of the creature. The eyes of the monstrosity staring into Jack's face were bleeding that all too familiar thick black liquid onto the floor.

Its smiled widened far enough to see its putrid colored cheek bones, and it dropped its jaw down so extensively it dislocated its own jaw bone. The slick black skin on its face began to tear under the strain of the stretching the being was putting on itself. A high pitched, siren-like noise started to emit from the creature's throat.
The noise made Jack's blank expression falter from the pain on his eardrum. Jack took a step back only to be halted abruptly by grotesquely oily black hands. They pulled Jack closer to the demonic form of life, so close that the beast was now screaming its dreadful noise into his face.

He closed his eyes momentarily, when he opened them, he looked around his living room. To his complete dismay, creatures began to appear from the walls of his living room like smoke.

In a matter of seconds his living room was being filled with monsters. Jack closed his eyes tightly as the blaring sound ceased any coherent thoughts other than overwhelming terror.

He felt a plethora of hands land themselves almost everywhere on his body. Jack's mouth opened to let out a scream but, sound failed to be released by his vocal cords. He was unable to move, the pain that coursed throughout his body was beginning to take its toll on his mind. He felt himself begin to fade into blackness. The absolute petrifying feeling he had was not helping his state either. The multitude of monstrous hands that were on his body began to tighten their grip, their blade-like claws digging into his body burning like dry ice in veins. He was hurting deep inside his body, down to his core. He could feel the will of his soul begin to fade. Air was becoming hard to inhale. He felt as if he could only exhale. He jerked his eyes open, the archaic breath that rushed onto his face dried his eyes like a dry winter wind. The tears that fell from his eyes, were not only from the dryness they felt.

Soon enough he felt the will of his soul fade to just a flicker of light. He couldn't bring himself to close his eyes, some force was keeping them open. His eyes were staring into a black void of death and chaos. Jack was shoved down onto his knees, the screeching creature kept its and Jack's face mere inches apart. Jack could feel with excruciating pain, every hand on his body, dragging their razor sharp nails through his flesh.
He wanted to pass out. To stop feeling, but something was denying his wish to black out. He could feel something heaving his mind to a place where he would not be able to escape from this. The shrieking monster gripped the sides of Jack's face, its muscles propelled its jaw down, And split it in two.

Its screaming suddenly halted as well as the pain from the hands that continuously roamed. It leaned its deformed head over Jack's shoulder. It positioned its gaping mouth onto Jack's delicate skin, it clamped down into his flesh. Jack's voice returned as he let out a blood curdling scream of pain. It's pin-pointed teeth dug deep through his soft skin. Its teeth were pouring an ink-like substance into him. He could feel a throbbing of agonizing heat being embedded into his blood.

The misshapen creature roughly withdrew its teeth and harshly pushed Jack down onto the ground. Jack stared up at the beast as its broken jaw attempting a demonic smile.
The beast began to fade like smoke in the air, its jaw lingering for a short moment before also disappearing.
Jack laid there in unbearable pain. His muscles struggled to move as he tried to move them. Tears began to fall down his face from the pain. He turned his head to the side, facing the doorway. His breaths stuttered to release from his burning chest. He focused all his mental capacity to move his arm towards the door. His hand hesitantly moved a few inches. He groaned and tried harder. After a few moments of extreme effort, he finally got his cut arm locked reaching for the door handle.

He heard a thumping noise on the door but, there was also a ringing in his ears so he couldn't entirely be sure he heard anything, that is, until he faintly heard his name being called. Jack could only groan in anguish in response.
The door opened quickly, sending a light rush of clean air to pass over his face. His arm fell, and he was looking into spring green eyes. A smile fell upon Jack's face as he realized that a very familiar, tall, attractive, tan Australian was standing in his doorway. The sudden comfort this man brought sent Jack into a black out, feeling safe.

Aster gasped as he saw Jack on the floor, his shirt had been torn to pieces, it was in tatters scattered across the floor. He rushed over to Jack's side, his torso was covered in gashes, his pants were barely a piece of clothing anymore with how many slashes were carved into them, dried blood covering them, On Jack's right shoulder was what looked like an infected wound that spread to his upper chest. Unsure of what to do he carefully picked Jack's unconscious form up into arms bridal style. He looked around quickly, finding the hallway as his best bet. He hurriedly looked into the first doorway on his left, lucky enough it was the bathroom. Aster shifted Jack in his arms and moved the shower curtain aside. He Sat on the edge of the tub, positioning Jack into his lap. He leaned slightly and turned the bath on. He waited until it was just slightly warmer than room temperature and plugged the drain. When it was a halfway filled he gently moved Jack into the water. The water stayed clear. Aster sighed in relief at the fact Jack's wounds weren't still draining the life from the boy. He made sure Jack's head stayed well above the water as he pulled out his phone. He stared at Jack's grossly infected shoulder as he dialed 911.

HI! Sorry it took me so long to update. I've been working a lot. 'a lot' should be one word...cause that's how type it: 'alot' that looks right to me. Oh well. ANYWAY! I'll do a flashback in the next chapter. I hope you enjoyed this one. I hope that this chapter got you feeling if at all just the smallest tinge of fear. I tried really hard. AND you should also be thankful I haven't thought of an end yet. Cause As soon as i do..I'm sorry to say this, but then I'll have no motivation to write. Once I have an ending in my head, basically the stories done and I never touch it again. I literally make this stuff up as I type. There is no type of outline anywhere ever. The only outline I had was the idea for the story. The actual meat and potatoes of the story are completely spontaneous as my fingers move across the keyboard. Well! I hope you enjoyed this chapter!