Danny was desperately trying to keep his feet from making noise, he thought if he made a sound, he would be dead and forgotten. So, he kept it in mind as he jogged noiselessly past the fence that contained the vampire mutilating a bloody corpse. The hairs on his neck were raised high, his heart pumped recklessly, and sweat covered his entire body. He proceeded to move faster; the stress become too much, it had to end for him, sooner rather than later.
He made it past the garden. He wasn’t expecting to make it, he was sure his time was up. He hadn’t prepared for the outside, he had not a clue on whether he was happy to be alive or depressed to be alive. He felt like he had no hopes, no dreams and no one to love.
He thought about his mum. He was beginning to grow more confident that his mum would never be the same. She would remain a living reminder on how fucked up life had become. She would never hug him again – never see his smile again – she would never be his mum again. He felt more despair as his thoughts passed him by.
The thought of his dad was on his mind, it gave him something that he wasn’t sure he wanted. The day where people did not want hope sure was a tragic day for mankind, he thought. Hope was his joy in life: the hope of success, the hope of achieving his dream job, the hope of living a long life, his hopes were what he had lived for, it was everything to him. Had all that gone?
He didn’t have a clue if his dreams were now dead or alive, but he knew he was alive, so he marched on to see if his dad was alive too.
He jogged through the same alleyway, hoping not to see his mum. Not in a million years did he think he would want that, he thought. Seeing his mum was the honour that kept him strong throughout his days.
As he was thinking, a roar came from the sky, Danny ducked down with trepidation and the feeling that something was about to get him was consuming his actions. He dared to look, to hear, or to live. Nothing gave him drive, nothing! Nothing except seeing his dad.
He looked in the sky to see another flying creature in the distance, Danny was shocked, he could of swore it sounded closer. Danny knew that he was close to home, so he gathered his bearings and headed home.
The long alleyway had mess all over – graffiti all over the walls – rubbish on the floor – and it made Danny feel considerably worse about the situation. The walk down the alleyway was almost too long to walk. He usually feared the alleyway anyway, but now that fear was ramped up to eleven, he thought. He was always getting chased by bullies down this alleyway, so he knew a quicker way out of it, dangerous but quicker.
The bramble bushes that led to his next-door neighbour’s garden. The long, massive, bramble bushes that extended along the alleyway and the gardens. The bramble bush that allowed him to feel one win against his bullies, though it was usually gone the next day, he thought.
He began to stop jogging and looked for the opening that allowed him to enter the bramble bush. He knew the opening like it was the back of his hand, so it wouldn’t be hard to find. And as he guessed, it appeared in front of him. He was thankful for the shortcut; he could not handle the fear that he had for the things that could be on the lane of the alleyway. The things that could see him walking through. He felt exposed. He wished he could just fly away.
He prepared for the thorns that would inevitably pierce his skin like tiny needles. He entered through the hole, expecting to be cut up straight away, but the thorns were not there. He crawled his way through and followed the trail that he made for years. He extended his arm and dug his nails into the ground to push himself forward. The dirt was inside his nail which he usually hated but didn’t pay much attention to it this time. Though what did catch his attention was the thorns up ahead.
He reached the thorns, braced himself, thinking about his role models which made him brave, and he proceeded to crawl through. The bramble bush felt like a barb wire tunnel, needles piercing his dry skin, scraping his skin as he moved across the muddy floor. The sticks and small branches were sticking into his side and grazing him. But he felt safe. Feeling like no one could get him. No one was watching him.
He thought it was hard to feel safe in this nightmare, but he felt secure. The one thing that bugged him was the fact of that security would not last for long. As soon as he makes it home, the fear will come back.
His Thoughts made him forget the pain, plus his clothes were taking a lot of the thorns. He figured he was about halfway through, he could tell by seeing a statue in a garden, it was his landmark to know where he was. In his excitement he kept his eyes of what was in front of him and crawled carelessly and a thorn went into his finger. The pain made him scream. He screamed for a second and instinctively put his other hand on his mouth. He just hoped he didn’t attract any attention from any unwanted guest. That security didn’t last long, he thought. Tears came to his eyes, running down his cheek. The wound was stinging, he barely had the courage to remove it. Blood was trickling down his finger. He just realized how big the thorn was, and how deep it went in. He prepared to take it out, by fiddling with the top of the thorn and trying to make it loose. He finally gripped on to it and dragged it out as fast as he could. Blood trickled faster, Danny began to feel ill, with his stomach in knots and he was wondering if he can carry on. The stabbing pain was irritating him while on the dirty floor, head planted in a bunch of leaves, surrounded by a tunnel of thorns.
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Danny knew he didn’t have long to go, he lifted his head from the dirt, and ignored the pain best he could. He continued to crawl, however, he wished he was more graceful. He was biting his lip to help him with the stinging pain as he focused on finishing the tunnel of thorns.
As he reached his next-door neighbour’s, he celebrated, the opening that led to the exit was right in front of him. Danny rashly squirmed out the bramble bush full of thorns. He was surprisingly shocked at how hard the tunnel had turned out to be, it had normally been so much easier in the past, he thought.
The green, smooth, and clean grass was a pleasure as Danny put his hands on it. He no longer felt like a head in a tight helmet. The fresh air was welcomed to the up most, it almost made him forget about the pain.
He removed the thorns one by one. He sucked on his finger, hoping to get rid of the pain, but as he did a smell caught his nose.
“That smell… that smell is familiar.” Danny knew where he had smelt that before. he would forever remember that house with the hideous murders. The murders that made him question his safety without exaggeration. he thought his life would be over if he had a look around. He felt useless. He couldn’t even look up.
He moved his eyes an inch and regretted it instantly. A trail of blood was presented in front of him like a display case of art. He couldn’t resist looking now. He lifted his head, his eyes following the trail of blood. It ended at the most despicable thing. A man displayed in the most horrific position. His head twisted all the way around, with two bones piecing out the skin. Danny was in distress but couldn’t quite comprehend how mutilated the man was. The man’s arms were skinless, the red, roar muscles made Danny wince. The veins in his arms were showing in great detail, the muscle had chunks missing from it, and his bones were disconnected with one on the floor next to him. Danny stared at the bone, it had scratches and chunks like it had been a dog’s play-bone. His eyes moved away from the man’s bone and back to the neck, it was supported by a pole that penetrated straight through his neck, ending at the grass where it had been pinned in like a flag. Blood dripped down the pole, thick, shiny blood that came from his eyes, neck and mouth, even his ears had blood coming out of it. Danny could not imagine the gaping hole that would be left if the pole was to be removed, it horrified him just thinking about it.
Danny hated to comprehend what pain the man would have gone through and he dreaded that it could happen to him. He would never go outside again, he thought. He had no idea on how to process what he was seeing; he had never prepared for his eyes to see so much horror. The horrifying house and now his next-door neighbours, it was all too much for him. He had no idea on how to move on from this, par from just giving up and quitting life but he could not be killed in such horrifying circumstances. He needed his dad, more than ever.
He slowly turned his back on the grotesque murder, headed for the hole at the bottom of the fence that was just big enough for Danny to fit through.
He felt nothing, nothing but silence. His inner voice had gone mute. Nothing but the wind that raced past his ears, and the leaves blowing across the grass. The red sky shined upon him while he walked home.
He crawled through the hole in the fence and as he reached his garden, he stood, stared at empty space, not thinking about anything. His blood sucking mother didn’t even phase him, he had disappeared, physically he was there but mentally he was gone. His mind couldn’t process anything. He stood waiting for a guardian angel.
Nothing came, not an angel or help. He was alone, except the thought of his father. Maybe his father could help him, he thought.
Danny ran towards the back door while jumping over a section of plant pots. He reached the door, opened it, and seen his dad stood in the corner with his arms against the wall holding himself up. Danny’s hairs on his neck went up, his heart rate went to a 100, he remembered how his mother was against the wall before she changed. He moved closer with the last remaining bravery he had.
As Danny moved, his dad turned around to face Danny, with his face looking a pale grey. Kiran walked towards him while saying, “hey, where have you been?”
Arthur walked backwards, hoping that no one heard him. The loud, aggressive, continuously banging on the door made Arthur feel dread. He had not an idea on what to do. The door felt like it could break at any minute.
He took no shame and ran the same way he came from. As he ran his hairs on the back of his neck went up and he feared that as soon as he turned his back, them things would break through and pounce on him. He exited out the door and slammed it behind him.
He ran, making no effort to look back. Until the door burst, his head turned to see a group of bloodsuckers stacked up on top of each other, with their bones looking flexible, and like they had no feeling of pain or soreness from the position they were in. They had one thought. They had one objective. They had one mission. To kill him. And they were doing it without question, doing it subconsciously. His knees went to jelly as he realized his enemy were competent, and especially the fact if he failed, he’d be killed in one of the most horrifying ways possible. The stuff he had seen…
He ran the way he had come in but the only difference being that it was lit up like a Christmas tree. He never thanked the lord so much. The light was a gift that may rescue him, he thought.
The rocks flew off his heel as he ran. The rubble flying from the ground, making everything sound so much worse. The loud, fast, and rumbling footsteps behind him, making his heart rate as fast as a jet engine, sweat running from his forehead and getting in his eyes.
He had one objective.
The long hallway came to an end, seeing a large area in front of him, he did not stop whatsoever. He couldn’t stop, the drive to save the family was strong and the only thing that was keeping him alive. He knew he’d be dead if he didn’t meet that family. It was a purpose he could believe in.
As he ran through the large area, he turned his head and seen that one of the bloodsuckers was in front of everyone else. It must have been the leader, he thought. It had defined muscles, was faster than everyone else, and not just a little faster, he thought. Arthur began to worry that the muscley vampire was going to catch him, he was seriously close now.
He grabbed his crowbar wishing he still had his machete, but he thought that he was lucky to have his metal helmet.
The muscley vampire reached out to Arthur’s shoulders, stuck his claws into him and brought him down to the ground. As Arthur went down, he used the momentum to strike the vampire in his head, hitting him in the eye, and they both fell.
The vampire screeched while Arthur tried to stand up, failing in the process. His ankle had taken an injury. However, multiple roars made him forget about it instantly. He brought his eyes off the ground and seen the horde of vampires coming his way.