Time flew bye as the Reddington family enjoyed the fire and stories they had. Jokes, mysteries, adventures and all.
That night, was like any other night for them. After dinner, and a bath, the next step was a good night sleep. But Oliver didn’t seem to get the memo. He ran into the woods, his hair flowing through the wind as as gracefully as he could run.
He had to meet his friends in their special tree-house tonight. And no, he couldn’t just not come. He had promised Jackob and the others that he would definitely be there. After many failed promises and scolding from mom and dad about going out at night, he didn’t want to let them down again. So, he left when he knew they were all asleep. As he ran, He thought of all the things they could do. Like practising a water spell they've been learning for a couple of months now. Though he was going to be late, he couldn’t wait. His excitement created some positive light in the cold dark forest.
a few moment later, he was in front of the large willow tree where their hideout was. But the lights were all off. “Guys? Are you there.” He called out as he walked closer to the door.
“Is this a prank?”
“...”
“Are you mad cause I’m late?”
“...” Still no reply.
His hand shivers as he slowly opened the door, ‘They must be playing some stupid game’ He thought. His first mistake. As soon as he walked in, he saw his friends all over the floor covered in blood. All of them... speechless that’s all he could do. Stand and be speechless his second mistake. “Th-this isn’t funny!” Oliver yelled as he looked around him. Then, one of the bodies spoke trying to communicate.
“Jac!!!”He yells as he runs to Jackob. “Jac?!! W-What happened?!!” Oliver’s voice shook. ‘How is this...?’He thought to himself as he held Jackob in his arms.
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“R-ru- n...” Jackob whispered his final words as the light finally left his eyes.
Oliver however, wasn’t so lucky. He still had warm blood, he was still breathing, He was alive... His third mistake. Oliver’s body tingled, his eyes widened, and his legs shook uncontrollably. He turned to see a figure, what it was he couldn’t make of it before he lost one of his eyes to the knife in its hand. His screams were loud, loud enough to create attention.
For the shadowy figure, that wasn’t good for business. It tried to slash his neck. But one of the barely breathing children used the last of their energy, and spewed water at the shadow, the shot was hard enough to make it lose balance for a moment, Oliver took that moment and ran out of the tree house still holding his slashed eye, unable to process what happened. ‘this is a dream right?, this has to be a dream... They... They cant be...’ He thought as he kept on running.
He wanted to stop, but everywhere he looked, he saw the figure, the massive willow trees, the vines, the animals. he didn’t think he was safe enough, if it was worth stopping. He couldn’t stop himself, he was too scared to try. But IT had different plans. Out of the dark cover of the woods, it kicked Oscar so hard that even a tree couldn’t stop him from flying off the edge into the deep river below.
Oliver awoke near the edge of a river bank, he opened his left eye with ease, but his right eye was closed shut. How was he alive he wondered. How can he still be breathing? He asked himself but he couldn’t think too long. He had to get to Wrenwood. He had to tell them, he had to warn them... Minutes felt like Hours as he slowly made his way through the forest back to his home. But with all that blood, it didn’t look like his home.
He walked through the village as he looked at the corpses the men, the women, the children. He wanted to throw up, so he did. And then, he was at his house. ‘Please!’ He thought asn he slowly reached for the door, his hand shaking vigorously, begging the gods for a silver lining, the problem was he wouldn’t get one.