Chapter 2
Peter crept back into his house, he tip-toed up the stairs, he stalked across the landing, avoiding the creaky spots, finally he stepped into his room, he sighed in
relief the froze as he noticed that his dad was sitting on his bed. John got off the bed, then, placing a hand on his son’s shoulder, guided him from the room.
“I’m very disappointed in you, my own son, working with those, those… monsters.” John sighed as he guided Peter down the stairs.
“They’re not monsters Dad! They think like we do! And they don’t mean to be nasty! It’s they’re Job, you can’t kill them for that!” Peter rounded on his father.
His father’s eyes narrowed, and he grabbed peter’s shoulder, hard. Peter gasped.
“Are you sure son? Are you sure that they think like us?” John lent into Peter’s face.
“Yes…” Peter breathed.
“And nothing I say will change that?”
“No.”
John sighed then shoved Peter down the stairs, Peter winced as he felt the wooden floor smash into his shoulder.
John walked casually down the stairs, pausing to stand above his son. “And I had such high hopes for you…”
Peter rolled over and sat up, facing his father.
John sighed then walked past Peter into the kitchen,
“Perhaps your younger sister will be better…” Peter limped over towards the front door, spitting blood.
John walked back into the hallway, holding a cleaver.
Peter’s eyes widened.
“I’ll have to dispose of you first though, to allow her to gain the crown…” John slowly walked towards Peter.
Peter fumbled with the lock on the door.
“I still can’t believe, my own son… Siding with those monsters!” John stepped nearer.
Peter fumbled with the lock, John stepped nearer,
Peter bashed the door, The door flipped open, John leapt towards Peter, Peter swerved, his body twisting, The clever whistled through the air, Peter ducked, John swung the cleaver round again, Peter dived out of the door. “They’re not the monsters!” Peter turned to his father, tears in eyes “You are.”
John lunged, menace in his eyes, Peter swerved around, and tried to dodge the blade, Peter gasped as he felt the harsh metal, Peter clutched at his wound, it was
Shallow, but bleeding fast, it wasn’t going to stop…
Peter raced out of his house, he lumbered up the hill then fell, gasping, to the floor at the top of the hill.
Peter gasped, blood filled his mouth, and his wound showed no sign of healing.
Peter heard footsteps, he winced and turned his head
towards the sound.
“So, this is the place that Danny was talking about, no flashes or bangs, or shoals of people…”
A tall, skinny shadow looked around and about the hill.
Peter tried to call out, but he had no breath, it was a struggle just to breath…
The figure turned to look over at the town, bathed in moonlight. The figure looked down saw the trail of
Blood. It looked around, slightly puzzled.
Peter gasped like a fish out of water and the figure heard him, It turned around and Peter saw the skeleton he’d seen yesterday, sitting by the fountain.
Peter blinked and darkness clouded his vision.
Before he completely lost all of his senses he felt
himself being lifted up by very long bony fingers.
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Danny stood by the holiday doors. Jack had insisted he go and see the town himself.
Jack had explained about the Christmas town.
Zero floated over towards Danny, a branch in his mouth. Danny sighed took the stick from Zero’s mouth and lobbed it into a tree, Zero whined.
That was the 3rd time Danny had done this.
Zero floated up to the tree and tried to dodge the
flailing branches.
Suddenly, the new year’s eve door slammed open, and a white and black blur came speeding out.
Danny got up then sprinted up and along side her
Father, Jack’s face was forlorn, he ran up the spiral hill, careful of the bundle in his arms. Danny saw the hair waving in the breeze, the closed eyes, the pale skin…
“Wha-” Danny began, but Jack just shook his head, and picked up speed, leaving Danny panting at the main gates of the town.
Lungs, why did she have them?
Danny saw Jack hurry towards Dr. Finkelstein’s lab.
Danny panted and jogged after him, wondering what in the name of Halloween was going on.
Danny finally walked into the lab, She took one look at the bench, then at the figure lying on top, Danny gasped, Jack softly touched Danny’s shoulders,
Dr. Finkelstein shook his head, looked up at Jack,
“This may take awhile…” The Scientist murmured, picking up a needle and a phial of red liquid.
“It can’t be,” Danny looked at the boy on the bench, the gaping wound attracting her eyes “It just can’t be, not him!” Danny broke down, Jack led her out of The lab, down the lift, comforting her along the way, at the door of the tower Danny hugged Jack, sobbing. Jack looked up at the top of the tower, what had happened to the boy? Was it normal? Unlikely, the boy had an
incredible injury, he hadn’t seen anything like it, even on a corpse…
Danny followed Jack’s gaze…
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The boy had escaped him, again! And he’d seen that skeleton thing again! It had bent over his son picked him up and then hurried over towards these, these, doors. It had opened one with a pumpkin on it. John looked around at the doors, what were they?
Where did they lead? Were there more of those
monsters behind the doors?
John opened the pumpkin door slowly, nothing was there, it was just, dark…
John sighed, as if there could be more of those things!
His thoughts were interrupted as he was sucked through
The dark doorway. John shut his eyes scared witless. He hadn’t expected this!
John slammed into the ground. He groaned then rolled over, he saw the trees, robbed of their leaves, the
darkened sky, the spiral hill, the distant graveyard.
He sat up, stood hastily on shaky legs, so, this was what was behind the door…
John walked towards the spiral hill.
Were there others?
He had to find out, for the sake of humanity, and If there were others?
Eradicate them, destroy them, Exterminate them all!
Leave no survivors!
John let out a merciless laugh then walked off towards the town…
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-I made it smaller so now it's quicker and easier to read (Actully I'm running out of steam... but don't worry it'll stop)-
