Silent Lullabies - Chapter 01
This is a fic I'm working on for my character Barnett.
Some of you probably know him from my deviantART gallery :>
I really hope that people start reading this, and liking it. I'm working very hard on it, and it's a fic I'm actually going to do to the end.
Comments are ALWAYS appreciated. ♥♥♥
Rated: PG, I guess
Warnings: Bloody loss of a limb, and verrrrrry light cursing
Silent Lullabies
01.
Wicked Dreams
--
Near midnight, a small child ran through a small town in lower London. Puffs of steam came before the child's face as he ran faster and faster down the slick cobblestone streets. Rain poured down like thousands of tiny needles upon the young child's skin, and thunder boomed through the sky as lighting illuminated the area and the buildings surrounding the child, creating the appearance of daytime for nearly a split second. Quickly the boy turned a corner into an alleyway, sliding across the rain-slicked ground and tromping through puddles as more tears mixing with rain ran down his flushed cheeks.
Soon enough the boy slowed down, and eventually came to a halt to lean against an old brick wall slimy with rain-soaked mold and mildew. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, listening carefully for the sounds of heavy boots stomping in the puddles covering the ground. A few minutes passed as he caught his breath, and he heard nothing. Sinking to the ground, the boy brought his knees to his face and began sobbing, not even caring to remove his shattered glasses from his face.
A few more minutes passed, though what felt to the boy like hours, and eventually he decided to stand and begin the journey back to his home once more. Gripping his hands into shaking fists, he began walking down the alleyway, looking behind him nearly every other second. Tears still trickled down his face, mixing with the slowing rain, and he made sure to avoid any ways possible of making sounds. Reaching the end of the alleyway, the boy slowly glanced around the corner, making sure no one was in sight. Seeing that the coast was clear, he took a step out, avoiding a puddle, and took off down the street once more. He just wanted to get back home... But right now, he didn't even know where that was. He had been chased so deep into the depths of the town where his parents never dared to roam, he had no clue where he was. Looking around, lost and confused, he began to pay more attention to finding his way back than what was around him.
Soon enough, large leather-gloved hands wrapped around his neck from behind. The boy's deep blue eyes widened behind damp bangs that hung in his face, and a small noise escaped his pink lips.
It was him.
The one that chased him so far into town.
The one the public called "The Crippler".
Gloved hands encasing his small neck, the boy began thrashing, kicking his legs and squeezing his tiny hands as best he could onto the adult's hands in a futile attempt for escape. Quickly enough though, the man turned back around and headed into another alleyway, and only a few feet within slammed the young child against the brick wall. The boy let out a strangled squeak, clenching his eyes shut as he continued his attempts at freedom. A crooked grin grew behind a white mask covering the large man's lower features, dark brown eyes burning with such fury and emotion they could stop anyone in their tracks. The boy opened his own eyes, his gaze coming to meet the one of The Crippler's. He froze, trembling against the wall behind him as his hands went limp and hung by his sides, staring straight into the eyes of his captor.
Suddenly he knew he was going to die tonight. Die a bloody, mangled heap of parts in a dark alleyway that any sane person would simply bypass on their daily routine. Never to see his family again- his mother, his father... nor his beloved sister. Tears once again began flowing down his still-flushed cheeks, bottom lip trembling as he choked on a sob while still struggling for air. The man before him let out a deep, dark chuckle, reaching behind him to pull out a meat clever from a strap around his waist. The boy trembled more, eyes coming to meet the glint of the sharp metal that must have taken so many lives before his own.
Throwing the boy down against the dirty cobblestone, The Crippler pressed a dirty, mud-soaked boot down on the boy's stomach, pinning him to the earth beneath him. Sputtering, the boy kept staring in fear at the weapon in the man's hand, watching as it was raised into the air above the other's head. He knew it was coming- but even in the toil of fear and pain, the boy wondered what was going to go first. Soon enough though, he knew, letting out a heart-wrenching screech as the meat clever lopped off the lower part of his right leg. Blood spilled everywhere, and the boy recoiled against the ground and writhed in pain, screaming as more tears and saliva trailed down his now-filthy features.
The man above him let out a deep cackle that echoed down the alleyway, but only before pausing his next attack as he glanced over his shoulder to witness two adult men pointing down the alleyway. Eyes widening, The Crippler took off, nearly launching himself off of the boy's stomach.
The boy watched as one of the two men took off after the serial killer, vision flooded by tears and a growing fog of darkness. His heart throbbed in his ears, hearing nothing but the quick pace of "baboom baboom baboom baboom" over and over again. Slowly turning his head, the boy saw the other man leaning over him, saying something though no words could be heard. It was a police man, in full uniform. He silently wondered why they hadn't come sooner, before this terrible, sickly, gut-wrenching pain struck him.
Soon enough the fogged darkness overtook him, and the boy fell limp against the moist ground...
*****
Thunder called outside of a large mansion on the hill of a town in London. Windows rattled as the storm outside raged onwards into the night, lighting cracking across the cloudy sky. Within a dark bedroom inside of the mansion slept a lonely man who tossed and turned in his bed. He clutched at his pillow, mumbling in his sleep as his limbs twisted in his sheets, sweat dripping down his trembling features. Quickly his eyes flew open, and the man shot up in his bed, panting heavily as his whole being shuddered once or twice.
The man looked around, deathly confused of his surroundings. Though once his gaze focused on familiar furniture, his breathing calmed and his grip loosened from his bed sheets. He brought a hand up to gently touch an empty eye socket on the right of his face, relief passing through him as he realized what had just happened was merely a dream. His hand then passed down to touch the stump of his right leg underneath the covers, and he winced with a passing memory of the dream he just witnessed that seemed all too real.
Moving over to the side of his bed, the man reached for a cane leaning against his side table. Standing with the aid of said cane, he hobbled over to a small calendar on his dresser, more relief gracing him as he noticed that it was the modern times. Turning back around, he hobbled back to his bedside, sitting down and putting his cane back where he had retrieved it. Fixing his sheets and pillow, he lay back down, staring with one deep blue eye up at the ceiling.
"That bloody dream again..." he muttered, wondering why such painful memories were deciding to return to him in such a cruel manner. More thunder boomed, and the man jumped only slightly, turning his gaze to stare out a large window just as a bolt of lightning danced across the clouded night sky. He scowled, the storm all to familiar to the one of his memory and dream.
Rolling over, he adjusted himself into the sheets once more, letting out a heavy sigh as he shut his lids once more. "Let no more of you damned dreams come back to me." he hissed in the darkness of his empty bedroom. "I don't wish to lose any more sleep than I already have..."
Some of you probably know him from my deviantART gallery :>
I really hope that people start reading this, and liking it. I'm working very hard on it, and it's a fic I'm actually going to do to the end.
Comments are ALWAYS appreciated. ♥♥♥
Rated: PG, I guess
Warnings: Bloody loss of a limb, and verrrrrry light cursing
Silent Lullabies
01.
Wicked Dreams
--
Near midnight, a small child ran through a small town in lower London. Puffs of steam came before the child's face as he ran faster and faster down the slick cobblestone streets. Rain poured down like thousands of tiny needles upon the young child's skin, and thunder boomed through the sky as lighting illuminated the area and the buildings surrounding the child, creating the appearance of daytime for nearly a split second. Quickly the boy turned a corner into an alleyway, sliding across the rain-slicked ground and tromping through puddles as more tears mixing with rain ran down his flushed cheeks.
Soon enough the boy slowed down, and eventually came to a halt to lean against an old brick wall slimy with rain-soaked mold and mildew. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, listening carefully for the sounds of heavy boots stomping in the puddles covering the ground. A few minutes passed as he caught his breath, and he heard nothing. Sinking to the ground, the boy brought his knees to his face and began sobbing, not even caring to remove his shattered glasses from his face.
A few more minutes passed, though what felt to the boy like hours, and eventually he decided to stand and begin the journey back to his home once more. Gripping his hands into shaking fists, he began walking down the alleyway, looking behind him nearly every other second. Tears still trickled down his face, mixing with the slowing rain, and he made sure to avoid any ways possible of making sounds. Reaching the end of the alleyway, the boy slowly glanced around the corner, making sure no one was in sight. Seeing that the coast was clear, he took a step out, avoiding a puddle, and took off down the street once more. He just wanted to get back home... But right now, he didn't even know where that was. He had been chased so deep into the depths of the town where his parents never dared to roam, he had no clue where he was. Looking around, lost and confused, he began to pay more attention to finding his way back than what was around him.
Soon enough, large leather-gloved hands wrapped around his neck from behind. The boy's deep blue eyes widened behind damp bangs that hung in his face, and a small noise escaped his pink lips.
It was him.
The one that chased him so far into town.
The one the public called "The Crippler".
Gloved hands encasing his small neck, the boy began thrashing, kicking his legs and squeezing his tiny hands as best he could onto the adult's hands in a futile attempt for escape. Quickly enough though, the man turned back around and headed into another alleyway, and only a few feet within slammed the young child against the brick wall. The boy let out a strangled squeak, clenching his eyes shut as he continued his attempts at freedom. A crooked grin grew behind a white mask covering the large man's lower features, dark brown eyes burning with such fury and emotion they could stop anyone in their tracks. The boy opened his own eyes, his gaze coming to meet the one of The Crippler's. He froze, trembling against the wall behind him as his hands went limp and hung by his sides, staring straight into the eyes of his captor.
Suddenly he knew he was going to die tonight. Die a bloody, mangled heap of parts in a dark alleyway that any sane person would simply bypass on their daily routine. Never to see his family again- his mother, his father... nor his beloved sister. Tears once again began flowing down his still-flushed cheeks, bottom lip trembling as he choked on a sob while still struggling for air. The man before him let out a deep, dark chuckle, reaching behind him to pull out a meat clever from a strap around his waist. The boy trembled more, eyes coming to meet the glint of the sharp metal that must have taken so many lives before his own.
Throwing the boy down against the dirty cobblestone, The Crippler pressed a dirty, mud-soaked boot down on the boy's stomach, pinning him to the earth beneath him. Sputtering, the boy kept staring in fear at the weapon in the man's hand, watching as it was raised into the air above the other's head. He knew it was coming- but even in the toil of fear and pain, the boy wondered what was going to go first. Soon enough though, he knew, letting out a heart-wrenching screech as the meat clever lopped off the lower part of his right leg. Blood spilled everywhere, and the boy recoiled against the ground and writhed in pain, screaming as more tears and saliva trailed down his now-filthy features.
The man above him let out a deep cackle that echoed down the alleyway, but only before pausing his next attack as he glanced over his shoulder to witness two adult men pointing down the alleyway. Eyes widening, The Crippler took off, nearly launching himself off of the boy's stomach.
The boy watched as one of the two men took off after the serial killer, vision flooded by tears and a growing fog of darkness. His heart throbbed in his ears, hearing nothing but the quick pace of "baboom baboom baboom baboom" over and over again. Slowly turning his head, the boy saw the other man leaning over him, saying something though no words could be heard. It was a police man, in full uniform. He silently wondered why they hadn't come sooner, before this terrible, sickly, gut-wrenching pain struck him.
Soon enough the fogged darkness overtook him, and the boy fell limp against the moist ground...
*****
Thunder called outside of a large mansion on the hill of a town in London. Windows rattled as the storm outside raged onwards into the night, lighting cracking across the cloudy sky. Within a dark bedroom inside of the mansion slept a lonely man who tossed and turned in his bed. He clutched at his pillow, mumbling in his sleep as his limbs twisted in his sheets, sweat dripping down his trembling features. Quickly his eyes flew open, and the man shot up in his bed, panting heavily as his whole being shuddered once or twice.
The man looked around, deathly confused of his surroundings. Though once his gaze focused on familiar furniture, his breathing calmed and his grip loosened from his bed sheets. He brought a hand up to gently touch an empty eye socket on the right of his face, relief passing through him as he realized what had just happened was merely a dream. His hand then passed down to touch the stump of his right leg underneath the covers, and he winced with a passing memory of the dream he just witnessed that seemed all too real.
Moving over to the side of his bed, the man reached for a cane leaning against his side table. Standing with the aid of said cane, he hobbled over to a small calendar on his dresser, more relief gracing him as he noticed that it was the modern times. Turning back around, he hobbled back to his bedside, sitting down and putting his cane back where he had retrieved it. Fixing his sheets and pillow, he lay back down, staring with one deep blue eye up at the ceiling.
"That bloody dream again..." he muttered, wondering why such painful memories were deciding to return to him in such a cruel manner. More thunder boomed, and the man jumped only slightly, turning his gaze to stare out a large window just as a bolt of lightning danced across the clouded night sky. He scowled, the storm all to familiar to the one of his memory and dream.
Rolling over, he adjusted himself into the sheets once more, letting out a heavy sigh as he shut his lids once more. "Let no more of you damned dreams come back to me." he hissed in the darkness of his empty bedroom. "I don't wish to lose any more sleep than I already have..."