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My Mother hummed that sweet song she always sings, as she combed through my hair. I never knew what the song is called, but it is rather beautiful. With the woods behind us, and the swooshing sound from the trees-no matter how faint it was-it made the song even more beautiful.
Her beautiful voice goes well with her striking blue eyes and blonde, curly hair.
"Close your eyes, Levin," My Mother told me as she combs through my dark blonde hair.
I did. I closed my eyes to the kitchen; to the chair I was sitting in; to the rest of the small cottage that we live. I shut my eyes to everything, and I only listened to my Mother's singing.
Her touch is smoothing as she brush through my hair. She always does this in the morning; saying that a man has to look presentable. I argued saying that I'm still a boy.
"Good," she said. "Because you are always going to be my little boy." And then she gave me a big kiss on the cheek.
"Ew!" I yelled, wiping the spot where she kissed me.
"One day you will like that," my Mother warned me.
"That will be the day," I muttered.
She still combed through my knotty hair. But she is good at being able to get the knots out. And as she brushed through my hair, the tangled knots in my hair were slowly being combed out.
A couple of times she pulled to hard on my hair and I winched; she apologized for that.
The second my hair was done, my Father came dashing through the door and into the kitchen; his shoulder length brown hair flying behind him, his brown eyes seem to spark. I saw him rush to my Mother and whispered to her in hushed, hurried, tone.
'What happened? What had, or is happening, to make him act like that? Are we moving again? But we just got settled here. Why do we always have to move around?' I wondered.
My Mother gestured to me, saying something that I cannot hear. I saw Father nod his head in agreement.
'What are they saying?' I bewildered. 'Are they talking about me? What are they-'
My train of thought was cut off as a gunshot was heard. My Mother and Father both gasped.
"Hide him," my Father ordered my Mother, gesturing me then at the cupboards. She nodded and picked me up into her arms. For once I didn't argue about that; I just wanted to know what is going on.
"Mother? What's happening?!"
She hushed me as she opened the cupboards, and placed me inside. "Stay in here and don't make a sound-no matter what," my Mother ordered me in such a way that I couldn't refuse. I nodded and she shut the cupboards.
And it was dark. Pitch black; expect for the light coming through the cracks.
The tiny space made it cramped. For once, I'm grateful for my tiny size.
I heard someone banging on the door; loudly, hard, and repeatedly.
"Open up!" yelled a harsh, gruff voice. Silence for a few seconds before the terrible voice sounded again, "Open up! Open this door up by the orders of the King!"
'The King?' I thought, perplexed. 'What does the King, of all things, want to be here? What does he want with us?'
I heard the door slide open. "Yes?" I heard my Father ask. "What can I do to help you, boys?"
"First you can cut that out, and tell us where that stupid boy is!" ordered one of the men, cruelly.
"I'm sure I have no-"
I heard a blade being yanked out of its sheath. "Try that again," I heard the voice say threatening. "And this time with the right answer."
"Hey!" I heard my Mother say, angrily. "You can't come in here and threaten us!"
"Actually, sweetheart, I can. I can do anything want. And I can do what I want with what I want. And that includes you, sweetie."
"And why would I do that? Why would I do that with such a disgusting pig like you?" I heard my Mother demanded; disgust filled her voice.
SLAP!
Even I heard that slap; it was that loud.
I heard a scuffle happen. And the evil man said, "Hold him. And her."
There was a huge scuffle and then a scream; like someone was in pain. I heard my Mother beg, saying, "Don't! Stop! Please!"
"I will once you give me what I want."
"Never! I will never give him to you!" I heard her yell.
"Then face the consequences," I heard the evil man say, darkly.
And right after that, I heard a gunshot and my Mother scream; a scream like no other. It was like she was being torn apart. Maybe she was; I had no way of knowing in this dark cupboard. I gasped at the thought. I wanted to scream at the very thought of my Mother being dead, but my voice was caught in my throat.
"Search for him; search for the boy! Search everywhere!" I heard the cruel man ordered.
I heard what sounded like a tornado tearing apart my small cottage. I heard them rip, tear, throwing things around; not daring to be gentle. I heard things breaking, falling apart, as the objects were being thrown around.
I had to bite my lip to keep myself from screaming out loud. I tried to scream inside, but it didn't work; the sound was deafening.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Went the things in my house.
Snap.
Snap.
Snap.
Went the few furniture my parents used to have in our house.
Rattle.
Rattle.
Rattle.
Went something beneath me.
I shook in fear for what that meant.
"Find him, you stupid oats! Find him or it will be the last thing you imbeciles will do!"
I heard a boom, boom, in the side and front of me. And I heard a rattle underneath me. The cupboard around me started to shake. There was a pounding outside of the cupboard.
'Oh, no,' I thought, terrified. 'They had found me!' I wanted to scream but I knew that they would find me sooner if they did.
The cupboard I am in started to creak, weighing down and I started to sink. It started to rumble beneath me. And without another warning, the cupboard came crashing down.
Pain flared through my ankles, arms, legs, back, head; everywhere. But I hardly noticed it as my fear accelerated. My heart was pounding in my chest so hard that I thought it might burst. And it was beating so loud that I thought everyone could hear it.
That wicked man kicked me in the side, or at least I thought it was him, and he ordered me to stand.
I looked up to see his gruesome face. One so ugly that not even a mother could love. And one so cruel that you wonder how can they live with themselves. The monster didn't even have any hair; he was completely bald. His head was deathly pale white, that showed black veins sticking out.
The creature's ears were pointed, deathly pale as well, with the black veins all over it.
Its mouth was disturbing; its lips were blood red and its teeth were sharpened to a point, pale white, and they were smiling at me. Actually it was more of a smirk.
But the most disturbing attribute to the creature was its eyes. Its eyes were inhuman. The sclera part of the eye-which is the outer white part of the eye-was completely black when it should be white. The pupil was small, round, and black. The only part that wasn't black, was the iris which was blood red.
I turned my head away, and I end up seeing my parents laying dead on the floor.
My Father was sprawled out everywhere; some of his limbs didn't even seem to be attached to his body; there's so much blood. My Father's throat was ripped out; bleeding everywhere, laying in a pile of blood. His eyes looked like they were pulled out by force; they weren't even in their sockets, and the eye holes were bleeding heavily.
My Mother was also sprawled out across the ground; next to my Father. And she had a gunshot to the head; blood was still spilling out of the wounds. Her eyes were still opened, but they were blank, unseeing. At least she still had her eyes.
I sucked in a breath; I could hardly even breathe. I didn't even dare to breathe. The sight horrified me. How could anyone, or anything, do such a horrendous thing?! It disgust me how anything could do such a thing!
I felt fingers grip my chin, forcing me to face the wicked creature in front of me.
"So you see what we can do," said the creature, his voice strangely giddy. "And we can do it with ease. So, if you think ever about escaping, "and he turned my head to face my parents, "Just remember your parents."
I was still terrified, but I managed to gain enough courage to glare at him; to glare at the disgusting creature in front of me. But the thing in front of me laughed in front of my face; making my confidence drop a bit, I didn't drop my glare though.
Leaning close to me, he and I nearly touched. "Don't forget you belong to us now."
I felt a sharp pinch in my neck, and I fell unconscious before I even hit the ground.