It was 6:52PM in the indistinct dawn. The distant blinding sun was descending deep into the hostile night, in defeat. The sound of crispy footsteps were bashing onto the chalky sidewalks as the Winter breeze gushed through Ryan's thick coat. He quivered adorably and wrenched onto his coat for warmth and comfort. However, he was still piercing cold and very alerted.
The sun completely vanished as the darkness from the eternal night shielded the skies and the hysterical stars from ever beaming upon another person's gloomy mood. Fog roamed around Ryan sinisterly. Preying on him secretly. It had felt like he was miles away from his own ruined home, with countless light years ahead of him until he'll reach his destination. Or even make it halfway through. While the wind yowled and screeched, Ryan moaned. Darting his fingers all over the place as if they were having an anxiety attack. He exhaled out an immeasurable cloud of smoke, as dense as steel, from his bitterly cold breath.
"Dammit!" he cursed to himself, loudly. Stiffening his shoulders and shriveling nonstop. "I told Darren that it was gonna be freaking cold tonight! Crap! Also, I should've brought an extra coat."
He sighed hopelessly and squished onto his matte brown coat, leaving massive crates on them from his firm grip. He tried his best to stay relaxed from all the spooky noises he was sensing from the depths of the blackness surrounding him. But soon, it became useless and unbearable. As for it soon became all Ryan will ever hear. It sincerely does hurts him, majorly. The frantic whispers remarked him of his possessive demons and his countless nightmares that he will forever have and experience. That he was alone and was nothing. And will always be nothing but a miserable disappointment.
Ryan knew it was true. His parents thought the same ever since they died. Ever since they left and abandoned him in this cruel diminished world. All he had left was his own demons to deal with. To keep him up at night, and to make him feel beyond traumatized and beyond guilty. To make him view sickening beasts everyday, and every hour. His legs quaked as Ryan jerked them forward on the tedious journey. The tedious journey to his friend's house. Friend Darren's house.
As the voices strengthen and grew more furied. Ryan felt a fainted tap of his own shoulder. Startling him and licking his shoulder with its encrusted greasy long claws.
"Tap, Tap."
Ryan gulped and vibrated nonstop from all the anxiety and horror emanating off of himself. Hurriedly, not wasting another second. Ryan bolted away from his current area. Flashing pass the convulsing dim street lights, zooming past the metallic rustled cars of the neighbors. And finally, leaping in front of one of Darren's neighbor's home. He's almost there.
Hyperventilating, he gazed at the neighbor's home. It seemed vivid and nonchalant. There was bells dangling everywhere on the front. Even though, the house was spotless, it still seemed like a dampy swamp. Or even an eyesore if you glanced at every lazy detail it had. There was bells chanting literally everywhere around the house. Being abused by the infuriating breeze. He's been here hundreds of times, he knew that this neighbor was sincerely awake. Possibly jogging and hopping up and down, squating to his elderly workout videos. And he knew that he makes his house seem like this on purpose, for whatever reason.
Ryan supspired and tranquilize himself. He knows that whatever jabbed him back over there. Couldn't just dissipate and die out and leave him alone. It must be still lurking around, either gathering a plan to bash him. Or bantering around with more trifling naive children. Either way, he couldn't risk stumbling back into its grasps. Not again, anyway. With that, he hesitantly strolled forward.
Leisurely gliding pass the neighbor's wreck of a home. Getting a perfect glimpse of his shimmering tights and his wailing sweaty face through a smeared window.
"Argh! Be infinity! Argh! F-Fight the Power! ARGH! Fight it!"
Those words and his grunts were echoing around the house. Projecting into the rejected starless streets. Making Ryan feel a bit uncomfortable. Along with disturbing some other neighbors.
Ryan anticipated that it'll take ages to finally arrive at Darren's house. Yet, a couple of feet in front of him. He peered at a creased home. Seeming like a total wreckage, smashed with ravishing decorations and such. He bounded forward, thrashing onto the front first steps. Glancing and gasping at how professionally decorated the house was. It had enchanting lights and plants. It practically seemed like the neighbor's house. Only more alluring and nothing moist or dirty.
While the lights killed the darkness surrounding Ryan, he punched on the door. Hearing its blaring doorbell, echoing throughout the whole neighborhood. Causing all the neighbors to whimper and cuss, as they try to enjoy themselves with they're own tasks.
It took longer than Ryan had expected for Darren to open up. Perhaps she's doing something at the moment? And her trudging little sister was far too slothful to even shove an inch. He punched the doorbell again.
Yet, again. Nothing.
He didn't even heard a motion or a peep behind the door. As he tried one more time, he pranced over the ledge of the steps. And glanced through the window on the side of the house. Hoping to see or sense something. But unfortunately, the window was too confined and blurry for him to detect a speck.
As he plunged his figure back in front of the door. The lights were suddenly oddly out. As if they were abusively attacked or demolished into nothing but the crackling noises it keeps convulsing out. With that, the darkness returned. Along with the voices. Poking and nudging all over him, he felt those sinister claws gripping him again. But, not only focusing on his shoulders, Ryan soon felt a ramming finger piercing through his calves. Carelessly trimming off his gray skin. Even though, Ryan knew his skin was still attached. It still felt petrifying.
His legs trembled as he began hyperventilating again. The claws upon him were striping him and wrenching him down, possibly, in the pits of hell. Or in the defeaning gates of his eerie nightmares. As he dreaded for help, the door suddenly flung open. Tears trickling down his throat, he frisked up and scampered into the house without care. Scraping some of his organs and limps on the jagged ledge from outside. When he got inside, he manhandled the door and mashed it close noisily.
Suspiring nonstop, he trembled forward and spoke with a cleaving voice. "Ah...Darren. What the hell!? Didn't you hear me smashing on the door?! Are you freaking deaf!?"
Ryan assumed Darren was standing behind him, alongside her little sister, Rin, prancing around her with a beaming smirk. Able to make anyone adore her. However, when he twisted himself around, he saw nothing. Nothing but pure diminess and an abandoned place filled with wore out laughter of small children. As he trudged forward, scanning every daunting detail inside the place. He arrived in the distant kitchen. Assuming they'll be in there.
"Umnh...Darren! Didn't you-"
He froze. There was nothing but a leveled kitchen with the dry microwave sparking out fire like a laser gun. The windows were trashed in every way imaginable. Boiling batter from seemingly joyous cupcakes were scattered across the tilted floor. Cabinets were tossed across the room in fragments of dented wood and smudges. And the sink was vomiting infected water endlessly. It seemed like someone was brutally slaughtered here. Resulting in a savage crime scene.
"Umm.....Darren?"
He meandered forward, gamlopping across the splattered contagious batter of once-known cupcakes.
"Uhh....Darren, you're kitchen is destroyed, uh oh. Did someone try to molest you or something? What did you do?"
After thousands of unanswered calls. Ryan mashed onto a loving picture frame. It was sealed with infinite notched glass fragments. Possibly from the excruciating broken windows. As he softly jabbed then away from the matte frame and clenched them in his tender clutches. Sensing an odd vibe.
He gazed at the gloomy picture frame. Even though it showed pure glee and laughter. The blackness in the atmosphere, gave it a glassy obnoxious vibe. Ryan suspired, drooping his high hunched shoulders. And exploding out all of the anxiety that was tucked and secured inside of him. Steadily draining his life-force. By then, Ryan dropped the calm and collected act he was playing. As for now, he knew that his friends must be in danger at the moment.
He wanted to spring out of the kitchen and dash upstairs. Fearlessly attack the enemies like a bad-ass beast. Snarling at everything with no regret. But he couldn't. His legs wouldn't crack an inch. Ryan wasn't up for it anyway. He was far too weak and useless to ever do such a courageous act. Only heroes were able to do such. And Ryan's no hero. He's only a kid. He can't do anything.
The obnoxious vibe around the frame grew heavy and dense. Practically juddering Ryan to move and follow. But he did nothing. Only stood there. As he was standing, again, he felt a fainted of his shoulder. Bitter claws forcing themselves inside of his gray skin. Along with an ominous presence of some sort of a demon or devil, villianously standing behind him. It had black skin with a white shimmering grin. It was naked, though, its skin was too ragged in a heated mess for anybody to see its genitals. It possibly didn't had any, anyway.
In an instant, Ryan briskly twitched around. But he saw nothing. Nothing besides a stippled pitch black trail of endless footsteps, that seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
Ryan gulped, swallowing a colossal lump in his throat. As it collasped down into his jello shivering system filled with fear and horror. He sincerely didn't desired to follow the sunless footprints. He knows better than the idiotic horror movie characters. Practically begging themselves to get horribly murdered and devoured by the monsters.
Ryan begun wafting the other way of the trail, playfully strolling away as if there was nothing and the atmosphere was friendly and enjoyable. However, once he stammered and crumpled his next quivering footstep. He was suddenly grasped by a withering and piercing cold hand. It strangled him into its crusty clutches, and it immediately rammed Ryan upon the black trail. With a joyous smirk laid upon its face.
Ryan was squalling and whimpering in intense fear. Vibrating all over the place, like a vibration chair in a frenzy. Punching and struggling for him to escape from the demonic arms squeezing him and killing him drastically. As he frantically panicked endlessly, being practically almost unconscious. The figure thrusted him inside a indistinct, black twisted room. As he tumbled upon on his buckling legs, his face widened when he saw it.
Around the corner, resting motionlessly on the dented floor. Laid a corpse. A corpse of his once-living best friend's little sister. Rin. Tears were trickling down her ripped eyes, fusing with her own blood and veins, that was which sealing the floor. As Rin was exploding out gushes of her bitter blood, a figure, a couple of inches upon her. Collapsed onto the floor in unsettling chuckles and laughs.
Ryan knew that figure. He definitely seen it before somewhere. Somewhere ruined and lifeless. A place where all the horrifying figures live. Diminished and trampled. Although quite exciting, there was finger paintings imprinted on the walls. The figure, with its long crabby hair and its long extended claws. It dove in. Tearing apart Rin's guts from limb from limb. Splattering blood everywhere, some even landing inside Rin's dull eyes.
The figure annihilated Rin's beautiful remains. After some time, after it destroyed Rin pridefully and gleefully. It firmly grasped a huge pile of her limbs, and wrenched it inside its own lungs. Almost strangling itself, it chopped and munched and finally consumed Rin's left arm. Smirking a devilish grin with delight from her taste.
Then, it repeated. Practically devouring every single speck of Rin, until it was down to her rawboned rips. It yanked her bones separately and slurped on them. Sucking on them like a colorful lolipop. Then, once again, it repeated.
Ryan stood in absolute disbelief. Shivering as his heart completely froze and his brain completely shut down. His legs were juddering as they lost all of they're strength and stumbled upon the blood scattered floor. Creating a thunderous smash, as Ryan laid motionlessly and unblinkly.
His eyes faded into a dull gray color, instead of his natural shimmering green. Seeming they could erupt at any second. His skin turned bright pale, and his lips began clapping as they turned stale and chapped. Tears steadily glided out of his eyes, plummeting down his lifeless cheeks, like a majestic waterfall. And as the tears corrupted his skin, his legs began hurtling and pounding as if they suddenly went into a frenzy.
His legs heaved his vibrating body into the air, oscillating and flipping all over the place like an encrazed lunatic. The monster launched its head at him with the wickest bloodshot eyes. It frisked from the clustered floor, prancing up into the confined ceiling. Going entirely mad. Its face clenched and its nails, printed all over its twisted shape, razored like a dragon's teeth. That smile. That daunting and that merciless smile, slithering its path upon the monster's face. Increasing the thunderous blasting of Ryan's adrenaline and suspense that's hauling inside his poor system.
"Ryan...," the monster uttered in a spine-shattering voice. As deep and as hellish as the devil himself.
As the monster clumped towards Ryan on the frail walls. Ryan shrieked and flustered with panic as his whole body rushed to escape. However, an uncanny force tangled him and lugged him down onto the stained floor. Not allowing him to even itch.
Ryan soon felt a thousand hands and fingers slipping all around him. Mauling his eye sockets, wounding his internal organs, and snipping his outermost skin.
Ryan's skin dissipated into pitch blackness, seeming emotionless and deceased. While the monster rose above him, saliva trickling down its dropped chin. Cackling menacingly and bringing its unnerving presence closer and closer. Closer until it was practically inside Ryan himself.
While it was there, its mouth erupted. Retching and detonating out black substances. The black substances charged through Ryan's veins. Infecting all of Ryan's puny cells. Flating the entire room, as soon everything turned into the haunting blackness. The eternal, ever-lasting, and the hateful darkness.
It shriveled away inside Ryan, engraving inside his brain. Turning his mind into a ruined unstable palace. Blocking out his sight and his intense hearing. Decking him out of reality itself as Ryan lost grip and brawled to breathe.
Yet, he couldn't. No matter how much he tried or demanded to. He couldn't ever taste the honeyed fresh scent of the once pleasing atmosphere. He was drowning in an infinite torment, being dismantled and ripped apart effortlessly, cell by cell, from a colossal wave. Filled with all of his greatest fears.
He was choking and wailing for his friends. For his friends to help him, to save him from his darkest and ruthless enemies, that seems like they won't ever leave him be. Yet, Rin was dead. And Darren was already gone. She was gone centuries ago.
Ryan felt like sobbing. He felt like dying. He felt abandoned as if he was a revolting piece of trash. And he felt like for everything to just pause, and actually do something that's helpful and productive. Before he could do some real major damage. He felt dreadful and terrible. He was replusived from himself, greatly.
As the diminess filled his soul and his already ravaged mind. Carelessly and recklessly consuming every corner of his mind. And as his heart finally stopped. Becoming absolutely numb.
Ryan fainted. Fading away into the forever darkness. His demons claimed him and devoured him like he was nothing.
Although, being nothing for Ryan. Wasn't a surprise.