Vivid imagery scaling the ever-changing walls, a rocky cave painted red by the chunks of rotten flesh. Almost as if a butchers knife clawed it's teeth into a large fish. Trapped within the cave a small boy, only around the age of two or three. The cave uttered an ever going echo partnered with a scaly growl. Yet in the midst of the happening the boy did not whine, nor do much else for that matter. The boy continued in a childlike fashion to not hear the darkness out. To push it away. Innocence factored in the boys life remaining whole. The dark clenches of the beast or the paranormal or even the devil himself could not clench fear into the boy. Nor sadness, nor anything else. Not even joy, a sneaky trick to convert the child to the darkness had an effect of none. It was as if the darkness within this cave had tried its best to spark a host for itself...
Unfortunately, the boy had no emotion spewed by its efforts. The shackles remained on this dark entity. And it would lie- for all eternity, alone, in the darkest reaches of the earth. The darkness in fear of it's own origin, the pitch black nothingness. A pit of dust and bugs and gravel. No, even further below that. Some hollow point within the earths crust, or maybe a bubble of pure nothing.
Sadly, I'd love to tell you the darkness within this cave had remained whole within the nothingness, or wherever it had possibly crawled out of...
But no.
The darkness made it's way to the human world.
And this boy, would be it's main objective.
Waste of the Underworld
Introduction - Simon Coleman
2007 | Earth | Rome, NY
Waking from a power-nap, our boy a teenager now. Simon Coleman, his name- standing at 5'10, around 153lbs. A slim build, obsessed with the color black. Ripped jeans and skater shoes. Long black hair and silver eyes. Simon had awoken from a much needed nap, involving a final goodbye to his school in Syracuse. His family moved to Rome in the hopes of a new start.
A year prior, Simon had lost his brother in a tragic accident. Doing a number on him and the family as a whole. This has led Simon to close himself off, he stopped dating, even talking to his friends at the time. This was the first time he sensed pure hatred.
The court had only sentenced the driver to 17 years. Simon refused to believe the man involved would serve this time for killing his brother.
Simon held these emotions in knowing his family would lecture and try to force their opinions of the matter down his throat.
At his current age, in current time- Simon had grown interested in the paranormal. Ghosts, Angels, demons, ghouls. Anything that sparked this interest collected itself in a long fletched out notebook labeled 'Plan A'.
His other notebook contained weird markings he'd dreampt up years ago in his sleep. The notebook was labeled 'Broken Shackles'. With a short story involved within the notebook, about a baby boy trapped in a cave, closing off a dark entity.
Simon got out of bed finally to go eat dinner. Leaving the room, his secondary notebook lit up a bit and flung towards the ground.
01 - Shackles - End