First off, I'd like to say thank you to all of the people who had read and reviewed my story titled One Wish. I never thought I would get so much attention on something I thought was originally going to be a four chapter story. Thanks again!
Okay moving on, I'd like to welcome my first horror! Yah! Horror! Before we get started, I want to say that I know this story isn't going to be very scary. I'm going to try but, I have learned that reading horror's isn't as scary as actually seeing them. Which reminds me, I still want to go see Silent Hill…
Note: Rating may go up, in later chapters, but who cares about that?
I was determined to make a humor story for KILL THE EMPIRE (And Oni), because I had told him I would and I keep my word. Though, I couldn't think of a good plot. After reading all of his horrors, I decided to write a horror story instead. Hope you like it!
Also this may have parts similar to the somewhat horror movie, Stay Alive. So if you have seen the movie and see the resemblance please don't yell at me for it, because I know.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my character.
Enjoy!
What Lies In the Dark
Chapter 1: Introduction
He stood in front of the window, listening to thunder rumble violently outside. It was the perfect weather, at least in his mind. The rain fell endlessly from the black night, and the low dark clouds completely covered the sky. A jagged bolt of lightened abruptly flashed in the sky, for a quick second, lightening up in front of the young smasher.
The young bird named Falco, continued to stare out the window. He was deep in thought, continuously biting on the end of his pencil with his beak. His eyes studied the millions of water droplets on the window, as they steadily slid down to the windowsill. He removed the pencil from his mouth, waiting for another lightening strike.
Falco crossed his arms and leaned up against the cold white wall, looking back into his dorm. The room sat in silence, and the only supporting light was the lone candle sitting on the desk in between the two beds. The young bird was roomed with the ever-so mysterious Pokemon, known as Mewtwo. The two smashers barely engage in conversation with each other. Most of the time, they're not in the room at the same time. Falco spends most of time with his two friends, Fox and Roy, while Mewtwo hangs out with…his so called friends. Falco wanted to switch with another smasher, but Master Hand wouldn't allow it.
Unfortunately, Falco had to deal with the silent physic Pokemon.
A sudden lightening strike caused Falco to immediately turn his attention back to the window. His mouth slightly hung open, as the lightening bolt shined brightly in eyes. This time it was close, like it had struck right behind the campus in the distance. A few seconds after the lightening vanished, the thunder loudly appeared, startling the blue bird.
Falco took this calm silent time to go back to his writing. He held the pencil firmly within his right hand, and scooted his chair underneath the wooden desk. The young smasher took a deep breath, and glanced down at the large book in front of him. Ever since the beginning of the tournament, he had been writing a horror story about the smashers. He was hoping to finish before the tournament was over, but wasn't quite down yet. The tournament had ended two days ago, with Captain Falcon as the champion.
Tomorrow, they are going to head home.
Falco twirled the pencil within his fingers, as he re-read the last paragraph he had written. He nodded to himself, with a confident grin, and abruptly continued to write. Of course, he hasn't told anyone about the story, except for Fox. Though, Fox doesn't know much, except that it's a horror about all of the smashers. Falco wanted to surprise the smashers by showing them before everyone leaves, but he doesn't believe it will be finished.
With the privacy and the rain calming down, Falco was able to get pretty far into his story. Of course, it wasn't far enough until a sudden knock came to the door. Falco sighed deeply, as he continued to write. He told everyone he wanted privacy, yet one smasher has no brain to understand what he truly meant.
" Go away."
The door opened anyway, and someone shuffled themselves into the room. Falco slammed his pencil down on the table and immediately closed the book, looking over his shoulder. Doctor Mario waddled his way in, carrying a bunch of bottles in his arms.
Yes, it was true. Even though he was a doctor, he had no brain.
" What part of go 'away don't' you understand?"
Doctor Mario walked up to the table, and placed the five bottles next to Falco. Falco raised an eyebrow and grabbed the nearest bottle lifting it in front of him. He carefully shook it around, studying the strange yet interesting bright green liquid inside.
" It will only take a few minutes." The doctor replied.
Falco lowered the bottle. " What is this stuff?"
Doctor Mario's blue eyes glistened as he smiled, placing his hands on his hips. " These are my latest inventions." He explained triumphantly.
Falco shook his head. " Not this again?" He complained. " D. Mario, you're a doctor, not a scientist."
Doctor Mario nodded. " I know." He grabbed one of the bottles, holding it up. " But I wanted to prove to everyone that I can create successful potions."
" We already have Link and Zelda for that." Falco explained, getting impatient.
Doctor Mario frowned, dropping his hands to his side. " Please Falco!" He complained, practically begging. " No one else will listening to me."
" Not even Mario?"
Doctor Mario shook his head in response. " No. Will you listen?"
Falco glanced down at his brown book, before looking back at Doctor Mario. He was falling behind in his writing, but he felt sorry for the doctor. He was trying, and Falco had to give him credit for that.
" Okay, but only a minute."
Doctor Mario smiled and contently nodded, placing the bottle back on the desk. As he reached over to grab the blue bottle, he accidentally knocked his hand into the green one Falco was holding. The bottle abruptly fell to its side, causing the top to fly off. Falco and Doctor Mario both reacted to the liquid as it splashed right onto Falco's book.
Falco immediately stood, pushing the chair out from underneath him. He watched traumatized, as Doctor Mario gathered the bottles together, apologizing to Falco. Falco shook his head and pointed to the door, ordering for the doctor to leave.
" Go!"
" I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Falco!"
" Just…go!"
Doctor Mario listened to his heated voice and nodded nervously leaving the room. He closed the door behind him, his footsteps were heard running down the hallway. Falco sighed irritated and ran grabbing a towel from his suitcase. He walked back to the desk, and abruptly stopped in his tracks, glaring down at his book. Falco dropped the towel, and picked up the book examining the cover.
The liquid had vanished.
Falco's eyes widened, as he opened the book, flipping through the pages. None of them were wet or stained, the book seemed perfectly fine. Falco's eye twitched as he nervously looked around the silent room. He knew something strange was going on. Doctor Mario didn't clean up the mess, so where did the liquid vanish to?
Falco hesitantly sat back down at the desk, and opened to the short introduction in the beginning. He remembered he first wrote this introduction two days after the tournament had started. That was about, three months ago. Falco leaned back in the chair, and steadily began to re-read the introduction out loud to himself. He abruptly stopped, his mouth hung open as he leaned forward staring down at the book. As he read the first sentence, the words disappeared, sinking within the pages. He turned to the next page, noticing that everything on that page was normal. Falco frowned, flipping back to the introduction. His heart raced, as he looked around the empty silent room.
He licked his dry lips, shaking the sudden frightened nerve out of him and continued to read.
Once he had finished, Falco stared down at the now empty page. His closed the book, and opened it back up to the introduction. It was still gone. Sweat dripped down Falco's forehead, as his hands began to tremble. He couldn't believe he was this frightened. The young bird knew he was more courageous than this, but what had just happened in front of him, was unbelievable. It was truly impossible.
As Falco turned back to the last page he had written, thunder boomed loudly above him, causing him to almost jump ten feet out of his chair. The sudden thunder, caused the only supporting light to burn out, leaving Falco sitting alone in the darkness. Falco continued to sit in the chair, waiting for his vision to adjust to the dark. He blinked and looked over his shoulder, noticing the door was cracked open.
He remembered clearly, that Doctor Mario had closed it.
" Hello?" Falco called out loudly.
No answer.
Falco stood almost tripping out the chair and made his way toward the door. He opened it, letting the hallway lights into the room. He stood in the doorway, looking down the empty hallway. Familiar voices from the dorm a couple of rooms down, had calmed the bird, but it wasn't enough.
Falco was about to leave, when he heard something fall from behind him. He immediately looked over his shoulder, spotting his book on the floor. The young smasher left the door opened, and walked back over toward the desk. His hands constantly shook as he picked up the heavy brown book, and placed it back on the desk. Right when the book fell from his hands, the door slammed shut.
Falco let out a scream, as he swung around. He stood close to the desk, gripping tightly to the chair next to him. He squinted looking around the room. Suddenly, Falco heard something that caused his hair to stand on ends. Heavy footsteps were heard heading in his direction. Falco's heart continued to race.
" D-doctor Mario?"
The person didn't reply.
Falco slightly looked over his shoulder, reaching out for the candle. He tightly grasped it within his hands and turned looking toward the door. A lightening bolt suddenly flashed in the sky, letting Falco catch a glimpse of the figure standing in front of him. Falco's eyes widened, as he let the candle fall to his feet.
When he noticed the long blade in the figure's hand, Falco let out a scream.
He was hoping someone would hear him, but a giant hand grabbed his neck, lifting him off the ground. Falco gagged, his feet dangled in the air. His wide eyes stared down at the covered arm and gloved hand. He desperately fought to get out of the figure's grip, but failed miserably.
The blade lifted above Falco's head. Falco immediately stopped struggling, and stared up at the blade. His eyes widened as he managed to let out another scream, just as the blade swung down.
Suddenly, his scream was cut off, and all movements had stopped.
A few moments later a knock came to the door and a sweet voice appeared on the other side.
" Falco? Are you okay?"
The door opened and a Mushroom Princess made her way into the room. She frowned and flipped on the light switch, looking back into the room. Her eyes immediately widened, as her mouth hung open in terror. Her face went pale, as she brought her hand in front of her mouth.
A puddle of blood painted the floor, as the thick redness was splattered over the walls and two beds. A body was pinned to the wall, with nothing but a long blade supporting it.
Tears abruptly built up in Peach's soft blue eyes, as she immediately let out a long frightening scream.
A/N:
Well, there's a taste of what's going to come in this horror story. I know it's not much, but it's just a introduction before the real action and horror starts. Everything will make more sense, later on. I promise!
Note: I will not truly begin this story until A Week of Love is finished. I was just bored and decided to write the introduction putting it up early. So be patient with me, okay?
Reviews are nice too! Let me know how this is going so far. It's my first horror.
Until Next Time!