Bloodline - Excript
#1 of Scraps
Author's note - Hello, this is a small bit from a story I'm slowly writing on that I have high hopes of one day publishing. You are more than welcome to leave critisim and thoughts on this bit, in fact I encourage it! Enjoy!
Jason opened the door, half expecting his father to be standing at the front with his foot rapping against the floor in silent frustration, but there was nothing. Only a dark stillness that made him even more uneasy. He tried the light, yet nothing. It was just him and nothing, all in one silent doorway. So with all things protesting against it, he entered and shattered the quiet darkness.
"Mom? Dad? I'm home, sorry I'm late." He broadcasted as he laid his bags down, fumbling around as his eyes adjusted to his surroundings, "Is everything alright? What happened to the power?"
There was a sound, a creaking of the floor. Nothing about this was right, every cell in his body screamed that all at once. There was something wrong. Logic told him to get out, call the cops, but his heart was notoriously against such a philosophy...he had to check on them, he had to make sure his parents were alright. He armed himself with a lamp from the hallway table, and entered the main room.
Jason was unprepared for the sight before him. His Mother was on the ground in her own blood, covered in deep gashes. In the moonlight he could see the ungodly fear etched into her dead face. The sight was overwhelming, his entire world began to spin and his mind went numb as he heard a raspy voice behind him.
He turned to the doorway wall to meet his Fathers gaze, and dropped his quick solution of a defense. His entire entrails were hanging out as his crimson essence drained from his deep wounds. His face was etched with grim horror as he gave a determined gaze at his son.
"D-dad...what...?" His Father uttered one word before his life slipped from him...Run.
A low growl shifted his gaze to once again another figure in the dim light. Before the entrance was a great Beast, with Amber eyes alight and fur drenched with blood. The young man was freed of his petrified fear when the creature gave a curtailing roar. He bolted as fast as he could through the kitchen and the back door, running with all his might through the cornfield behind the house. He could hear the Beast rustling behind him, getting closer and closer, his heart racing! And with a painful thump he tripped, Jason turned to see great talons come slicing down. His world went dark afterwords.
His body tingled in a strange sensation of pain and tightness, it took him a few moments of blinking and moving to become fully aware of a simple fact...he was alive. Was it all just a nightmare? That hope grew dim as his eyesight began to clear up, he saw that dawn had begun to break; red light had begun to streak across the sky and touch the land. He shifted his attention back to himself and he noticed was that he was naked, almost fully covered in drying blood.
Jason turned and saw a great furry mound in the clearing of the corn stocks, as soaked in blood as he was. He didn't have to inspect it even further to know it was dead, something inside him told him that much. The man was dazed, confused, and sick with taste of copper in his mouth. The last thing he remembered before blacking out again was more rustling, and outlines of people surrounding him.