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Imaginarium

A Fairytale of a young boy's imaginations that come to life

Written by Sira

Horror/Dark Fantasy/Adventure

HEY! I apologize my English, I know it's pretty shitty but I'm not English so please, take it easy on me? 3:

WARNING: Story may be disturbing. For all those who are extra weak and sensitive, I prefer you to stop right here! CURSING included. BEsides this is my VERY FIRST story so pwease...? :3

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Chapter I ..... Nightmares

Raining night in 1999. Rall, Blakes brother, is 9 years old boy, living in foster care. Sky filled with dark clouds, lightings striking everywhere. Little Rall in his room, playing with his broken dolls.

- I'm sorry, dad, I didn't mean to drop the spoon! Shut up! You are just waste of my time!

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Rall's way to play with dolls is quite rough. Colored spots with red, it's suppose to be blood. John-doll slapping in Rall-dolls face. He's making quite loud noises when he's playing. Nothing of this has never happened to him, however, it is going to happen. For some reason Rall had this vision, but since he's so young, he didn't know it.

Suddenly he could hear footsteps coming from upstairs. Noises are getting louder, until his room door opens slowly. His foster mom enters in his room.

-Rall, dear. You are making loud noises again. I told you to be more quiet. His foster mom says.

_-I'm sorry, mom. I'm just scared._Rall says.

-Hun, what are you afraid of? Thunder? You are safe here, inside.

-Yes mom. I'm sorry mom.

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His foster mother, Sarah, walks toward him, kneeling next to Rall, who is sitting on the floor, giving him warm soft hug. It was quite surprise that Sarah was good mother, she never harmed her foster son. Rall feels quite safe around her.

-If you want, we can have some ice cream after the dinner. Would you like that? Sarah asked Rall.

He only nodded in response in the dark room. Only candle was lighting the room.

-Come, let's go have some dinner.

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She picked him up in her lap, carrying him to the kitchen.

Day turns to evening. It's getting darker and Sarah is preparing for her long vacation. She's going to visit her parents for couple of weeks, maybe months. She haven't told Rall yet but she's about to.

-Hun, mom is going to see her parents. You and your dad will have to take care of each other while I'm gone, alright?

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_ _She says and walks back to upstairs to pack her bags.

Everything seems quite normal. However, this is the evening when everything in Rall's life is about to change. They just don't know it yet, nobody knows.

Rall notice a car driving in their front yard. It's his foster dad, John. Rall notice something weird about John. He just seems strangely odd. Of course Rall couldn't know it. John opens the door and steps inside. He looks quite upset about something. Sarah walks toward him, giving him soft kiss on the cheek. She's going to work. She's already slightly late.

-Wish I could have some time with you alone, but I must go now before I miss my the train. Remember Rall's having his school trip to the museum tomorrow. Make sure he have everything he needs

-Yes yes, of course. Don't worry sweetheart, John and I will be do just fine.

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John says to her, giving soft kiss back before she leaves.

John walks in the kitchen, putting his keys on the table and as usual, grabs one bottle of beer. Rall remains quiet. He's always been quiet boy. Eating his soup quietly. John looking at him, letting out long sigh.

-So, a museum trip hmm? He ask Rall.

Rall says nothing. He seems like he's scared of something. He is having these feelings and senses that something is going to happen but yet he doesn't know it.

-Why are you so quiet, buddy?

John ask him, sipping his beer calmly, though slightly nervous as well.

John is getting slightly wet, shaky, his breathing getting a little faster. Rall doesn't even look at him in his eyes, instead his sight is nailed down to his soup as he keep eating. Just like always, John is about to lose his nerves as he puts his beer bottle down to the table.

-God damned, Rall! Why are you so quiet?! You have been like this for months already and I have really no ideas why!

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John looses it, his voice is getting louder at poor Rall. So little boy, done nothing wrong. John walks closer to Rall.

-You son of a bitch, why aren't you talking?! I'm asking you a simple question and you are not saying any words!

John rises his hand and is about to slap Rall, but he succeeded to hold himself back a little. He lowers his arm but instead yells at Rall to go in his room. John has never been this upset at Rall, so close to make his first wrong move. Rall looks quite calm for this situation. He sure obeys John and is standing up from his chair, when he accidentally drops the spoon down to the floor. He looks up at the John. John looks back at Rall and start walking toward him really angrily.

• _I'm sorry, dad, I didn't mean to drop the spoon! _ Rall says with loud voice.

- Shut up! You are just waste of my time!

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John yells at him and slaps him on the cheek really hard which makes Rall cry. John just grab him by his neck, dragging him across the kitchen and tosses Rall in his room, locking the room door. At this point John has totally lost his mind.

- You can forget food! You can forget the school trip! You can forget everything! You stay in your room for as long as I am satisfied with you! John yells really loud.

After he is done with locking the door, he walks back to the kitchen, grabs his beer and walks upstairs. Rall in his room, locked up, hungry. Tears falling down his cheeks, crying quietly and scared. He curls down on the floor and later on, he fall in a sleep.

The storm, never-ending storm keep raging up in the skies. It's still dark, though it's early in the morning. Rall's still sleeping on the floor when his foster father unlocks the door and walks in. His gaze is very neutral, no emotions, nothing toward Rall. He grabs Rall by his shirt and tosses him out of the room which sure wakes Rall. He's so frightened of John and he have no ideas what is going on. John, without any sympathy, start yelling at John.

-You, clean the house! Every corner, now!

-But dad...

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Rall tearing as he attempts to stand up from the floor. John doesn't want to hear any opinions so he takes few steps closer to Rall and slap him on the cheek so hard it leaves red paw marks on his cheek. Poor Rall crying, standing up. John grabbing his arm and dragging Rall with him to the broom closet and yet again John just tosses Rall like a ragdoll.

-You'll start with cleaning this whole house! I don't like you living in my house without doing anything at all for it! Clean, or do I have to make you?!

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Rall stands up, those little cheeks all wet, sniffing and crying he grabs the broom and other cleaning equipments and start cleaning. He clearly don't know what to think, he's so blind of fear. However, Rall still have a bit of luck left inside him, when John walks away to grab beer and finds his way upstairs. These moments are savior to Rall since John is not constantly breathing over his neck.

Rall keep cleaning for hours, starving, but not finally not crying. Maybe he have accepted this kind of life. His stomach growling loud, but all he could do is just manage it. John walks downstairs straight to the kitchen. Making delicious looking sandwiches for himself. He walks back to the stairs, carrying some sandwiches and chicken legs with him. He stops before going upstairs and looks at Rall. Rall looks back at John. He seems slightly sick but John doesn't note it. Doesn't or didn't want to.

-You hungry, boy? John gives slight grin, eating chicken leg while asking Rall such a question.

Rall doesn't answer but just stare. Slight drool dripping down his chin to his chest. John, for sure, noticed that and tosses only chicken bone at Rall.

-Here, maybe this will make you happy, pooch.

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John says and mean before he walks upstairs, giving slight laughs.

Rall picks up the bone, noticing there is still just a little meat left as he attempts to eat it all as much as he could. He's never been so hungry like he's now. Thirsty. Oh so thirsty. Gladly he can sneak to drink form the bathroom's faucet. Rall wanted to escape so badly, but he was too scared. Doors are anyways locked and he didn't have enough power to break any windows. So much starving it has used all his power young boy could have. Evening turns into night, night turns into morning. Rall became more depressed, his fur dirty as well as his clothes too. He could hear his room door unlocked and John walks in.

-Get ready to get school, pooch.

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John told Rall and walks away. He though Rall should still get in a school, because he didn't want anyone start thinking if something is wrong. It's the last thing he would want anyways. Rall doesn't even manage to get up from the floor but he's trying. John walks back in and grabs Rall by his neck, dragging him upstairs for a shower.

-Didn't you hear me? I said get ready for school! You are so dirty, we have to clean you up a little!

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John opens shower, only hot water dropping down as he tosses Rall in then. So hot water lightly burning his skin under his fur. Poor cub just screams in pain but John doesn't bother to easy up Rall's torture. Actually he seems to just be enjoying it.

-After this you'll just walk to school, kid. And remember if you even say one word about what I've been doing to you, I'll make sure you won't say any words ever. You got that? I will kill you if you say even one word about me in the school.

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Rall squirms as the hot water just keep dropping all over his body, burning his skin quite hard. John finally close the shower and water stop dropping. Rall is crying lightly but John doesn't care. He pull Rall out of the shower and dries his fur with harsh towel before send Rall down to put new clothes on.

-Oh right and you will walk to the school. It's quite rainy but hey, you'll manage it don't you?

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John chuckles and walks over couch and sat down, drinking his beer and watching TV now.

In the next morning, John notice it's pretty quiet. Well isn't it always, he thinks. But this time it's oddly quiet and he unlocks Rall's door and steps in. He notice Rall is curled on the floor. Still breathing but only passed out. John walks next to him.

-Hey, puppy? Get up.

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Rall doesn't answer, how could he?

-Get up I said!

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John shouts, giving one kick to Rall's body. Still no respond.

-Oh we are not done yet, pooch. I'm not finished with you yet.

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John grabs Rall by his tail and drags him into the car so he could take Rall into the hospital. Not because of pity, but because he isn't satisfied with Rall yet. It takes some time to drive in hospital. Doctors were confused how come this young little cub is so underweighted and starving. Of course John makes up great lies and doctors buy it. They rush Rall into the operation room, putting all those devices they could, trying to avoid Rall's death. It wasn't far he'd die, but they succeeded and Rall stays alive. John is very happy for this.

After some time Rall wakes up and he's confused what is going on and where he is. Doctor is trying to ask him questions, but all the suffer so far Rall has suffered, has made him quite upside down. Rall is totally living in his imagination world, as well as all waken in reality, but he is not quite himself . Doctors decide to keep him in until he's not this messed up.

Hours turns into days, days turns into week. Rall haven't got any better at all, although not that underweight anymore, thanks to hospital food, but he's still quite insane, by his talks. Doctors though all he's talking is nothing serious, he's just sick and need caring. Rall keep saying salvation will come. He says everyone's souls will be purified and they'll be saved, saved from the damnation. Pretty strong words from so young cub.

After two weeks...

John walks in kitchen. John standing over the cooking table, drinking beer and chuckling at Rall as he walks in, holding his tail and his ears flopped down. He have no ideas what's going to happen next, since this is first time John actually have made a lot of food for Rall.

-Sit and eat, Rall. John says quite calmly.

Rall doesn't even bother to think what's going on. His hunger overtakes him and takes the control as Rall sits down over the dinner table, staring all that food. Delicious fish and chicken, all kind of meat Rall really loves. Rall looks over John before he start to eat. Chewing fish happily, but right in the first swallow, Rall could feel it. Oh that burning feeling, fish meat sliding down his burned .... Rall have never felt such hurtful pain and it cause him to kick the table and his fists slam on the table as he yelps, putting fork down on the table. Tears falling down his cheeks as the burning feeling just keep going on. All this happen because of his burned esophagus when he vomited his stomach acids out.

_-Take the fork, pooch and eat!_John yells at Rall.

Rall refuses it as he keep crying before the pain fades away. Rall stop crying and looks at John. With sad face he stares at John, with his gaze he begs for John to stop but John doesn't understand it. John instead walks closer to him.

-I said, take your fork and eat. Do I have to repeat myself?

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Rall tearing, in great fear he couldn't grab the fork. John grabs kitchen knife and walks closer to Rall.

-Grab it now! I want to see you eat! I love to watch you fucking suffer in every ways I possibly could make you, pooch!

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John steps close to Rall and cuts Rall's eyebrow with the knife which cause Rall to whine and yelp loud. His eyebrow bleeding but not that much. Rall covers his eyebrow with his paw, looking down as blood drops on his food. Grabbing then his fork, staring at John as he continues eating.

-That's it, eat! Satisfy me you son of a bitch. You are such a waste of time. I need entertaining and you will give it to me!

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Slowly piece of piece fish meat, Rall keep eating and crying so loud. Pain cannot be described, it's beyond the words that does already exist. John seems getting a little bored at Rall.

-Oh for the love of god, stop fucking whining, pooch! Shut up and eat your food!

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Even when John warn him, he couldn't help. He couldn't keep all that noise inside him. Pain was too great.

grabs Rall and tosses him over the table to ground, grabbing him then again and just dragging him upstairs and tosses into empty room, shutting the door and locking it up.

-You will stay here. I will need you later you little bastard.

John said rather angrily, walking away then. Rall laying on the ground, tearing and sniffing. When will this pain end? He asked himself. Room was cold. No furnitures. Absolutely nothing else than just an empty bed with no mattress, pillow, not even blanket.

In the next morning, John unlocks the door, picks Rall up by his shirt's neck, slapping him on the cheek several time.

-Wake up, pooch! House is dirty and you need to clean its every fucking corner twice, you understand me?!

Once again, John just tosses Rall out of the room like a ragdoll. He doesn't care about Rall, all he did care about was himself living like such a royal.

After couple of hours of cleaning Rall is still cleaning. He enters in this huge hall. Not many furnitures, couple of chairs and table, fireplace, beautiful fireplace and a piano right at the very end of the hall. Rall began feeling something within him when he stares at the piano. He can feel goodness. That piano, it's like magic. Rall couldn't help himself but slowly reach the piano. His paw softly running along the fine wood of this piano. So silky and soft. He sits down on the chair in front of the piano, feeling all those white buttons. He seem to be currently somewhere far away from the house but yet very close. He have found his way out of the misery, which is not reality. While he's fell deep into his imagination world, time pass slower in his head than in real. He seem very relief, not remembering where he really is. In a huge hall playing piano. He have never touched piano before in his life, but there he is, playing piano very first time, beautiful but also sad.

In Rall's imagination he's walking in a city, everything scattered down, ruined. Total destruction. Rall doesn't look scared at all. All the treatment by John have caused Rall to lose his mind and everything he's surrounded in his imagination is what Rall think is right. Forever burning forests in flames filled with souls, eternal prison, never-ending screaming. Bodies and yet living furries in cages, hanging on flaming trees. Starving and suffer everywhere. Terrifying creatures taking over the world. Painful deaths and screaming. Ever burning sun in the sky. Air filled with poisonous flavors. Literally can call the world as living hell, or worse. Rall stands still, staring far in the horizon before he notices big, winger character floating closer to him. Faceless form, shape like an angel in black dark dressing, robe, reaching over its paw to Rall. As Rall's paw reaching closer to the dark angel's hand, loud shout from far could be heard. All the sudden Rall is pulled back into reality. John yelling at Rall, slapping his face and picking him up in the air. John's eyes filled with rage.

-Did I give you order to stop cleaning, huh?! Yet here you are playing piano, you little piece of shit!

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John yells and throws Rall on the floor. Then he turns around to pick up a firewood to beat the life out of Rall.

-I am not going to take care of you anymore, pooch! I want to see you bleed to death!

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John walks next to Rall, starting to smack him with the firewood piece.

-They never should have put you in here in the first place, you never talk at all, you never answer my questions! Am I just a joke to you, huh?!

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Rall covering himself with his arms. Wood piece making nasty mark all over his arms and other body parts John smack him. Crying boy, helpless, unable to defend himself. He is seriously starting to think he was death instead of this never ending suffer. After long beating moments John stop smacking him. He's lost in rage and anger as he tosses wood piece a side and walks over the table when he notice this small knife which was used to open letters. Grabbing it and is about to do his life first murder, but Rall start scream so loud and so long. Room fills with darkness. It's like whole house is shaking on its ground. John stop right where he is and covers his ears. As the room start shaking he stares around lightly scared, but more confused.

-What is this? What is going on here?!

John shouts angrily yet lightly scared, staring around. He notice his ears start bleeding because oh screaming Rall. His scream is way different than ever. It's filled with darkness. John looks at his bloody paws before he rises his gaze at Rall.

-You pooch! You better stop right now or I'm going to kill you with my bare paws!

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John attempts to walk closer to Rall, but Rall's screaming just get lightly louder, young boy nearly passing out of so long screaming. John once again couldn't move any closer after he notice the floor start cracking beneath him. All he could do is move few steps backward. The floor cracking up, opening itself, releasing pure screaming flames all over the room. He could see those ghost faces in the flames. Souls trapped within flames for eternal suffer, never stop screaming. John freeze up in fear. Strange feeling strikes through his spine and bones as the Dark Angel itself rises from the flames. Room start filling with shadowy mist and darkness falls deeper in the room. Big black wings spread far on its both sides as the Dark Angel floating for Rall. He stop screaming and looks up at the Dark Angel. Angel does nothing else than stand there, looking down at Rall. John braves himself and takes pair steps forward, toward Rall and Angel.

_-What have you done, pooch?!_John yells so loud at Rall.

Dark Angel turns his head at John. Rall slowly moves behind his protector to safe from John's violent treatment. He turns his head as he notice piano has turned into organs. Design very dark and evil. Yet he stands up and walks toward the organs, feeling it with his small paws. He sits down on the chair, starting to play very deep and dark but yet very touching music. His imaginations grows stronger and darker during his playing. Music he plays comes from within himself. It's not just normal playing like everybody else have. His music is part of him which has became real. His music has grown deep within himself, making his imagination and nightmares more powerful and more real. As he plays the organs, angel is completely facing John as it drags John with it and Rall into the imagination world. To Rall it's his salvation, to John it's all just pure nightmares he wish he would just wake up from his cozy chair he thinks he's probably sleeping in currently.

All John could see now is destruction, all life is gone, forests burning, sky deep red orange, clouds not letting the sun through. Air smell like burned flesh. To him, this place was damnation, and it has became his grave, his final resting place in eternal suffer and pain. As the sound of the organ lays over the destroyed world, John could feel the ground shaking, this very harsh high pitched voice rising behind him as he turns around to stare straight at the forever burning forest. Flames have surrounded him. Flames burning his soul inside him as he just keep staring. His eyes reflected by the flames and his gaze nails at the huge creature, rising in front of John's very own eyes. Monster, born in the flames, ears hurting voices going through his head as he fall down on his knees, starting to yell in pain as the creature standing in front of him.

Huge creature in fire and smoke, staring at John with its burned eyes. Flames orbing around it and John. John could only feel his fur starting to burn, his skin starting to melt slowly, vomiting blood because his internal organs burning up, bursting boiling blood all over his body, coming through his skin. With flaming tentacles the creature lifts John up. Screaming John, begging for mercy before his final praying, forced to feel the pain and the suffer, slow death. Creature opens its huge mouth, John could feel how his bones, trying to get free from his body.

-Father, take me to your side!

John could only scream and pray for salvation before his smoky and hot bones completely rips off from his body, drops down on the ground one by one. His skin and flesh tossed to prisoners in their cages, hanging on forever flaming trees, starving and crying, been long time since they've got food. Creature growls loud.

Rall stop playing the organs and falls down on the ground, passing out since all of this happened in his imaginations and because he's just so little boy, he doesn't have so much power within himself, though John died for the real this horrible death. Rall sleeping on the floor, John's remains next to him. His nightmares are gone, for now.