Hell Frozen Rain [4/?]
Dark Again
Alfred suddenly woke with a scream. That panic increased when he realized his glasses were missing. He immediately began to look for them, hands frantically reaching out for the missing spectacles. The American was relieved when he found them a few minutes later.
However, relief turned into utter shock when his vision focused.
From the looks of it, Alfred had lost consciousness in some sort of restaurant. Tables were strategically placed across from each other while stools lined the bar. Walls were painted a nice royal blue and the floor was tiled black and white. Music could be faintly heard in the background - despite the relative darkness.
“W-What? How-“ Alfred was utterly confused.
Bewildered, he staggered up, wiping the grime out of his hair. The American frowned and glanced down at his body, searching and feeling for any blood or wounds, but there were none. He delicately felt the skin on his hands, the fabric of his clothes, and the hair on his head. Except for the previous injures he sustained, he noticed nothing new, no stabs, no lacerations, no bite marks, no claw marks and no incisions.
Nothing.
“This isn’t happening…this can’t be right…” Alfred mentally chanted. He looked at his hands as if they were unholy abominations.
Was that…that rustic Hell - all just a dream? Were those monsters…those demonic bastards - also a dream? Every bone - no - every cell in his body wanted to believe that.
Yet...
The American clutched his stomach.
It felt very real. He distinctively recalled how painful the knife was piercing his flesh. He distinctively remembered hemorrhaging and how it stained his shirt. He remembered screaming until his voice became hoarse, then silent. He remembered crawling - fingernails digging into the metallic floor to escape.
So it wasn’t a horrible nightmare?
Alfred wasn’t sure anymore. He could no longer tell which parts he had been dreaming and which parts could have been real. Or was it possibly that he was still dreaming? Then how could a dream look and feel as real as this?
Suddenly he found himself walking backwards and slamming into the now open doorway. Quickly turning around, the blonde let out a gasp.
The sky was no longer dark. Torrential rains that were previously falling were now replaced with snow. Foul smells of human decomposition and blood all but vanished. Metal grading, barbwire and other rustic elements had also mysteriously vanished. Lastly the siren - that dreadful siren, could no longer be heard.
Only the faint sound of music behind him played in the otherwise silent atmosphere.
Or
Could it be?
Maybe something has a hold of me
Like...
He didn’t know where he was going, he just knew he had to keep running. Every part of his mind agreed, he needed to run.
Flee.
Escape.
Run.
Danger.
Run away! Run away! Run away!
Now and then Alfred would look behind him to see if something was following him. Thankfully nothing was chasing him…yet. Sprinting across another intersection on Finney Street, the American saw cracks appearing in the road. That could mean only one thing.
“No…” Alfred said in disbelief.
To Alfred’s misfortune, the bridge that Finney Street ran across the river had suddenly and inexplicably collapsed. The American walked towards the edge and noticed the river rushing turbulently against the ruined support pillars. There was no way he could wade across…
Viewing to his right, Alfred noticed a police car a few feet down from him. Perhaps assistance?
Hope diminished when he stepped closer to the vehicle. The car was totaled; all windows shattered and the front end crushed. Blue eyes widen when the American noticed a trail of blood from the driver’s seat, down the hood, down the slanted pavement, and disappearing into the rushing waters of the river below.
“The cop-m-must’ve-been catapulted…” Alfred thought. What’s happening to this town?
Stepping away from the car, the blonde noticed its trunk was opened. Intrigued, he peered inside - police gear that was useless…wait is that a key?
Picking it up, Alfred could see an imprint of a lion stamped onto the silver key.
“What’s this for?” The American thought.
Although the key wasn’t his, he held onto it - possibly because it may become useful sometime later. Once again, glancing around Alfred became unsure of what he should do next. There wasn’t anyone in town that could help him, seeing that the townspeople apparently vanished off the face of Earth. He couldn’t call-wait that was it! He could call Arthur for help!
Fumbling through his pockets, Alfred realized he wasn’t carrying his cell phone.
“I must have left it in the car…” The blonde thought.
Again he kicked his heels into a run and starts back towards the car. The landscape around him seemed to be right out of a surreal dream. For the most part, the streets were the perfect pictures of American suburbia; a row of quaint, rustic houses complete with picket fences, wooden post mailboxes, and doghouses out front. That is, unless you fail to notice the fog that enshrouds, blood splattered on walls and on the ground, and most noticeably, the giant gaping chasms.
Finally after what seemed like hours of running, Alfred found himself at the intersection where the small road ascends up the mountainside. He stops for a moment to catch his breath before walking up the trail. The American noticed torn pages littering the ground up ahead. This was odd - considering these papers weren’t there before…
Alfred followed the trail of papers and was shocked to see it lead straight back towards the car. He was even more shocked when he discovered a note in the passenger’s seat, reading ‘TO SCHOOL’.
School? Alfred remembered there was an elementary school in this part of town. Was someone trying to contact him? Could it be possible that Eduardo is at the school? Or someone else is reaching out for help?
“Maybe they’re waiting for me…” The American thought.
Stuffing the note his pocket, Alfred then searched for his cell phone. Shuffling around at bit, he found it and starts to dial Arthur’s number.
“C’mon…C’mon…” The dialing tone is heard for several moments.
Unfortunately, the Briton doesn’t pickup - instead his voicemail plays.
“I’m not able to answer right now, please leave me a message.”
“Arthur, it’s me. I’m in Silent Hill,” Alfred explains.
“Look me and Eduardo got into a car accident…were both hurt…Eduardo’s gone and everybody else is missing. Right now I’m going to the school to look for him. Listen, if you get this please help. Something’s not right. Silent Hill…there’s something wrong with the town…everything’s-please…help…”
Flipping his phone off, the American stepped outside the vehicle and once again ventured out into the falling snow. However, the journey to the school proved to be difficult, chasms obstruct the quickest and easiest routes. An annoyed groan escaped from Alfred’s mouth as he came across another dead end. It was like the town was setup as a maze and he was the mouse, scurrying around to find the cheese but instead, bumped into dead ends.
“At this rate I’ll never get there…” The American worried.
He’s about to give up when his eyes noticed another piece of grimy paper next him.
‘DOG HOUSE. LEVIN STREET.’
“Dog house? What is that supposed to mean?” Alfred thought. These notes didn’t make any sense.
Alfred heeded the note’s instructions and ran towards Levin Street. Like the other streets, this one was wrapped in fog and coated with snow. The American scanned both sides for any doghouse. So far there was nothing except front lawns devoid of any life. This makes Alfred yet again wonder what happened to the townsfolk. Apparently, something horrible happened and everyone needed to evacuate. But what was so horrible that it caused the entire town to flee in a panic?
“Could it be that-“
Suddenly, something clamped down onto the American’s left arm and Alfred lets out a painful scream. Quickly turning to his left, blue eyes widen in horror.
A dog has bitten him.
A skinless dog has bitten him.
A skinless, skinny, rotten dog with brownish flesh and red eyes has bitten him.
“G-Get off! GET OFF!!!” Alfred screamed.
He wrestled with the creature in an attempt to free his trapped arm. But the dog’s jaws are surprisingly strong and didn’t lighten their hold. Finally, by summoning his strength, Alfred pried the dog’s mouth away from his arm and threw it aside. He stepped back and stared at his injury. Blood flowed steadily from the wound and it quickly stains the bomber jacket he was wearing.
Straightening up, the demonic dog growled at the American and curled back, ready to attack again. Alfred clutched his injured arm starts a slow pace backwards, trying to stay away from this…thing. The dog approaches him; teeth stained with blood and claws jutted out for attack. Suddenly, he tripped on a pipe that was lying on the ground. Alfred falls to the ground with a thud.
The dog jumped on impact.
Then, as if he viewing the world in slow motion, Alfred reached for the pipe in front of him. He didn’t have time to second-guess his decision and swung the pipe foreword. The American felt the dog make contact with it, resulting in a sickening sound of bone and tissue coming apart. The dog flew backwards and smashed into the ground. Alfred immediately bolted up, pipe tightly gripped in his hands.
He stepped to the dead dog, watching the blood spew out of its smashed head. He gasps when the sank in.
“I-I killed it…” Alfred thought.
This encounter proved one thing.
He wasn’t dreaming - this was real.
“We need to get out of here,” the American concluded. Seeing that the pipe may be useful for defense, he keeps it.
Alfred then walks away from the bloody scene and continues the search Levin Street. He examines the houses, looking for that blasted doghouse. His eyes suddenly turned to a specific house. One specific object in the front yard had caught his attention…
“Doghouse!” The blonde exclaims aloud.
He smiles. So that’s what the note was talking about!
The American runs to the front lawn. It’s a fairy decent house, two stories tall, bay windows, an oak door and it was painted red. Nothing too fancy, yet also nothing to complain about. The doghouse is a different story; it was fairly old, the paint was chipping off of it and several pieces of wood stuck of it almost like quills on a hedgehog.
Kneeling down, Alfred takes a gander inside. The interior is riddled with cobwebs and there is an old food bowl in one of the corners. Looking up, the blonde sees that there is a key taped on the ceiling. He reaches out and pulls it off - was this key to the house? The blonde turns his head back towards the house.
“Who keeps their house key in a doghouse?” Alfred pondered.
Shrugging, he stands up and walks over to the front door. To his surprise, the key unlocks the door and - with caution - Alfred steps inside. The space inside is appointed with fine furniture and other luxury items. Walking past the dining room, the blonde enters the kitchen. There is another door, possibly leading to the outside but three sliver locks close it.
Remembering that other key he picked up, the American takes it out and tries it on one of the locks. The first one doesn’t work, nor does the one below it. A smile forms on Alfred’s face as he heard a click from the third lock.
One down, two more to go.
Alfred now turns his attention to find the other two keys. He searches the kitchen and he discovers a pocket flashlight in one of the drawers. However after a few moments of searching, the keys are nowhere to be found.
“Now if I were a key…where would I hide…” The American mumbles as he looks around.
He spots a map on the fridge and when he steps over to it, an eyebrow is raised.
The map depicts Old Silent Hill but someone has written all over it with black ink. There was a dot placed on Levin Street while there was a black line running down an alleyway. Drawn on the map where two circles, one on a street called Ellroy and another on that bridge Alfred came across earlier. Lastly a message was written in cursive.
“Keys for the Eclipse.”
“Eclispe?” The blonde says in confusion. He mentally handwaves the message and studies the map.
“That’s probably where I’ll find the other keys…” Alfred concluded.
Grabbing the map, the American steps back outside and goes to find the other keys. What seems like hours searching and running, (he wasn’t sure how long, time seemed to ceased abruptly) Alfred finally locates the last two keys. However the task wasn’t easy; along the way he discovered more of those ‘demon dogs’ as he dubbed them in the alleyway. After a tough fight (and tear marks on his bomber jacket), the blonde found the second key.
The next key proved to be challenging. When he ran down Ellroy Street, a giant chasm met Alfred halfway. Looking to his left, the American spotted a house perched precariously near the chasm’s edge. Stepping over for a closer inspection, Alfred could see another key on the porch and the only way to get over there was by a rigidly plank lay across. With caution, the blonde makes his way across the makeshift bridge, trying his best not to fall.
Once on the other side, Alfred picks up the final key. Then - without warning - the house begins to shudder. Suddenly the blonde felt the ground shift closer the chasm’s edge.
The house was collapsing!
Not a moment to hesitate, the American bolts for the wooden plank. He barely makes it across before the house behind him begins to crumble. Alfred stumbles back as he watches the entire section he was previously standing on collapse and disappear into the deep chasm below. Counting his lucky stars, the blonde dusts himself off and starts back towards Levin Street.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Alfred stops for a moment to catch his breath. All this sprinting around running was making him terribly tried and his muscles ache. It was a surprise to him that he didn’t collapse due to exhaustion yet. Feeling his breathing go back to normal, the blonde walks back into the house. Once inside, he strolls to the back door and unlocks the remaining locks.
The backyard is green with shrubs and plants. There was a table there with some patio chairs. A grill was also nearby, causing the American to think that the owners who own the house love to entertain. Stepping outside, Alfred sees the gate on the other side of the yard.
Suddenly, the sky grows darker.
The American breaks out into a cold sweat. The last time everything went dark, that siren went off and everything started to change into that…rustic Hell. He switches the flashlight and his relived to see that nothing as changed. Although the fog has disappeared, the snowfall has become noticeably heavier. Jittered, Alfred tightens his grip on the pipe as he steps outside the back yard.
“To the school…” Alfred thinks as he ventures into the darkness.
A/N
Again, sorry for the delay, everything is kinda shitty lately.
Again, please tell me if there are any grammar mistakes. Because even re-reading this three times already, I always have some sort of
grammatical error. (What I really need is a beta reader thingy...)
Again, if you hadn't realized, each chapter switches back from Eduardo and Alfred. That COUGH*sexy*COUGH* Mexican will be in the next chapter - with an accidental shirtless scene. D: (It's not my fault...that monster-thingy attacked him. Plus Mexico is...well hot. What I am not creepy >///>; Oh the next chapter will have two new characters and a 'special' appearance by Alchemilla Hospital. Plus something about Mexico's history. I don't know yet but freaky shit is about to happen. D:
Notes
The word 'eclipse' comes from astronomy. Example is the eclipse of the sun and moon.
The key 'Lion' alludes to the Cowardly Lion.
The remaining keys Alfred finds are respectively named Scarecrow and Woodman.
Sound familiar?
We're off to see the wizard~
Soooooo...comment? Please? Pretty please? v_v |||
Alfred suddenly woke with a scream. That panic increased when he realized his glasses were missing. He immediately began to look for them, hands frantically reaching out for the missing spectacles. The American was relieved when he found them a few minutes later.
However, relief turned into utter shock when his vision focused.
From the looks of it, Alfred had lost consciousness in some sort of restaurant. Tables were strategically placed across from each other while stools lined the bar. Walls were painted a nice royal blue and the floor was tiled black and white. Music could be faintly heard in the background - despite the relative darkness.
“W-What? How-“ Alfred was utterly confused.
Bewildered, he staggered up, wiping the grime out of his hair. The American frowned and glanced down at his body, searching and feeling for any blood or wounds, but there were none. He delicately felt the skin on his hands, the fabric of his clothes, and the hair on his head. Except for the previous injures he sustained, he noticed nothing new, no stabs, no lacerations, no bite marks, no claw marks and no incisions.
Nothing.
“This isn’t happening…this can’t be right…” Alfred mentally chanted. He looked at his hands as if they were unholy abominations.
Was that…that rustic Hell - all just a dream? Were those monsters…those demonic bastards - also a dream? Every bone - no - every cell in his body wanted to believe that.
Yet...
The American clutched his stomach.
It felt very real. He distinctively recalled how painful the knife was piercing his flesh. He distinctively remembered hemorrhaging and how it stained his shirt. He remembered screaming until his voice became hoarse, then silent. He remembered crawling - fingernails digging into the metallic floor to escape.
So it wasn’t a horrible nightmare?
Alfred wasn’t sure anymore. He could no longer tell which parts he had been dreaming and which parts could have been real. Or was it possibly that he was still dreaming? Then how could a dream look and feel as real as this?
Suddenly he found himself walking backwards and slamming into the now open doorway. Quickly turning around, the blonde let out a gasp.
The sky was no longer dark. Torrential rains that were previously falling were now replaced with snow. Foul smells of human decomposition and blood all but vanished. Metal grading, barbwire and other rustic elements had also mysteriously vanished. Lastly the siren - that dreadful siren, could no longer be heard.
Only the faint sound of music behind him played in the otherwise silent atmosphere.
Or
Could it be?
Maybe something has a hold of me
Like...
He didn’t know where he was going, he just knew he had to keep running. Every part of his mind agreed, he needed to run.
Flee.
Escape.
Run.
Danger.
Run away! Run away! Run away!
Now and then Alfred would look behind him to see if something was following him. Thankfully nothing was chasing him…yet. Sprinting across another intersection on Finney Street, the American saw cracks appearing in the road. That could mean only one thing.
“No…” Alfred said in disbelief.
To Alfred’s misfortune, the bridge that Finney Street ran across the river had suddenly and inexplicably collapsed. The American walked towards the edge and noticed the river rushing turbulently against the ruined support pillars. There was no way he could wade across…
Viewing to his right, Alfred noticed a police car a few feet down from him. Perhaps assistance?
Hope diminished when he stepped closer to the vehicle. The car was totaled; all windows shattered and the front end crushed. Blue eyes widen when the American noticed a trail of blood from the driver’s seat, down the hood, down the slanted pavement, and disappearing into the rushing waters of the river below.
“The cop-m-must’ve-been catapulted…” Alfred thought. What’s happening to this town?
Stepping away from the car, the blonde noticed its trunk was opened. Intrigued, he peered inside - police gear that was useless…wait is that a key?
Picking it up, Alfred could see an imprint of a lion stamped onto the silver key.
“What’s this for?” The American thought.
Although the key wasn’t his, he held onto it - possibly because it may become useful sometime later. Once again, glancing around Alfred became unsure of what he should do next. There wasn’t anyone in town that could help him, seeing that the townspeople apparently vanished off the face of Earth. He couldn’t call-wait that was it! He could call Arthur for help!
Fumbling through his pockets, Alfred realized he wasn’t carrying his cell phone.
“I must have left it in the car…” The blonde thought.
Again he kicked his heels into a run and starts back towards the car. The landscape around him seemed to be right out of a surreal dream. For the most part, the streets were the perfect pictures of American suburbia; a row of quaint, rustic houses complete with picket fences, wooden post mailboxes, and doghouses out front. That is, unless you fail to notice the fog that enshrouds, blood splattered on walls and on the ground, and most noticeably, the giant gaping chasms.
Finally after what seemed like hours of running, Alfred found himself at the intersection where the small road ascends up the mountainside. He stops for a moment to catch his breath before walking up the trail. The American noticed torn pages littering the ground up ahead. This was odd - considering these papers weren’t there before…
Alfred followed the trail of papers and was shocked to see it lead straight back towards the car. He was even more shocked when he discovered a note in the passenger’s seat, reading ‘TO SCHOOL’.
School? Alfred remembered there was an elementary school in this part of town. Was someone trying to contact him? Could it be possible that Eduardo is at the school? Or someone else is reaching out for help?
“Maybe they’re waiting for me…” The American thought.
Stuffing the note his pocket, Alfred then searched for his cell phone. Shuffling around at bit, he found it and starts to dial Arthur’s number.
“C’mon…C’mon…” The dialing tone is heard for several moments.
Unfortunately, the Briton doesn’t pickup - instead his voicemail plays.
“I’m not able to answer right now, please leave me a message.”
“Arthur, it’s me. I’m in Silent Hill,” Alfred explains.
“Look me and Eduardo got into a car accident…were both hurt…Eduardo’s gone and everybody else is missing. Right now I’m going to the school to look for him. Listen, if you get this please help. Something’s not right. Silent Hill…there’s something wrong with the town…everything’s-please…help…”
Flipping his phone off, the American stepped outside the vehicle and once again ventured out into the falling snow. However, the journey to the school proved to be difficult, chasms obstruct the quickest and easiest routes. An annoyed groan escaped from Alfred’s mouth as he came across another dead end. It was like the town was setup as a maze and he was the mouse, scurrying around to find the cheese but instead, bumped into dead ends.
“At this rate I’ll never get there…” The American worried.
He’s about to give up when his eyes noticed another piece of grimy paper next him.
‘DOG HOUSE. LEVIN STREET.’
“Dog house? What is that supposed to mean?” Alfred thought. These notes didn’t make any sense.
Alfred heeded the note’s instructions and ran towards Levin Street. Like the other streets, this one was wrapped in fog and coated with snow. The American scanned both sides for any doghouse. So far there was nothing except front lawns devoid of any life. This makes Alfred yet again wonder what happened to the townsfolk. Apparently, something horrible happened and everyone needed to evacuate. But what was so horrible that it caused the entire town to flee in a panic?
“Could it be that-“
Suddenly, something clamped down onto the American’s left arm and Alfred lets out a painful scream. Quickly turning to his left, blue eyes widen in horror.
A dog has bitten him.
A skinless dog has bitten him.
A skinless, skinny, rotten dog with brownish flesh and red eyes has bitten him.
“G-Get off! GET OFF!!!” Alfred screamed.
He wrestled with the creature in an attempt to free his trapped arm. But the dog’s jaws are surprisingly strong and didn’t lighten their hold. Finally, by summoning his strength, Alfred pried the dog’s mouth away from his arm and threw it aside. He stepped back and stared at his injury. Blood flowed steadily from the wound and it quickly stains the bomber jacket he was wearing.
Straightening up, the demonic dog growled at the American and curled back, ready to attack again. Alfred clutched his injured arm starts a slow pace backwards, trying to stay away from this…thing. The dog approaches him; teeth stained with blood and claws jutted out for attack. Suddenly, he tripped on a pipe that was lying on the ground. Alfred falls to the ground with a thud.
The dog jumped on impact.
Then, as if he viewing the world in slow motion, Alfred reached for the pipe in front of him. He didn’t have time to second-guess his decision and swung the pipe foreword. The American felt the dog make contact with it, resulting in a sickening sound of bone and tissue coming apart. The dog flew backwards and smashed into the ground. Alfred immediately bolted up, pipe tightly gripped in his hands.
He stepped to the dead dog, watching the blood spew out of its smashed head. He gasps when the sank in.
“I-I killed it…” Alfred thought.
This encounter proved one thing.
He wasn’t dreaming - this was real.
“We need to get out of here,” the American concluded. Seeing that the pipe may be useful for defense, he keeps it.
Alfred then walks away from the bloody scene and continues the search Levin Street. He examines the houses, looking for that blasted doghouse. His eyes suddenly turned to a specific house. One specific object in the front yard had caught his attention…
“Doghouse!” The blonde exclaims aloud.
He smiles. So that’s what the note was talking about!
The American runs to the front lawn. It’s a fairy decent house, two stories tall, bay windows, an oak door and it was painted red. Nothing too fancy, yet also nothing to complain about. The doghouse is a different story; it was fairly old, the paint was chipping off of it and several pieces of wood stuck of it almost like quills on a hedgehog.
Kneeling down, Alfred takes a gander inside. The interior is riddled with cobwebs and there is an old food bowl in one of the corners. Looking up, the blonde sees that there is a key taped on the ceiling. He reaches out and pulls it off - was this key to the house? The blonde turns his head back towards the house.
“Who keeps their house key in a doghouse?” Alfred pondered.
Shrugging, he stands up and walks over to the front door. To his surprise, the key unlocks the door and - with caution - Alfred steps inside. The space inside is appointed with fine furniture and other luxury items. Walking past the dining room, the blonde enters the kitchen. There is another door, possibly leading to the outside but three sliver locks close it.
Remembering that other key he picked up, the American takes it out and tries it on one of the locks. The first one doesn’t work, nor does the one below it. A smile forms on Alfred’s face as he heard a click from the third lock.
One down, two more to go.
Alfred now turns his attention to find the other two keys. He searches the kitchen and he discovers a pocket flashlight in one of the drawers. However after a few moments of searching, the keys are nowhere to be found.
“Now if I were a key…where would I hide…” The American mumbles as he looks around.
He spots a map on the fridge and when he steps over to it, an eyebrow is raised.
The map depicts Old Silent Hill but someone has written all over it with black ink. There was a dot placed on Levin Street while there was a black line running down an alleyway. Drawn on the map where two circles, one on a street called Ellroy and another on that bridge Alfred came across earlier. Lastly a message was written in cursive.
“Keys for the Eclipse.”
“Eclispe?” The blonde says in confusion. He mentally handwaves the message and studies the map.
“That’s probably where I’ll find the other keys…” Alfred concluded.
Grabbing the map, the American steps back outside and goes to find the other keys. What seems like hours searching and running, (he wasn’t sure how long, time seemed to ceased abruptly) Alfred finally locates the last two keys. However the task wasn’t easy; along the way he discovered more of those ‘demon dogs’ as he dubbed them in the alleyway. After a tough fight (and tear marks on his bomber jacket), the blonde found the second key.
The next key proved to be challenging. When he ran down Ellroy Street, a giant chasm met Alfred halfway. Looking to his left, the American spotted a house perched precariously near the chasm’s edge. Stepping over for a closer inspection, Alfred could see another key on the porch and the only way to get over there was by a rigidly plank lay across. With caution, the blonde makes his way across the makeshift bridge, trying his best not to fall.
Once on the other side, Alfred picks up the final key. Then - without warning - the house begins to shudder. Suddenly the blonde felt the ground shift closer the chasm’s edge.
The house was collapsing!
Not a moment to hesitate, the American bolts for the wooden plank. He barely makes it across before the house behind him begins to crumble. Alfred stumbles back as he watches the entire section he was previously standing on collapse and disappear into the deep chasm below. Counting his lucky stars, the blonde dusts himself off and starts back towards Levin Street.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Alfred stops for a moment to catch his breath. All this sprinting around running was making him terribly tried and his muscles ache. It was a surprise to him that he didn’t collapse due to exhaustion yet. Feeling his breathing go back to normal, the blonde walks back into the house. Once inside, he strolls to the back door and unlocks the remaining locks.
The backyard is green with shrubs and plants. There was a table there with some patio chairs. A grill was also nearby, causing the American to think that the owners who own the house love to entertain. Stepping outside, Alfred sees the gate on the other side of the yard.
Suddenly, the sky grows darker.
The American breaks out into a cold sweat. The last time everything went dark, that siren went off and everything started to change into that…rustic Hell. He switches the flashlight and his relived to see that nothing as changed. Although the fog has disappeared, the snowfall has become noticeably heavier. Jittered, Alfred tightens his grip on the pipe as he steps outside the back yard.
“To the school…” Alfred thinks as he ventures into the darkness.
A/N
Again, sorry for the delay, everything is kinda shitty lately.
Again, please tell me if there are any grammar mistakes. Because even re-reading this three times already, I always have some sort of
grammatical error. (What I really need is a beta reader thingy...)
Again, if you hadn't realized, each chapter switches back from Eduardo and Alfred. That COUGH*sexy*COUGH* Mexican will be in the next chapter - with an accidental shirtless scene. D: (It's not my fault...that monster-thingy attacked him. Plus Mexico is...well hot. What I am not creepy >///>; Oh the next chapter will have two new characters and a 'special' appearance by Alchemilla Hospital. Plus something about Mexico's history. I don't know yet but freaky shit is about to happen. D:
Notes
The word 'eclipse' comes from astronomy. Example is the eclipse of the sun and moon.
The key 'Lion' alludes to the Cowardly Lion.
The remaining keys Alfred finds are respectively named Scarecrow and Woodman.
Sound familiar?
We're off to see the wizard~
Soooooo...comment? Please? Pretty please? v_v |||