experimental weirdness
Umm... so back before Christmas, this little thing just popped into my head. It's really weird and I'm posting it because I'm bored.
Title: none yet
Rating: Probably R
A/N: it's like an OC/Supernatural crossover, just without the Supernatural. If that makes any sense. It's the OC in the Supernatural universe. Kind of. Sorry, this is weird. And it's just a prologue, so it's definitly not finished.
“It’s called a roast, Seth, eat it,” Kirsten scolded, trying not to smile. Her son continued to stare down at his food, poking it with his fork.
“Hey, you know what?” Seth looked up, eyes wide. “Did I ever show you the sketches that got me into RISD? No? I’ll do that now.”
His chair skidded against the tiled floor as he pushed it out, and he all but ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
“Simple, yet effective,” Sandy grinned, eating a forkful of his own roast. He resisted the urge to make a face as he swallowed.
Kirsten had yet to perfect the art of cooking.
“You think he’d find a better excuse for not eating here. I mean, look at Ryan,” Kirsten pointed at the other empty seat at the table. “At least Taylor gets a date out of my cooking.”
Sandy snorted and continued to eat.
…
Seth sat on his bed, trying to figure out how long he had until mom and dad started to get suspicious. He figured he had another minute or so before his ‘getting sketches’ excuse started to get shady.
Finally he sighed and stood, grabbing his sketches off the desk and heading back downstairs, wondering if his mom should be eating her own cooking while pregnant. What if it was undercooked or something? What if she’d accidentally poisoned it? What if his little brother or sister came out oddly shaped because mom’s roast was radioactive?
Although, he mused, if it was radioactive, maybe his sibling would come out with super powers. That would be so cool. He knew that kind of stuff was out there, somewhere, he just hadn’t found it yet. Because come on, every society in the world had supernatural crap, it had to be real.
And he was totally waiting for the day when a radioactive spider would bite him.
There was a thump from the kitchen and he wondered if maybe dad had figured out a way to get out of dinner, too.
He grinned and skipped down the last few steps, making his way to the kitchen. He needed to think up a punishment for Ryan, too, ditching him like this to brave dinner alone. Sure, sure, he was ‘on a date’, whatever, like Seth bought that. Ryan was totally just avoiding dinner…
There was a distant sound of fluttering papers as his sketches fell from his hands when he froze in the doorway to the kitchen.
The smell of blood was unmistakable; he’d had enough skateboarding accidents to recognize it.
It was everywhere.
The table.
The floor.
The roast.
And he wondered, as his eyes finally moved to the bodies, why he hadn’t seen them before. His dad was on the floor next to his mom’s chair, like he’d been… like he’d been standing in front of her when he fell.
To the ground.
Throat slashed.
Seth felt his stomach heave, but he managed not to throw up.
His mom… his mom was slumped over the table, but her throat hadn’t been cut. His eyes traveled down to where her stomach…
This time he did throw up, and he watched his mother’s half digested roast hit the floor near his feet.
There was a movement in the kitchen and when he looked up, a man he hadn’t seen before, dressed in black, hooded, turned to look at him. In the man’s hand was something small and bloody, and maybe if he’d eaten more dinner, he would’ve thrown up again.
The thing’s eyes - it couldn’t be human, it couldn’t - flashed red and it disappeared out the sliding glass doors.
He felt cold seep through his limbs, but he didn’t faint like he thought he would. Instead he felt numb, his feet felt nothing as he walked over the cold kitchen tiles, his fingers felt nothing as he picked up the phone and dialed 911.
He felt nothing.
No fear.
No disgust.
Not even when he thought back to the bloody lump in the thing’s hands.
His little brother or sister.