Chapter One - Cell

It was their first day coming to a class. The children were shy at first, but eventually they opened up to each other. It was bright, sunny and seemingly perfect. A car parked outside and the children went quiet, their teacher inquired what was wrong, but not a sound was heard in reply. An eerie silence grew ever colder as the car door opened and the footsteps grew closer. Tap. Tap. Tap tap. The teacher flinched at each sound. She eventually gathered the courage to go to the door. It opened as she reached out for it.

The beautiful weather was in stark contrast to the small boy's features. Dark and cold, yet they had a curious spark which conveyed understanding beyond the realm of logical possibility. He looked through the teacher to the board.
“Uninteresting.” he uttered and sat down without further ado.
His eyes are terrifying, the teacher couldn't help but think. Immediately the boy raised his hand “Ms. Can I ask you a question?” He moved on without the answer “What does terrifying mean?”

His eyes open slowly, and they sound of his former teacher's crying slowly faded away. He rubbed his eyes and reached out into the gloom. He fumbled around for the light. As the room lit up, he sighed. He was still in the same desolate, leaden cell as always. He looked around the cell at what he had been provided with. A cold lonely breakfast was sitting upon his table. As he ate the cold bacon and eggs, he said to himself grumpily “They could at least wake me up.”

Unfortunately, the only thing that answered him was the room itself, and it was little more than mimicry. He finished the meal and made sure he didn't leave anything. Strange, he thought, I cannot even bear leaving food on its own now. He curled up on his bed and began reading his new book, he found the outside fascinating, but he never had until he'd lost contact with it. He felt forlorn as if he had lost his very best friend. He knew he would never see it again.

The light flickered, and each time it did, the darkness encroached upon him. He closed his book and laid it down on his bedside table. He grasped the remote and the power flicked on. He attempted to watch his recordings of Mock the Week. Upon this failure the boy turned off the television and lay down.


Tap. Tap. Tap tap. The sound from the metallic door broke the reclusive silence. It tore at his ears and the boy cried. “I don't want him in my class!” the child sobbed “His eyes are scary!”

The taps came once more. He tore at his eyes, the boogeyman had come for him. His mommy and daddy had always told him, but he had never listened. A feeling came to him. He stopped crying. The man had calmed his fear, he felt hesitation, but it wasn't his.
“You can come in now,” he called confidently “I won't bite.”

I'll try and get the next chapter up ASAP for those that care.