Fear Garden Event Drabble
This drabble was suppose to be completed during the earlier stages of the Fear Garden Event but I got busy and I lost inspiration for it. However I managed to finished it last night, so here we go.
Warning: talks of child abuse, alcoholism, a bit of racism, blood and gore, mild cannibalism and just all around bad people
Amanda was slouch into her favorite( read: only) armchair with the fireplace blazing and a glass of wine in her hand. She wasn’t really paying attention to her surroundings if anything she was only half there. He mind was in the garbage.
She glanced at the grandfather clocked at the end of the hall which gave a chime to the midnight hour. Amanda scoffed and turned her hazel eyes back to the wall. Here she was Friday night, alone, bored and drunk out of her damn mind.
She used to be a vibrant and happy woman with plans to travel the world and see new things but instead every night she came home to the same house, the same four walls of her room and the ceiling that mocked her with sleepless nights.
All because of that man…
The one guy who every girl wanted to be with, and she was the one he chosen. He dropped so much money on her, took her to sights she had only dreamed about. All this- for one night.
One night changed her life.
One night sent the man packing and instead gave her a child
The thing she should have drowned at birth
Amanda sent a look up to the ceiling where she knew the brat was sleeping at. She had to be. Amanda had knocked her against the wall for leaving her toys in the living room. Now they were in the fireplace burning and her daughter was upstairs with a hand-print on her face.
The mother took a quick swig as she returned her attention back to staring at the wall.
She then turned her attention back to the blaring television where a news reporter was discussing current events.
They were discussing about the recent discovery of missing homeless people. From war veterans to children who were lost in the system. The lack of individuals was stifling authorities and the debate was whether or not they should use the manpower to find them.
‘Please, if anything, they should be focusing on the damn thievery in this place. It’s the damn blacks, definitely the gang members. Probably the ones killing the homeless people and using their bodies for some voodoo or shit…’
Amanda grew tired of her thoughts and grabbed the bottle next to her only to stop. She dropped the bottle on the floor and sighed rubbing her temple. She was trying to decide should she go ahead and go to bed when she began to hear a faint voice…singing?
Amanda sat still for a moment, wondering who was singing a melody. It was…sad and haunting. For a moment, Amanda was remembering the old woman who would sang a lullaby for her dead grandchildren. It was so melancholy and aching that it gave young Amanda chills from then to now.
She tilted her head still listening to song. She winced as a sharp pain went through her head but shook it, trying to clear her mind. If she didn’t know better, it sounded like it was coming upstairs.
Right from her daughter’s room.
Standing up and grabbing the bottle, she walked quietly up the stairs. Her headache began to pound through her brain and she grabbed the banister to keep herself steady. A white flash cover her eyes and for a few moments, she thought she went blind. Amanda closed her eyes and steady her legs, taking a deep breath. The singing was now becoming high pitched, it was the only sound the woman could focus on.
'What the hell is in my house?!’
She growled and open her eyes, the house was still dark and cool. She placed one foot on the first step, the creaking echoing loud in the house. Still the lullabies continued louder and louder. It was a wonder the next door neighbor had not come banging on the door again.
Suddenly the singing stopped and all was quiet.
Gritting her teeth, she gather her resolve and was about to take another step when a strong arm wrapped around her chest trapping her limbs.
“Sorry sweetheart,” came a husky voice, “but you’re not invited to this tea party…”
Amanda’s eyes widen and she open her mouth to scream when a hand ceased the sounds and a pricked in her neck signal she was drugged. She began to feel sluggish and the room began to spin. The singing resume again and she knew no more.
She had woken to what felt like cotton in her mouth and limbs heavy like it was dipped in quick drying cement. She open her eyes to find herself in the middle of the living room the television on and playing a static station. Amanda tried to move her body but found she could only move from the neck down. She swiveled her head around to see if anyone was there.
At first she heard quiet whispers.
Then a woman’s voice erupted from the kitchen.
“Damn it Dante, you said she would be asleep by the time we arrived! She almost ruin everything!!”
“First of all, please be louder Orion. I don’t the stars can hear you all the way in the Astronome Galaxy. Second, I thought she would be asleep cause by midnight cause that’s what usually happens: she drinks that piss of watered down booze and passes out in her chair.”
A sniff was heard and then a disgusted gasp echoed the room. “Although if she’s drinking this tonight, no wonder she was still up….”
The woman growled and a glass shattered against the wall.
“Hey I was going to drink that!”
A snort erupted from the woman’s throat. “The last thing I need is you intoxicated. Come on, Captain should be arriving soon.”
Footsteps began heading towards and she tried to feign sleep. Unfortunately it did not fool anyone.
“Well well well, Sleeping Beauty is awake and breathing. Damn!”
Knowing that the jig was up, Amanda open her eyes and looked up to her captors.
The man was tall and broad. He had long black trailing along his chest and onto his head. The tips of his hair barely covered the nipple rings or the obscene tattoo of a snake devouring a man that cover most of his chest and abdomen. He was wearing leather pants and boots that seem to cover most of his thighs. It was the face that scared her. She could tell he was handsome but he had blood all over his face and red pupils were blown wide. He had a killer grin and she could see he had flesh in between those sharp teeth.
He notice her staring at him and realizing what she was gasping at, gave a chuckle. “Sorry darling, had a nice snack while I was waiting for you to doze off. Your neighbor- what was his name?” He hummed for a second before snapping his finger. “Mr. Tavin!!! Man he was a fat and loud guy. Actually threaten me with a gun but well I was in a dine and dash mood so I snapped his neck!” The crazed man frown. “Which was a disappointment ‘cause I wanted to eat him raw and alive….”
“Dante shut the hell up,” the woman said with a sneer. Amanda took a glance at the cold female who had place her foot on the drugged woman’s abdomen. She was about a foot smaller than the man but she still held a commanding aura. Amanda could tell she was in charge. She too had black hair but it was short. The woman’s face was beautiful as if she crafted by the gods themselves (Amanda could admit that she was envious of the beautiful creature in front of her). She was wearing a red tunic with black trousers and her feet were covered in steel toe boots. She had a lithe body but Amanda could tell there was muscle on her arms.
The female assailant press her heavy boot harder onto Amanda’s ribs as if she wanted to crush them. She could only feel pressure but no pain. The woman frown and removed her foot. “Damn what kind of drugs did you give her? She can’t feel anything!”
The man called Dante smirked. “My own little formula. My own special concoction. It paralyze the victim but keeps them aware of their surroundings.”
The female tilted her head, looking amuse. Then she frowned. “Does that mean you planning on eating this one here,” she said, emphasizing Amanda with a kick, “alive and breathing?”
“Dear Stars I hope not. That is so vulgar Dante…”
A new voice appeared, again female. Amanda swivel her head to the shadow against the wall where she heard the voice echoing from.
A short woman stepped out as if she had stepped from a door. Another figure, taller than the others was following her.
“Really Dante, you can’t eat everyone we come by. Some have to go to Pitch and others are promise to me…”
If Amanda could shiver in terror, she would be rocking the very ground she was laying on.
The new female was also slender, again short but from the stance and the way she walked, very agile. She was barefooted yet her feet was covered in different designs, archaic marks. She was in a short black dress with gray leggings underneath. Her yellow eyes seem to be studying her as if she was an insect.
But it was the man behind her that frightened her even more.
His skin was gray and his orbs were also yellow like the woman’s. However his promise something more. Something dangerous. He stood taller than the one called Dante and while lithe, had muscles that would make any man jealous. He was wearing an outfit a Captain would if out on the sea. He radiate such powerful aura.
The gray man looked down at her and smirked. “Has our honored guest arrived, Orion?”
The woman nodded. “Yes Captain,” she answered. Then she tilt her head as if listening to something. Soon enough Amanda heard two sets of footsteps coming down the stairs.
Despite her muscles turning stiff, she did manage to turn her head towards the sounds.
If she could scream, she would release all the sound from her soul.
The thing was tall and lanky. It had no visible features save for the glowing yellow eyes and a gaping mouth. In one hand it held a scythe that was also black. In the other,
Her bastard child Lucy.
The pirate man walked forward, finally kneeling in front of her daughter. He cupped her chin gently, almost like a loving father. “She’s is so young and fearful,” he said. Amanda gritted her teeth as she wonder why her child was not running to get help.
“Such a tragic youth, so many monsters in her nightmares,” the pirate continued. He turned his head to look down at the mother on the floor. Amanda winced as his cold gaze turn upon her.
“You are the monster that plagues your daughter’s dreams,” he said standing up. “Its hilarious when you think about it.” He then looked at creature who was still holding Lucy’s hand.
“Take her to the ship. I’m keeping this child.”
The man named Dante stepped forward. “What about Pitch, though? We do have a specific quota to fill tonight?”
The bare-foot woman chuckled. “Do not worry. We have already done that. Between Sahar and I, we have captured more than enough children and adults for the Nightmare King.”
Amanda’s eyes widen at the information.
'There are more of these kidnappings happening?!!’
The pirate gave an evil smile. “Then I guess we should head back to the Nightmare Galleon, to recuperate for tomorrow’s raid.”
The creature gave a small screech and led Amanda’s daughter to the shadows where the others came from.
The woman called Orion kicked the mother’s side, causing her to grunt. “What about her? Do we take her?”
The pirate snorted. “I don’t want her type on my ship, plus I wouldn’t dare give her the honor of becoming Ghastly Crone.”
She nodded. “Then deliver her to Pitch?”
The half-naked man stepped forward. “Can I have her?”
The group turn to stare at the man who had the nerve to blush. “I’m still hungry and I didn’t get a chance to finish my meal…”
The pirate sighed before walking towards the shadows. “Do as you will Dante. Remember the procedures. Do not leave any traces of foul-play. The mother and child left in the middle of the night to get away from everything-”
“Yeah, yeah Captain,” he said waving his hand. “I know what to do. I will get some Nightmare Men to help with it.”
The cold woman walked to the pirate man. “You better Dante. I do not have time to clean up your damn messes…” The other female walked behind her and all three disappeared into the darkness.
Amanda’s eyes widen at the fate that was to be bestowed on her. She tried to open her mouth to beg and plead. Deep down she was hoping it was a drunk-induced nightmare and she would wake up.
The man showed her that it wouldn’t be the case. He dropped to his haunches, curling his hand into the woman’s hair. “You know to be honest, I was going to ask the Captain if I could keep you alive as a servant but…. I’m so hungry right now…”
“Amanda Callins, age 28, works as a sale specialists at Kohl’s. Mother of one 6 year old girl, Lucy.”
“That’s what the file says?”
“Yep. Her manager was wondering if she was going to come into work, called the residence, no answer. It was the daughter’s school that gave us a call when they got no answer.”
“The kid could have been sick.”
“Not with what the teachers have been noticing. Turns out the mother is a trouble parent and Lucy had signs of abuse on her body. The social service was building a case against the mother and take Lucy out when this happen.”
“So the mother took her daughter and skipped out of town?”
“Yep, and the landlord is also missing. A Mr. Carlton Tavin…”
"You think the both of them were together and they left?”
“Anything is possible. Alright we’ll put out a warrant for the mother’s arrest and missing minor for the child. It’s only one night; they couldn’t have gone too far…”