Abomination

CHAPTER ONE -- UNTITLED


It wasn’t that Ross believed he was above everyone around him, nor was it the metal disk placed in his head that possessed him to deem himself spawned from the devil. And It wasn’t his mean exterior that caused him to be feared, it was his fury that caused most problems to arise.

I don’t know what Ross is, but I do know about his past. At a young age Ross took a love for animals, of course a chicken or cat would die now and then but nobody thought there was any problem. Lots of children have accidents.

By fifteen there was no stopping him, after a grievous breakup with his girlfriend shemysteriously showed up gutted and slowly making her way down stream. Of course Folks knew it was Ross, he didn’t try all that hard to hide the facts.

Even more people showed up dead as the years passed by, soon my small home town had lost 34citizens to ‘unexpected’ and ‘unexplainable’ deaths

June 16th Ross once again skipped out on school, it was my turn to bring him his class work. By all means I feared this stranger as much as I feared his mother, Both were as fucked up as this story.

Upon entering the front door the rotting decay hit me ten folds, there is no mistaking the scent. Unconsciously my eyes wondered around the foyer. Tremendous and eerie is how I would
describe such surroundings.

At this point I was a bit aggravated, I didn’t want to enter the house but Ross was no where to be seen. Im not brave, and that’s the honest truth. Calling in I paused and waited, even praying that someone, anyone, would show up at the door. Once again god happened to fail me.

Cautiously I made my way through the front door and close enough to the stair well to see up. I hadn’t even screamed in fear when a small black cat out from nowhere hissed from the darkest
corner (typical). Once again I hollered Ross’s name; once again I got no answer.

Now I was pissed. I could care less about unwanted homework, Ross wouldn’t care to do his assignments anyway. Being a sane girl I turned for the door, with some speed I hurried for the opening, my shocked eyes came face-to-face with a slamming door. Back stepping I avoided
collision with the door and my fingers.

Standing by the stair well in all his corrupted glory Ross peered down at me, oddly a cloak hung around his shoulders and a sharp dagger hung from his waist. The site of Ross standing there reminded me of my fear, and the dagger wasn’t helping much on soothing my jitters.

My lips felt cracked, my mouth tasted dry, and my hands felt clammy. With my jaw gaped open I gawked up in horror. His haunting mock of laughter brought me back to reality, glaring down at the floor boards I cursed my stupidity. Narrow eyed I frowned into his demon gaze. I would not be a victim.

“Somebody looks lost” Ross ridiculed. The boy wasted no time in closing the open space between us, not to mention causing my fear to rise higher and higher. Eying me closely he crossed his arms about his chest, ”Im busy”.

Nodding my head obediently I turned to open the door, a hand clasped tightly over mine. “I never said you could go” Ross declared enchantingly. Turning the knob with more persistence I pulled the door firmly forward; it didn’t budge.

“You fear me, I can tell” Ross said, a smile smug against his lips. Shaking my head I side tracked around him and back stepped near the stair well, anything was better then being right beneath that demon gaze. His eyes shimmered a fierce gold over at me.

I managed a pathetic, squeaky “no”; completely unbelieving. Of course Ross took my ‘no’ as a ‘yes’, grinning in victory he strolled to me giving no indication he knew I was there and stepped up the stairs. Gawking up once again I frowned in irritation, a part if me yearned to flee while my
idiotic curiosity wanted to get the best of me.

Minutes later I crept up the stairs after the cloaked figure, by this time I knew not where he was so I opened the first door to my left. A chained up mutt growled to close to my face for comfort; quickly, I slammed the door.

A few feet away Ross’s golden eyes glared at me, frowning I copied his actions; Hands crossed about my chest. He found this amusing and gifted me with a snarl. “You should quit while your ahead, wench” He advised.

The Obscene Display of his dwellings were on the eccentric side, but still a small part classy. And similar to any horror film Large canvas framed pictures hung from walls, Large gothic stained windows designed each room, and a crazed headmaster lurked behind a door in the darkest of halls.

Creaking the door open I peered inside, sitting at a mahogany desk Ross skimmed through several sheets of classic white papers. Expecting me to walk in with a high attitude Ross turned a raised brow over at my shy, hiding form.

“What do you want?”

The question was so unexpected my mind reeled over many excuses. Why was I here in the first place, I had no business here. The homework; I forgot that a while ago so why was I trespassing in somebody’s house. Have I lost it?

Stuttering I frowned over at my host; he was finding this amusing. The broad smile across his lips, hard to be mistaken, opened up in a small chuckle. Yet again he was laughing at me.

The cloak he had been wearing when I fist saw him at the stair well was now clung around the back of his chair. Dressed in a white blouse and blue jeans he looked like any everyday teenager, not like a spawn of the devil as many (everyone) might suspect.

Hidden in his black cloak, with his deep long brown hair sketched with red, and his wicked grin he could pass as the very essence of evil, no matter how crazy that sounds.

Side stepping around the door I closed it behind me, “You didn’t go to school”

Ross gave me a look as if I were not but a playground child. Turning back to his desk he picked up his pen, at least it looked like a pen. Instead, after better inspection, Ross was dipping a quill pen into a small vile of ink; damn, he’s living in the wrong era.

“What’s your point?” he asked.

By now the earlier feelings of irritation came rushing back to me. He had the audacity to act like a stuck up brat while I, out of kindness (and force), came to bring him his homework.

Stuck in though it crossed my mind that I was acting a bit childish; bringing him homework he could care less about then nagging him around his house. I had lost it, I was acting like a fool. How stupid did it sound, to bring a boy you hardly know his class work.

Then it hit me, obviously I was an unexpected surprise. The other students forced to bring something or another over to him never actually came around.

Lost in thought I was brought back to reality when the room temperature drastically dropped. Ross no longer sat at his desk, and the papers that were once scattered upon its surface sat neatly in the upper right corner. Stepping closer to the desk I observed the papers, nothing was written on the pages. Confusing dragging a nail to my lip I thought back a few seconds, wasn’t Ross writing on those papers?

“You just wont stop, now will you” A light voice remarked from the window. Leaning against the frame Ross cocked a brow. “You think to much, I don’t like women who think. They always foil my plans”

Shocked by his remark I slumped in his desk chair, what was he talking about, how dare he say I think to much. And what plans are he talking about?

Now noticing how dark the room had gotten I was reminded of my earlier fear, why was I so scared. He wasn’t going to kill me in his own house! That would be absurd!

Jumping from the chair, a sudden chill snaked up my spin. Where had Ross gone? He wasn’t against the window, and he was no where near the door. The slight caress of finger’s on my shoulders caught a yelp from me. Spinning around my hair slapped the air, nobody was there.
Slowly turning back around I back stepped; There, standing before, me was Ross.

“Are you scared?” Eyeing me with the curiosity of a child he smiled down at me, “Why do you fear me?”

Running for the door I tried yanking it open, but similar to the front door it was jammed shut. “Im not afraid of you” I protested like a kitten “open the door!” I demanded soon after.

Waving his hand in a humorous gesture the door suddenly opened to my pleads. Running for the stair case I fled down it, skipping a step here and there I lost my footing, and landed flat on my rear. Shaking from the effort I got into a standing position.

Calming my jitters I strode quietly for the door.

“Your not really leaving so soon, are you kitten?” Ross asked from the front door.

Gawking over at him I glanced from him to the stair case. How did he get down here before me?