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Adult +
Chapters:
22
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6,554
Reviews:
27
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Chapter Six: Empty Crib
Title: Heart Of Ice: Chapter Six: Empty Crib
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: PG this chapter, NC-17 overall.
Summary: Avery goes to check on his sister and finds the crib empty.
Warning(s): Nothing, really.
Disclaimer: Technically, this is a rewrite of the movie Labyrinth. However, how much it resembles the movie remains to be seen. I do not own/am not associated with Labyrinth or anything related to it. However, all of the characters and some of the ideas in this story are mine.
Note(s): This should be a short chapter.
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In Avery’s world the clouds blocked out the moonlight and no stars shone in the sky. Rain poured from the sky and frequent flashes of lightning lit of the world as if it were midday. Thunder rattled the windows and shook the whole house. Jilly uttered a particularly loud shriek and fell silent, her cry cut off in the middle. Still the storm raged but Avery stood still just inside his room. That sounded wrong. He knew every one of his sister’s cries: the feed me one, the drink one, the diaper one, and the one that meant she just wanted to be a brat. This one was different. When Jilly was screaming she did not just suddenly go silent. First she screamed as loudly as she could and gradually the volume came down. Then there was the whimpering that lasted for a good hour at least and lastly she would fall asleep. It did not just go from shrieking baby to sleep in one smooth movement, no matter how much Avery wanted it to. He took a single step toward his bed then stopped. No, he had better go back and check on Jilly. If she had suddenly choked to death on her own spit or something – not that Avery would ever get that lucky – his father and that woman would take turns killing him and bringing him back to life only to kill him again when they finally came home.
Midnight his ass. It would probably be closer to dawn.
With a loud sigh even though there was no one there to hear him, he turned around, went out the door again, and across the hall where he opened the nursery door just a crack and peered in.
Silence.
Complete and utter silence.
It would have been a beautiful thing had it not happened so suddenly. That the little half moon shaped nightlight plugged into the outlet just inside the door was not on was also disturbing. It was always on because Jilly was just as afraid of the dark as her older brother was. It seemed that was the one – and probably only – thing besides their father’s DNA that they had in common. “Um…” he said softly. “Jilly?” Avery called, keeping his voice low just in case the baby really was asleep.
There was no response.
“Jilly?” Avery whispered slightly louder.
There was still no response.
Avery opened the door wide enough to slip inside. In the darkness, the room lit only by the light from the hallway outside, he groped along the wall just to the right of the door for the light switch. Finally his fingertips brushed over it and he flicked the switch into the ‘on’ position.
Nothing happened.
He frowned. That was weird. Maybe the lightbulb was burned out? The storm could not have knocked the electric out because the lights in the hallway were still on and Avery could hear Camille Saint Saens’ The Swan coming from his own bedroom. So it had to be the lightbulb. Or was it possible for the storm to have knocked the lights out in the nursery but not anywhere else? Avery knew nothing about electricity except that it provided the light he valued so much at night when the world was otherwise dark but he doubted it was possible for the lights to go out in just one room. To be sure he flicked the lightswitch up and down several times.
Still nothing.
In the nursery just feet away from him a board creaked. Avery shuddered. Oh, God, he thought. Is there someone in there? No way. There could be no one in the nursery but himself and Jilly. All the doors downstairs were locked and, although the windows into Jilly’s room were more than large enough to allow a person to enter the room, the nursery was on the second floor. No one could get up there without a ladder and that seemed like too much trouble for any burglar or kidnapper to go through. Besides, who would want Jilly that badly anyway?
Nervously – wondering all the time if he should just go downstairs or to the neighbors’ and call the police – Avery stepped farther into the silent room. The light coming through the doorway from the hall made strange shadows stretch across the carpet and threw even stranger ones onto the walls. One of the things Avery hated most about the night was the shadows. They frightened him almost as much as the darkness did. The lightening flashed again and lit up the room. To Avery’s relief there was no one else but him in the room.
But there was no movement coming from the direction of the crib either.
“Jilly?” he whispered anxiously. “Jilly, did you get out again?” Once his two-year-old sister had managed to get herself out of the crib. No one had yet figured out how and she had never done it again. He hoped she had and that maybe she was off toddling down the hall and he had just missed her somewhere. It did not seem likely. Shaking both because he was frightened of the darkness and the shadows and also because he was dreading what had happened to Jilly, Avery took another step toward the crib.
There was nothing under the little pink blanket he had covered her with earlier.
I’ve lost the baby, he thought, reaching out his right hand to pull back the blanket to look beneath it in hopes that his sister really was still there. How am I going to explain this one?
His hand was only inches from the blanket when it began to convulse. A strange shape beneath it that looked as if it might have had six arms and twice as many legs thrashed about. Things that were not part of Jilly poked out from beneath the blanket before quickly being pulled back in again. His baby sister did not have that many legs and arms or blue fur. He felt like screaming but he was also curious. If it was not Jilly beneath the little pink blanket, what exactly was it?
Taking a deep breath Avery reached out and yanked the blanket off of whatever was in the crib where his baby sister was supposed to be, expecting some sort of monster to reach up and grab him.
But the crib was empty.
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Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: PG this chapter, NC-17 overall.
Summary: Avery goes to check on his sister and finds the crib empty.
Warning(s): Nothing, really.
Disclaimer: Technically, this is a rewrite of the movie Labyrinth. However, how much it resembles the movie remains to be seen. I do not own/am not associated with Labyrinth or anything related to it. However, all of the characters and some of the ideas in this story are mine.
Note(s): This should be a short chapter.
~*~
In Avery’s world the clouds blocked out the moonlight and no stars shone in the sky. Rain poured from the sky and frequent flashes of lightning lit of the world as if it were midday. Thunder rattled the windows and shook the whole house. Jilly uttered a particularly loud shriek and fell silent, her cry cut off in the middle. Still the storm raged but Avery stood still just inside his room. That sounded wrong. He knew every one of his sister’s cries: the feed me one, the drink one, the diaper one, and the one that meant she just wanted to be a brat. This one was different. When Jilly was screaming she did not just suddenly go silent. First she screamed as loudly as she could and gradually the volume came down. Then there was the whimpering that lasted for a good hour at least and lastly she would fall asleep. It did not just go from shrieking baby to sleep in one smooth movement, no matter how much Avery wanted it to. He took a single step toward his bed then stopped. No, he had better go back and check on Jilly. If she had suddenly choked to death on her own spit or something – not that Avery would ever get that lucky – his father and that woman would take turns killing him and bringing him back to life only to kill him again when they finally came home.
Midnight his ass. It would probably be closer to dawn.
With a loud sigh even though there was no one there to hear him, he turned around, went out the door again, and across the hall where he opened the nursery door just a crack and peered in.
Silence.
Complete and utter silence.
It would have been a beautiful thing had it not happened so suddenly. That the little half moon shaped nightlight plugged into the outlet just inside the door was not on was also disturbing. It was always on because Jilly was just as afraid of the dark as her older brother was. It seemed that was the one – and probably only – thing besides their father’s DNA that they had in common. “Um…” he said softly. “Jilly?” Avery called, keeping his voice low just in case the baby really was asleep.
There was no response.
“Jilly?” Avery whispered slightly louder.
There was still no response.
Avery opened the door wide enough to slip inside. In the darkness, the room lit only by the light from the hallway outside, he groped along the wall just to the right of the door for the light switch. Finally his fingertips brushed over it and he flicked the switch into the ‘on’ position.
Nothing happened.
He frowned. That was weird. Maybe the lightbulb was burned out? The storm could not have knocked the electric out because the lights in the hallway were still on and Avery could hear Camille Saint Saens’ The Swan coming from his own bedroom. So it had to be the lightbulb. Or was it possible for the storm to have knocked the lights out in the nursery but not anywhere else? Avery knew nothing about electricity except that it provided the light he valued so much at night when the world was otherwise dark but he doubted it was possible for the lights to go out in just one room. To be sure he flicked the lightswitch up and down several times.
Still nothing.
In the nursery just feet away from him a board creaked. Avery shuddered. Oh, God, he thought. Is there someone in there? No way. There could be no one in the nursery but himself and Jilly. All the doors downstairs were locked and, although the windows into Jilly’s room were more than large enough to allow a person to enter the room, the nursery was on the second floor. No one could get up there without a ladder and that seemed like too much trouble for any burglar or kidnapper to go through. Besides, who would want Jilly that badly anyway?
Nervously – wondering all the time if he should just go downstairs or to the neighbors’ and call the police – Avery stepped farther into the silent room. The light coming through the doorway from the hall made strange shadows stretch across the carpet and threw even stranger ones onto the walls. One of the things Avery hated most about the night was the shadows. They frightened him almost as much as the darkness did. The lightening flashed again and lit up the room. To Avery’s relief there was no one else but him in the room.
But there was no movement coming from the direction of the crib either.
“Jilly?” he whispered anxiously. “Jilly, did you get out again?” Once his two-year-old sister had managed to get herself out of the crib. No one had yet figured out how and she had never done it again. He hoped she had and that maybe she was off toddling down the hall and he had just missed her somewhere. It did not seem likely. Shaking both because he was frightened of the darkness and the shadows and also because he was dreading what had happened to Jilly, Avery took another step toward the crib.
There was nothing under the little pink blanket he had covered her with earlier.
I’ve lost the baby, he thought, reaching out his right hand to pull back the blanket to look beneath it in hopes that his sister really was still there. How am I going to explain this one?
His hand was only inches from the blanket when it began to convulse. A strange shape beneath it that looked as if it might have had six arms and twice as many legs thrashed about. Things that were not part of Jilly poked out from beneath the blanket before quickly being pulled back in again. His baby sister did not have that many legs and arms or blue fur. He felt like screaming but he was also curious. If it was not Jilly beneath the little pink blanket, what exactly was it?
Taking a deep breath Avery reached out and yanked the blanket off of whatever was in the crib where his baby sister was supposed to be, expecting some sort of monster to reach up and grab him.
But the crib was empty.
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Lenora - Thanks. Yay! I love getting people hooked. I'd be happy to let you know when I update. It should be about every other day.
Lilith - Thanks. I plan to update soon. How soon depends on how long the next chapter is.
Cobraqueen - Yes. Now the fun begins!