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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
22
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6,555
Reviews:
27
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Chapter Seven: The White Lion
Title: Heart Of Ice: Chapter Seven: The White Lion
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: PG this chapter, NC-17 overall.
Summary: Fabian and Avery meet…umm…sort of.
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 too.
~*~
Later on Avery would never be able to say how long he stood there in the nursery staring at the empty crib. It could have been hours or it could have been only seconds. He was too startled that something had really happened to his baby sister to really be frightened and suspected that he might, just might, be in shock. It’s going to be okay, he told himself. I’ll just go downstairs and call the police and they’ll come and find Jilly before anyone else gets home. He could not bear to think about what might happen if the baby was still missing when his father and stepmother came home from their night out.
Avery was halfway down the stairs to the first floor when the lightening flashed particularly bright, the thunder crashed, and the lights went out. He gasped, both of his hands clutching the handrail tightly. There was nothing he hated or was more frightened of than complete and total darkness. Shaking violently Avery sank down onto the steps. He squeezed his eyes shut; his hands still firmly locked around the railing, and pressed himself against the wall. This was not the way things were supposed to go. Next time he was asked to baby-sit he would insist that he already had plans. There would be no more electrical outages and kidnapped babies while Avery was in charge. As if nature was in agreement with him, lightening flashed again and thunder rumbled. The lightening lit up the room and…
Well, okay. That was not quite so bad.
When the lightening flashed again the stairway lit up once more and Avery slid down several steps, his butt firmly planted on the stairs. So he could get downstairs during flashes of lightening. That was fine but there was no way he was going to take the chance of standing up and falling down the stairs. Broken bones were another of Avery’s greatest fears.
By the time he reached the bottom of the stairs he was struggling to hold back tears again. “It’s all right, Avery,” he told himself aloud. “Just go into the kitchen and call the police.” But it was hard to take his own advice. Keeping close to the wall, Avery used random flashes of light to make his way into the kitchen. Finally his bare feet touched cool tile and he breathed a sigh of relief. He groped for the phone in the darkness then used another flash of lightening to grab it quickly. Relieved at the thought that help would be there in a few minutes Avery lifted the receiver to his ear. No dial tone came through it.
The phone was dead.
With a sob he slammed it back down into the cradle. Now what was he supposed to do?
A soft thump on the French doors frightened him further and he whirled around to look in that direction, fully expecting to see kidnappers or murderers or, at the very least, burglars.
He saw nothing.
Avery shrugged and turned back to the phone. He banged it against the counter top then wiggled the wires and tried again. There was still no tone. “Now what am I supposed to do?” he asked himself.
Behind him something scratched at the window again and Avery whirled around in time to see the shadow of something quite large, bigger even than his dog, stalk past the door. The first thought to enter his mind was that the French doors were made of glass and if anything that size tried to get in, it probably would. Maybe it was a bear.
Behind him a snickering goblin popped out of the toaster.
Avery heard it and spun around again but whatever had been there was gone now. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “It’s only the dark and the shadows,” he told himself. The dark and the shadows it produced freaked him out anyway. It was only being here tonight alone and what had happened to Jilly that made it worse now. That decided he turned toward the door again to try and convince himself that the big shadowy thing there was only a shadow and not a bear or something. Or maybe Ozzie had gotten out of the garage and the shadows only made him look bigger.
There was nothing there.
Behind him two goblins popped out of the sink drain and another one came out of the faucet and thumped down into the metal basin.
Avery turned around again.
There was, of course, nothing there.
He shook his head and turned back to the door. Avery was sure he had seen something earlier. Maybe Ozzie really had gotten out of the garage. Behind him a goblin peeked soundlessly out of a cupboard and another long nosed face peered out of the breadbox. Avery did not notice. He was too busy staring at the shadow outside the French doors. It was huge and almost shapeless…was that shaggy fur hanging on it? But worst of all it was staring through the doors at him. If it had eyes, that is. He was not entirely sure it had eyes or was…well, he was not sure what it was.
Lightening flashed again and Avery gasped.
There was a snow-white lion staring at him through the French doors.
Lightening flashed again.
It was gone. He had imagined it. Thank God! His mind was only playing tricks on him. It was the damned dark.
A third flash of lightening drew his attention to the clock hanging over the kitchen table and briefly distracted him from the imaginary white lion. Both hands on the clock pointed to the number thirteen at the top center of the clock face.
Which was odd because the clock had previously only had the numbers one through twelve like most clocks did.
Avery glanced distractedly at the clock on the microwave. He gasped. Big red numbers on the digital clock flashed 13:00. That was odd both because it had never showed the number thirteen in the hour slot and because the electricity in the rest of the house was out. He felt something brush against the back of his legs and turned in time to see – as the lightening flashed yet again – a fur ball on chicken feet disappear into the half open door of one of the cabinets. He wanted to scream but could force no sound from his lips.
Avery started for the French doors. He was almost sure that there was nothing out there, that the white lion had been just his imagination; it did get overly active at times. He would go out that way, run across the back yard to the neighbors’ house and Mr. or Mrs. Stein would know what to do.
He was halfway across the kitchen floor when the lightening flashed again, revealing an enormous white beast just outside the French doors, its eyes peering in at him.
This time he knew the lion was not just his imagination. It roared loudly enough to be heard even over the storm raging outside and the French doors flew open. The lion prepared to pounce.
Avery screamed and threw his arms up over his face, prepared for the pain that was likely to accompany an attack by a lion. But it did not come. After a moment he peeked out between his fingers to see where the big cat was or, best case scenario, to confirm once again that it really was just his imagination. Lightening flashed through the sky again and Avery gasped as it lit up the kitchen as if it were closer to noon than midnight.
And illuminated the figure of the man standing there.
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: PG this chapter, NC-17 overall.
Summary: Fabian and Avery meet…umm…sort of.
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 too.
~*~
Later on Avery would never be able to say how long he stood there in the nursery staring at the empty crib. It could have been hours or it could have been only seconds. He was too startled that something had really happened to his baby sister to really be frightened and suspected that he might, just might, be in shock. It’s going to be okay, he told himself. I’ll just go downstairs and call the police and they’ll come and find Jilly before anyone else gets home. He could not bear to think about what might happen if the baby was still missing when his father and stepmother came home from their night out.
Avery was halfway down the stairs to the first floor when the lightening flashed particularly bright, the thunder crashed, and the lights went out. He gasped, both of his hands clutching the handrail tightly. There was nothing he hated or was more frightened of than complete and total darkness. Shaking violently Avery sank down onto the steps. He squeezed his eyes shut; his hands still firmly locked around the railing, and pressed himself against the wall. This was not the way things were supposed to go. Next time he was asked to baby-sit he would insist that he already had plans. There would be no more electrical outages and kidnapped babies while Avery was in charge. As if nature was in agreement with him, lightening flashed again and thunder rumbled. The lightening lit up the room and…
Well, okay. That was not quite so bad.
When the lightening flashed again the stairway lit up once more and Avery slid down several steps, his butt firmly planted on the stairs. So he could get downstairs during flashes of lightening. That was fine but there was no way he was going to take the chance of standing up and falling down the stairs. Broken bones were another of Avery’s greatest fears.
By the time he reached the bottom of the stairs he was struggling to hold back tears again. “It’s all right, Avery,” he told himself aloud. “Just go into the kitchen and call the police.” But it was hard to take his own advice. Keeping close to the wall, Avery used random flashes of light to make his way into the kitchen. Finally his bare feet touched cool tile and he breathed a sigh of relief. He groped for the phone in the darkness then used another flash of lightening to grab it quickly. Relieved at the thought that help would be there in a few minutes Avery lifted the receiver to his ear. No dial tone came through it.
The phone was dead.
With a sob he slammed it back down into the cradle. Now what was he supposed to do?
A soft thump on the French doors frightened him further and he whirled around to look in that direction, fully expecting to see kidnappers or murderers or, at the very least, burglars.
He saw nothing.
Avery shrugged and turned back to the phone. He banged it against the counter top then wiggled the wires and tried again. There was still no tone. “Now what am I supposed to do?” he asked himself.
Behind him something scratched at the window again and Avery whirled around in time to see the shadow of something quite large, bigger even than his dog, stalk past the door. The first thought to enter his mind was that the French doors were made of glass and if anything that size tried to get in, it probably would. Maybe it was a bear.
Behind him a snickering goblin popped out of the toaster.
Avery heard it and spun around again but whatever had been there was gone now. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “It’s only the dark and the shadows,” he told himself. The dark and the shadows it produced freaked him out anyway. It was only being here tonight alone and what had happened to Jilly that made it worse now. That decided he turned toward the door again to try and convince himself that the big shadowy thing there was only a shadow and not a bear or something. Or maybe Ozzie had gotten out of the garage and the shadows only made him look bigger.
There was nothing there.
Behind him two goblins popped out of the sink drain and another one came out of the faucet and thumped down into the metal basin.
Avery turned around again.
There was, of course, nothing there.
He shook his head and turned back to the door. Avery was sure he had seen something earlier. Maybe Ozzie really had gotten out of the garage. Behind him a goblin peeked soundlessly out of a cupboard and another long nosed face peered out of the breadbox. Avery did not notice. He was too busy staring at the shadow outside the French doors. It was huge and almost shapeless…was that shaggy fur hanging on it? But worst of all it was staring through the doors at him. If it had eyes, that is. He was not entirely sure it had eyes or was…well, he was not sure what it was.
Lightening flashed again and Avery gasped.
There was a snow-white lion staring at him through the French doors.
Lightening flashed again.
It was gone. He had imagined it. Thank God! His mind was only playing tricks on him. It was the damned dark.
A third flash of lightening drew his attention to the clock hanging over the kitchen table and briefly distracted him from the imaginary white lion. Both hands on the clock pointed to the number thirteen at the top center of the clock face.
Which was odd because the clock had previously only had the numbers one through twelve like most clocks did.
Avery glanced distractedly at the clock on the microwave. He gasped. Big red numbers on the digital clock flashed 13:00. That was odd both because it had never showed the number thirteen in the hour slot and because the electricity in the rest of the house was out. He felt something brush against the back of his legs and turned in time to see – as the lightening flashed yet again – a fur ball on chicken feet disappear into the half open door of one of the cabinets. He wanted to scream but could force no sound from his lips.
Avery started for the French doors. He was almost sure that there was nothing out there, that the white lion had been just his imagination; it did get overly active at times. He would go out that way, run across the back yard to the neighbors’ house and Mr. or Mrs. Stein would know what to do.
He was halfway across the kitchen floor when the lightening flashed again, revealing an enormous white beast just outside the French doors, its eyes peering in at him.
This time he knew the lion was not just his imagination. It roared loudly enough to be heard even over the storm raging outside and the French doors flew open. The lion prepared to pounce.
Avery screamed and threw his arms up over his face, prepared for the pain that was likely to accompany an attack by a lion. But it did not come. After a moment he peeked out between his fingers to see where the big cat was or, best case scenario, to confirm once again that it really was just his imagination. Lightening flashed through the sky again and Avery gasped as it lit up the kitchen as if it were closer to noon than midnight.
And illuminated the figure of the man standing there.