Author: Baby-Blion PM
Three children with three different phobias visit an old Halloween Shop. They find a small, wooden box with a lock on it, and when they open it, they release the evil spirits that had been sealed away inside. Now they must return them before its too late.Rated: Fiction T - English - Fantasy/Supernatural - Chapters: 5 - Words: 9,528 - Reviews: 15 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 09-14-12 - Published: 10-12-11 - id: 2960503
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Baby Blion: Hello, my beloved readers! I hope you like the story so far! Sorry for making you wait so long for this chapter.
Thank you for those who have sent in information for their OC's. From the last chapter, you can see why I wanted some people to submit their own character. If I don't receive more, I already have many in mind. Just PM me if you want your OC in the story, and I'll be sure to fit them in amongst the other Spirits of Samhain.
Matthew: Save us! There's a crazy spider after us!
Baby Blion: Oh, hush, Matthew. You'll be fine.
Matthew: Are you crazy!?
The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.
Eyeing the spider with extreme caution, the children all looked at each other. They'd have to figure out some way to defend themselves, although their chances of survival were very slim. They were weakened by the possession that had occurred, especially Aubrie, who had received many nasty cuts from shattered glass. On top of that, no one was exactly sure how to defeat a demon spider woman. Her being a black widow made their outlook even more bleak and unpromising. Matthew wished he could have told his family that he loved him before he would inevitably die.
'Don't speak like that, you fool. Only the spineless and weak would fear such a thing,' a rough, voice hissed, making him jump. He looked around, but no one had spoken. Aubrie and Griffon were still focused on the female arachnid. Thinking he was crazy for a moment, the voice spoke to him again. 'Boy, I only exist in your mind.'
Frightened that he was probably speaking to one of the demons, he refused to reply. He just couldn't. The thing tried taking over his body, which was the most painful experience of his life, and now, its spider friend was there to devour them. The last thing he wanted to do was to chat with the spirit.
'Don't you dare ignore me,' the voice growled threateningly.
The spider cocked her head, examining her choices of prey. Of course, when she laid her eyes on Aubrie, she couldn't help but want to hone in for an attack. The little girl had suffered wounds, making her the weakest one. That one wouldn't be able to put up a fight. However, that might be too obvious of a choice. The strongest one seemed to be the black-haired boy and could easily strike her while she was distracted. But if she went after him first, the other boy and the girl could try something as well.
"I'm going to have so much fun, biting into your flesh and killing you all slowly with my venom," she said. Yes, there would be some difficulty destroying all of them, but she never said that she hated a challenge. "I'll shred you apart and consume you like a pathetic fly."
'I can help you, boy. You want power don't you? The power to help destroy the spider? I can give it to you,' the voice purred in Matthew's head. 'All you need to do… is let me take control. Let me take over, and I can help you defeat her. I can do so much for you.'
Matthew wanted to continue to ignore the voice, but he was tempted. He wanted to get rid of the spider. He wanted to save his friends and himself. He couldn't do it as a normal ten year old boy, but … with the power being offered to him? Maybe, just maybe, he would be able to bring about such a feat.
The young boy was too involved with his thoughts that he barely registered that the world around him was slowly fading to black. Aubrie and Griffon became blurry images until they vanished into the darkness. Matthew was left alone. He checked out his surroundings, but he found that he could not see a thing. Everything was covered in a sheet of never-ending blackness. He was hesitant to walk, in fear of falling or tripping, yet he wanted to know where he had been taken to for the second time that night.
"H-hello? Wh-where am I?" He asked, not confident that anyone was around to hear him. Echoes of his voice trailed off into the distant. Suddenly, a row of torches lit up down a long line, leading its way to a throne made of human bones. This startled Matthew, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to get a closer look. The bones made him very squeamish. People had died to make that throne, and death was something that made Matthew extremely uncomfortable and nauseous.
'Ah, you've come.'
The voice still had no owner. Matthew assumed that it was coming from the throne. In person, it sounded cold and velvety. He stared at the throne, even though he felt like puking at the sight of it. "Who are you?" He immediately asked, hoping he sounded as brave as he wanted to be.
A pair of vivid red eyes appeared, hovering high above the throne. They glared harshly at him. "Who am I?" The voice hissed before raising its tone. "Who am I!? Boy, you don't know who I am!?"
Intimidated, Matthew cowered and meekly nodded his head.
"You insult me! I am you're worst nightmare! Hell, I am the nightmare of all humans alike! I am the one that causes even the bravest to cry for mercy!" The voice roared. Matthew could hear it breathing heavily for a moment. The eyes glared at him until the voice apparently calmed down. "I am known by many names."
First there was silence. The eyes studied him like a hawk. Then there was a slight chuckle. "I am sometimes called Cronus, The Dark Angel, He who Rides the Pale Horse, Father Time… There are many others though. The list could go on and on," the voice informed. "There are more common ones that I go by..." The eyes faded away.
Confused, Matthew looked around the room. What happened? Where did they go?
Suddenly, a trumpet of thunder blasted and lightening struck directly in front of Matthew. Extremely startled, he stumbled back onto his bottom and scooted away. Wispy grey smoke rose and rolled everywhere. A dark, shadowy figure arose from the pit of the cloud. It wore a jet black cloak that rippled as if it were made of the souls of the damned, its head completely hidden. Only the red eyes could be seen. In the figure's hand was a wicked looking scythe that gleamed precariously.
"I…I am the Grim Reaper!" He bellowed, raising his arms above his head. The long billowy sleeve of his cloak lowered, revealing bones of a skeleton. He looked down at the young boy sitting at his feet, trembling with fear. The Grim Reaper gracefully kneeled down in front of Matthew and put a bony finger under his chin.
As if finally understanding the danger he was in, Matthew let out a frightened shout and pulled away. He sprung to his feet and turned to run away, but the Grim Reaper snatched him by the collar of his shirt. Matthew struggled and flailed, but his attempts were in vain. He looked away from the demon spirit.
"Boy… don't you look away from me," the Reaper coldly said. When Matthew didn't comply, he harshly forced the boy to look directly into his face and ignored any whimpering. "You know who I am, don't you? You know me very well. Oh, yes, you do. I can tell it in your eyes. You quiver at the very mention of my name, my most famous name. Dear child, you fear me more than anything in the world. I am your phobia personified. I…am…Death."
Speechless, Matthew sniveled and found that he couldn't take his eyes off of the Reaper. It was true. He was scared of death; however, unlike any normal person, he was scared of it constantly. No matter where he went; there was a danger of dying. In the back of his mind he was always terrified that he could die someplace, sometime. Death was everywhere, as common a breath. In his mind, death was out to get him with every step he took. Now, Death had Matthew in his clutches.
"D-don't-" Matthew began.
"What? Don't kill you?" The Reaper laughed humorlessly. "Boy, your subservience amuses me to no end. I'm not here to kill you. Yet. You may be weak and spineless, but I have some use for you." He dropped the child, and Matthew fell ungraciously on his behind.
Slowly realizing that he wasn't in any immediate danger, Matthew began to relax. "What do you want me to do?" He asked.
"I want you to channel my power, boy. Give into your fear, but don't let it overshadow you. If you want to save your friends that is."
"Of course, I want to save them! But, but how do I do it?" Matthew cried, desperate for any information.
To his dismay, the Reaper started to fade away. The darkness around him started to dissipate as well.
"Wait! Don't go!" He yelled as he got up to his feet. "You didn't tell me how to channel your power!" But he received no response. The last sound he heard was the Reaper's dark laugh echoing the room.
"Matthew, watch out!"
Griffon's voice quickly jolted Matthew's voice out of his thoughts. He looked up to see the spider lady coming straight for him. He dove out of the way just in time, which really didn't make the foe very happy.
"Stay still, so I can kill you, fool!" She hissed as she darted towards him.
"I'd rather stay alive, thank you!" He scrambled to get his distance from her. He turned back to face his foe. Her poison-tipped fangs were bared. "Okay, now is a good time to have that power." He weakly said, hoping that the Reaper would speak to him again. Sadly, no one answered. "Come on, come on!"
Unexpectedly, the spider veered off course and went straight for Aubrie, who was still sitting hopelessly in the grass. She was such an easy target and was the one the spider had been targeting all along. The spider's attacks had kept both Griffon and Matthew at bay, leaving more than enough room for her to attack the little girl.
"No, no, no!" Matthew screamed. Even though he knew that he wouldn't be able to catch up, he sprinted towards Aubrie anyways. She was going to die. Tears welled up in his eyes. Sure she was annoying, but she was still a friend. He didn't want to see her lifeless body being devoured.
All of a sudden, a loud shriek of pain was heard. And then there was silence.
Baby Blion: Uh oh! Haha cliffhanger! –shot- In the next chapter, we'll see if Matthew figures out how to channel the Reaper's powers or not. Will he save Aubrie or will it be too late?