Bianca couldn't remember what happened clearly. All she knew was that she had a knife pressed against her neck just a second ago, the superficial cut and blood dripping out of it was proof. When she started to feel the knife cut her skin, a loud howl echoed throughout the room, followed by the sound of glass shattering. She reflexively closed her eyes, covering her head as she got pushed and pulled around for several seconds before it all came to a stop. When she sheepishly opened one of her eyes to see what happened, much to her surprise, there was a large blue wolf protecting her from the two kidnappers. "W... wha..." she shakily sat up and looked around, her fever making her vision blurry and slightly dizzy, not really helping in the situation she was in "Am I hallucinating? Or did I die?" she mumbled to herself, pinching her arm to confirm that, at the very least, she wasn't dreaming. "Well, whether I died or not... this is definitely the weirdest thing I've ever seen... by far
"S-shane... is... is that really you?" she hesitantly reached out, brushing his blue fur, Oneiros remaining still "B-but how? How did y-" "Enough messing around! I'm your opponent beast!" the hunter took advantage of this moment to change magazine, basically putting to waste all Oneiros's hard work. The wolf turned his body around, pushing Bianca with his head, forcing her to stand up. "What are you doing?" he whined, looking up. She followed his gaze and saw the trapdoor at the end of the ladder, which had been left open, luckily for them. "You... want me to escape?" he nodded, flinching as another bullet hit in in the back "No! I won't I-" she started coughing "-won't leave you alone" Oneiros was starting to feel desperate, he knew he couldn't fight at his fullest if he had to worry about protecting Bianca, and if he couldn't fight, he couldn't win. 'What do I do now? How can I make her leave?' his eyes looked left and right, finding no solution. Surprisingly, a solution instea
"AAAAND OUT! FUCKING FINALLY" Alex wheezed, carelessly dropping the knocked out Sebastian on the fresh snow right outside of the cabin while he gently set down Angela. He placed his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. "Fuck! I hate exercise! I'm never doing anything athletic after this in my life!" he complained. "Alex" Bianca called, leaning heavily against a nearby tree, she tried to walk towards him but the second she let go of her sustain, she fell "W-where... where is Shane?" "Still inside, Imma get him right now, don't worry, just sit tight I'll be right back" but just as he tried to get back inside from the door he came out of, he found it locked "What the fuck?!" he tried to pull harder, but to no avail "Fuck it, I'll just use the ladder" he sprinted inside the cabin, trying the trapdoor, but finding that locked as well. "What the fuck is going on!? Why are they locked!?" he ran back outside, trying the door again. "W... what's happening?" Angela asked, terrif
WARNING: THIS BOOKS CONTAINS MENTION OF CHILD ABUSE, GORE AND THE USUAL TRIGGERS, READERS BE WARNED ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Beep... Beep... "Shut the fuck up..." Shane mumbled, burying his head in the covers, trying to muffle out the annoying sound of the blaring alarm. Unfortunately for him, the machine did not have ears... nor a soul for that matter, and therefore it did not listen to his plea, deciding instead to increase it's volume. He let out a tired sigh, sticking his arm out from under the covers, patting around until he felt the off button, slamming it perhaps a little too strongly, causing the device to let out a sickening crack. But it's not like Shane cared, as long as he could sleep a little longer, he would have gladly thrown that cursed thing out of the window. "Finally, some peace and quie-" Knock! Knock! Knock! "Brother wake up! We are gonna be late for school!" a female voice called from the oth
By the time Shane reached school, the few papers that he had in his backpack were reduced to a mushy white mess, not to mention that he was soaked to the fucking bone. "I'm definitely not going to class like this... I'll probably have one hella of a cold tomorrow too, thanks dad" he grumbled angrily as he walked around the empty halls, making a sick 'squosh' noise at his every step and leaving wet footprints behind. 'The janitor will clean it anyway' he thought as he pulled out his wallet, thankful that it was waterproof. He went up to the vending and bought one super warm coffee, he needed to bring his body temperature up desperately, even if just by a few degrees. As he was walking back outside, Shane saw a nice, fluffy, warm looking coat hanging at a nearby coat hanger. A thought crossed his mind, he looked around before muttering a "Fuck it" and snatching it, throwing his soaked jacked into the thrash, putting on his newly acquired coat. "So fluffy" he mumbled as he snuggled i
"So this is your house huh? Not too shabby if I can say" Alex commented as they headed inside "Were you expecting a fucking nuclear bunker filled with weapons for the doomsday event? Much like the one in your house?" Shane replied sarcastically, earning a glare in response "We'll see who will laugh last in the end when that day comes" he scoffed back, offended. "Ok you two stop fighting!" Angela called, tugging her brother's sleeve "Shane I'm hungry! Can we have bacon?" "You already had bacon yesterday Angy" she pouted at his answer "But I want bacon!" he just sighed "I'll make some for dinner, how about that?" she pondered the offer for a moment before eagerly nodding "Oki!" "Go change and put down your backpack, lunch will be ready in 30 minutes" she darted off to her room, disappearing from their sight. "How do you get her to listen to you so obediently?" Alex asked, quite surprised upon seeing their interaction "I just give her a cookie whenever she does what I say and behaves"
It was 5:45 pm when Shane finally finished cleaning and tidying up the mess the two of them had made in the kitchen. He hid the freshly baked cookies inside a few random jars and put them on a high shelf, hoping that their parents wouldn't notice them. But, as he had learned several years prior, luck was never something he had on his side. The second he finished hiding the last jar, he heard the sound of the front door open. "I'm home" his father announced, walking in the kitchen, stopping upon finding his son there "What are you doing here?" "What? Can't I grab a snack in my own house?" he tried to act casual and come up with a believable excuse. "Not if you're supposed to be in school right now" he cringed "You know I hate repeating myself, give me an answer Shane" Shane stayed quiet, pondering his answer carefully. "Shane" that was his warning tone, he was starting to get angry. "I accompanied Angela back home, that's all" "And why did you skip your class-" "There weren
'Why am I here again?' Shane asked himself as he blankly stared at the blackboard while the teacher explained some subject that he clearly wouldn't have an actual use in real life, yawning and fighting against his falling eyelids in order to stay awake. His idea was to remain at home saying that he was sick or something, but his dad didn't buy it and kicked him out first thing in the morning. 'How much longer do I have to endure this torture?' he gave a quick look at the clock hung on the wall, it read 9:35 am, which made him groan. 'Why does time move so fucking slow at school!?' He had tried to skip classes again, but since this time he managed to arrive in time, even though he walked really, and I mean reeealllyy slow. The teacher just dragged him in before he had time to flee, and now he's stuck listening to this boring lesson. 'Why did I enroll in this school anyway? I hate studying' Then he remembered why, his parents. They wanted him to become someone with a bright fut