Post by Portal on May 31, 2014 21:25:40 GMT
Two of Grotto's policemen sit at a table, having a quick bite at the cafe as the commence small talk.
“Did you ever hear of the invisible child?”
“Jeesh, what are you telling ghost stories now?”
“No but seriously, have you ever heard of the invisible child?”
“I can't say I haven't. Why do you ask?”
“Because he's real Joe, he really is.”
“Now who told you this bull shit?”
Joe took a sip of his coffee as a waiter comes and sets down the two meals for them.
“I'm serious! Why do you think we're missing men all of a sudden?”
“They just went off to go drink at a bar, and then forgot to come back to clock in. Ain't nothin' to worry about.”
“I heard he's a monster.”
“The kid?”
“Yeah, they say he's the one that made them disappear.”
“No kidding, what else are you suggesting?”
Joe added sarcasm with his comment, and a smirk as he bit into his meal.
“Fine! But don't come crying to me when he shows up and takes yer head off.”
The two ate in silence after that, but there was a man sitting at a table across from them interested in the story.
“Excuse me officers, but could you please continue on with the story? It's very intriguing.”
“Who him? Don't get your hopes up, it's just a story. Ain't that right Clark?”
“Shut up Joe, he wants to hear something intelligent for once. I mean look at him, I might as well shed some light on this poor fellow.”
The man hid his remark and offered a kind smile. He was living in rather tattered clothing, on the table held only a small meal not enough to fulfill the man. The streets have been hard on the man as he had no home, but he had to survive. Survive for someone else.
“Anyways, the kid is supposedly a myth. A rumor that started of some sorts within the police department. At first we thought it was a joke, then some of us started to see this child that slowly fades away from existence. The kid's like a ghost or something. Then, boom. You've lost a limb, just like that.”
Clark snaps his fingers in added emphasis.
“That’s what the survivors say, and those that didn't survive we can't find them anywhere. The bodies are completely gone. There are only a few survivors, and one of the guys told me that they were swallowed whole by something. Something that appeared from the grounds. But he also told me that the child only shows in alleys, where the shadows are the strongest. So I'm guessing if I stay out of the shadows, I'll be fine right? Wrong. One of our guys was walking down a street, and was attacked by something. Something that resembled a dog, but it was black. Like completely dark, as if the shadows were covering it's body. It was insane, the witnesses saw it happen in like an instant. The canine tackled the poor smuck, and dissolved into the shadows with him in his mouth.”
Joe, listening to the story now swallowed air as he cleared his throat. He fixed his collar and then said,
“Alright, that’s enough. Come on now, we got work to do.”
“Hold on I'm not done yet. They said the child appears out of no where. We nicknamed him the invisible child for that reason. The survivors gave us a good description of him. A child with white hair in tattered clothing. But there is no record of anyone in Respite Grotto with that description. Not a single kid has white hair, nor do we know his parents, and he's going after us! What did we do to the kid?”
“I said lets go Clark. Come on.”
“I met a child with white hair before.”
The man had spoken now, the two cops looked at him. Joe showed fear in his eyes.
“He was a rather sweet boy. I used to play with him when his parents were alive. But then the police men came after his parents. For his father was in gang related activity to support his family and the neighborhood. He was renowned for helping us out when we needed him, a strong fighter he was. But they finally found him, he was known as the 'White Mist'.”
“Oh yeah I heard of that!”
Clark exclaimed, Joe looked around nervously.
“Well the story continues, they tortured the father once they got him. Right in front of the child and his mother. Then mid way through the torture, they all thought the same thing and looked at the wife. They raped her, one by one as they took turns with her body. Destroying it physically and mentally as the father screamed to let her go. He was killed as the last guy finished with his wife, then they killed his wife as well. They all turned to the kid, he had no emotions within his eyes. He stared blankly at them, then the lights turned off. The police turned it back on, but the child was already gone. They say ten policemen raided his house, how many were attacked?”
“About nine, only two survived.”
A messenger boy came to the group now, and handed Clark a letter than ran off. Clark opened and read the letter.
“They... they died.”
Joe's eyes widen.
“Who did?” The man asked.
“The two who survived, they died the same way as the others. Do you think...do you think it's him?”
“Well, I'm guessing he's exacting revenge on the men who attacked his family. Whose the last one?”
“Well, since that was an important milestone in our records the last member of that group would be...”
Clark looked at Joe.
“You didn't.”
Joe looked around, and tumbled out of his chair.
“No! I...I....No this can't be happening! We killed him! The White Mist! We really did! But his son... we... we couldn't. We couldn't find him any where! Now we understand... Understand why that old man was laughing.”
“Who was laughing” Asked both the poor man and Clark.
“The White Mist! Why he was laughing at the end even though we captured him! Because it wasn't even him that did all those things, it was his son!”
The atmosphere changed. At the cafe, the door opened slightly. White mist poured in, and filled the floor of the Cafe.
“No! No no no no no no no!”
Joe got up, sword drawn and gun loaded. Clark stood up in response, as well as the old man. The staff was no where to be found, the cafe slowly disappeared. It was all an illusion. All the furniture, the counter, everything gave off white mist as it showed their true nature. It was in an abandoned cafe, where all the furniture were damaged and decayed.
“This can't be happening!”
The old man smiled, as he too started to fade into the mist. Little by little he faded away as in place was a child. The child moved towards Joe. Joe shot at him in fear, as he unloaded his revolver right at the child, but the bullets went through him. When he got closer, Joe tried to stab him but the sword did nothing to the child as if he was striking air. He dropped his weapons and fell to the floor. The child moved where his face was merely three inches away from his, and then grabbed Joe's face. The shadows from underneath Joe slowly swallowed him. The shadows covered his body and took him into a new world. With that, Joe was gone. The child looked at Clark, who stood there trembling.
“My name, is Lain White. This is only the beginning.”
Then, Lain disappeared. The mist dispersed, leaving Clark the only one there.
“Did you ever hear of the invisible child?”
“Jeesh, what are you telling ghost stories now?”
“No but seriously, have you ever heard of the invisible child?”
“I can't say I haven't. Why do you ask?”
“Because he's real Joe, he really is.”
“Now who told you this bull shit?”
Joe took a sip of his coffee as a waiter comes and sets down the two meals for them.
“I'm serious! Why do you think we're missing men all of a sudden?”
“They just went off to go drink at a bar, and then forgot to come back to clock in. Ain't nothin' to worry about.”
“I heard he's a monster.”
“The kid?”
“Yeah, they say he's the one that made them disappear.”
“No kidding, what else are you suggesting?”
Joe added sarcasm with his comment, and a smirk as he bit into his meal.
“Fine! But don't come crying to me when he shows up and takes yer head off.”
The two ate in silence after that, but there was a man sitting at a table across from them interested in the story.
“Excuse me officers, but could you please continue on with the story? It's very intriguing.”
“Who him? Don't get your hopes up, it's just a story. Ain't that right Clark?”
“Shut up Joe, he wants to hear something intelligent for once. I mean look at him, I might as well shed some light on this poor fellow.”
The man hid his remark and offered a kind smile. He was living in rather tattered clothing, on the table held only a small meal not enough to fulfill the man. The streets have been hard on the man as he had no home, but he had to survive. Survive for someone else.
“Anyways, the kid is supposedly a myth. A rumor that started of some sorts within the police department. At first we thought it was a joke, then some of us started to see this child that slowly fades away from existence. The kid's like a ghost or something. Then, boom. You've lost a limb, just like that.”
Clark snaps his fingers in added emphasis.
“That’s what the survivors say, and those that didn't survive we can't find them anywhere. The bodies are completely gone. There are only a few survivors, and one of the guys told me that they were swallowed whole by something. Something that appeared from the grounds. But he also told me that the child only shows in alleys, where the shadows are the strongest. So I'm guessing if I stay out of the shadows, I'll be fine right? Wrong. One of our guys was walking down a street, and was attacked by something. Something that resembled a dog, but it was black. Like completely dark, as if the shadows were covering it's body. It was insane, the witnesses saw it happen in like an instant. The canine tackled the poor smuck, and dissolved into the shadows with him in his mouth.”
Joe, listening to the story now swallowed air as he cleared his throat. He fixed his collar and then said,
“Alright, that’s enough. Come on now, we got work to do.”
“Hold on I'm not done yet. They said the child appears out of no where. We nicknamed him the invisible child for that reason. The survivors gave us a good description of him. A child with white hair in tattered clothing. But there is no record of anyone in Respite Grotto with that description. Not a single kid has white hair, nor do we know his parents, and he's going after us! What did we do to the kid?”
“I said lets go Clark. Come on.”
“I met a child with white hair before.”
The man had spoken now, the two cops looked at him. Joe showed fear in his eyes.
“He was a rather sweet boy. I used to play with him when his parents were alive. But then the police men came after his parents. For his father was in gang related activity to support his family and the neighborhood. He was renowned for helping us out when we needed him, a strong fighter he was. But they finally found him, he was known as the 'White Mist'.”
“Oh yeah I heard of that!”
Clark exclaimed, Joe looked around nervously.
“Well the story continues, they tortured the father once they got him. Right in front of the child and his mother. Then mid way through the torture, they all thought the same thing and looked at the wife. They raped her, one by one as they took turns with her body. Destroying it physically and mentally as the father screamed to let her go. He was killed as the last guy finished with his wife, then they killed his wife as well. They all turned to the kid, he had no emotions within his eyes. He stared blankly at them, then the lights turned off. The police turned it back on, but the child was already gone. They say ten policemen raided his house, how many were attacked?”
“About nine, only two survived.”
A messenger boy came to the group now, and handed Clark a letter than ran off. Clark opened and read the letter.
“They... they died.”
Joe's eyes widen.
“Who did?” The man asked.
“The two who survived, they died the same way as the others. Do you think...do you think it's him?”
“Well, I'm guessing he's exacting revenge on the men who attacked his family. Whose the last one?”
“Well, since that was an important milestone in our records the last member of that group would be...”
Clark looked at Joe.
“You didn't.”
Joe looked around, and tumbled out of his chair.
“No! I...I....No this can't be happening! We killed him! The White Mist! We really did! But his son... we... we couldn't. We couldn't find him any where! Now we understand... Understand why that old man was laughing.”
“Who was laughing” Asked both the poor man and Clark.
“The White Mist! Why he was laughing at the end even though we captured him! Because it wasn't even him that did all those things, it was his son!”
The atmosphere changed. At the cafe, the door opened slightly. White mist poured in, and filled the floor of the Cafe.
“No! No no no no no no no!”
Joe got up, sword drawn and gun loaded. Clark stood up in response, as well as the old man. The staff was no where to be found, the cafe slowly disappeared. It was all an illusion. All the furniture, the counter, everything gave off white mist as it showed their true nature. It was in an abandoned cafe, where all the furniture were damaged and decayed.
“This can't be happening!”
The old man smiled, as he too started to fade into the mist. Little by little he faded away as in place was a child. The child moved towards Joe. Joe shot at him in fear, as he unloaded his revolver right at the child, but the bullets went through him. When he got closer, Joe tried to stab him but the sword did nothing to the child as if he was striking air. He dropped his weapons and fell to the floor. The child moved where his face was merely three inches away from his, and then grabbed Joe's face. The shadows from underneath Joe slowly swallowed him. The shadows covered his body and took him into a new world. With that, Joe was gone. The child looked at Clark, who stood there trembling.
“My name, is Lain White. This is only the beginning.”
Then, Lain disappeared. The mist dispersed, leaving Clark the only one there.