Work Text:
Everything was where it should be. The bookshelf - full of adventure and murder mystery stories - was on the left, the coffee table - covered in papers and small toys - was in front, sofa on the right. Everything was normal. Familiar, even.
The shadows were too many. Not that it was their fault. And it wasn’t their fault either. Light killed them. They killed us. We weaponised light.
I knew they existed before. Thinking about it, I had no idea how I had forgotten. Forgotten and lived normally. It didn’t feel like something I could have ever forgotten again.
I was lying down on my bed. Pink sheets...
did he?
Yes... yes I did. The posters were there. Nothing was missing.
But the drawings. What about his drawings? Where were they?
I didn’t like sticking drawings on the walls. It damaged them. No drawings were ever there.
A thud. A smear of thick green liquid dripped reluctantly down my window. The creature was magpie and raven-like, but instead of feathers, it was torn cloth. Tears, rips and holes. It looked like cloth - it was cloth - but it had no weave pattern. I knew it was there. I couldn’t see it.
Defence-wise? I had a dagger. Made of light. Not to shaped hurt but to scare. While still doing any damage if needed.
It went away. It could come back. It would come back. I went to bed with my light on and my curtains shut.
The morning arrived both too soon and too late. Three of those monsters lay dead in and outside my room. Not animals. Not my fault. Not my problem.
One was on top of the glass box that surrounded my windows.
What is the point of having windows if it’s covered by a glass box?
To protect? Don’t you get it. Anyway, the second one was hidden behind my mirror.
He didn’t have a mirror. There was no space in the room. What was going on? He didn’t have a mirror. And there certainly was not a hole behind it. And are those scorch marks?
Did any one ask you? Stop interrupting. Continuing. The third one was on the floor outside my door. I knew I needed a lamp or a torch. But I couldn’t find one. I needed portable light. I did not want to be next.
My phone lit up with a notification. Warning about another attack by the monsters. They usually only go after people who know of them. But this time they attacked a random person. There was definitely no other killer. After all, the monsters always inverted the colour of their victim’s bodies.
It was known that the victims were given a warning about being attacked. By the leader of the monsters. Their victims received a text message beforehand. An empty message, from a numberless sender. Their phones became permanently inverted.
Elias got one.
He opened his eyes and picked up his phone, only an hour had passed. There was a notification. A reminder of the thing later. He sighed and forced his muscles to relax.
7 hours left