|[ Aaron Salomon | Slither ]| (serpentoid) wrote in beyond_evo, @ 2017-10-13 10:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | clearcut, slither |
JUST LOOK HOW FAR I'VE FELL, DOWN IN THE WISHING WELL.
They should never have stepped inside the house. They should never have wandered off. They should never have tagged along to visit this stupid pumpkin patch in the first place. Aaron had only gone because Ms. Tucker had 'encouraged' the FA class to attend. This wasn't how he'd pictured his first week back in school ending.
If they'd just stuck with everyone else, they wouldn't have been in this predicament now. He'd gotten - inevitably - bored by the pumpkins because pumpkins were not inherently interesting things. One of his new classmates, a guy who called himself Q (which was odd but Aaron had friends with names like Pester and Tar so he couldn't judge) had looked about as thrilled by the outing as he was, so they'd wandered off together, somehow finding a moment when neither the chaperones or the security detail were looking their way. Once the group were out of sight, they'd soon happened upon a house. It wasn't in great shape, the screen door banging in the wind, flies buzzing in clouds around the yard, the outer walls a sweaty brown. It was anything but inviting. But the boys needed something to occupy their attention so they decided to take a look inside since there were no signs anyone was home. Maybe there'd be something inside to pilfer. This place didn't look like it contained priceless riches but whatever, it was more intriguing than pumpkins.
Fortuitously, the door had been unlocked. Inside, the house looked... uncared for, to say the least, but Aaron and Q didn't get the chance to poke around much. Instead, they heard sudden movement behind them before everything turned dark, heavy sacks being placed over their heads and strong arms holding them tight. The shot of fear-fueled adrenaline was enough to trigger Aaron's transformation into Slither, his serpentine head pressing against the coarse material, but even in this form he found himself powerless to escape the grip of his assailant as he was dragged down a set of creaking stairs. When the hoods were finally removed, their attackers were somehow nowhere to be seen. They were in a dimly lit room, a basement. Every surface was streaked and stained, grime, blood, urine, worse. One wall proudly boasted an array of implements propped up by rusty nails, each more terrible than the last. All around them, hunks of unidentifiable meat hung from hooks, slices gouged out of them at random. The boys, too, were hanging from the ceiling, though the meat hooks bearing them were mercifully pierced through the backs of their shirts rather than their flesh. Really should have stayed at the school today.
Now, Aaron wriggled on his hook like a maggot, snake eyes wide and alert, involuntary hisses rattling off his flickering forked tongue. "What the fuck?" he breathed, shooting a look at his companion before again trying unsuccessfully to look behind him, to get off this damned hook. "What the fuck?" His arms were flexible in this form, maybe he could reach around behind him and get a grip on his hook, prise himself to freedom. Aaron was working on doing that when a sound made him freeze, eyes swivelling towards the rotting door at the other end of the basement, cloaked in shadows. The sound was coming from behind that door. It was a mechanical noise, a whir, loud and jagged and fearsome. A chainsaw. "...We need to get the fuck out of here, Q. We need to get out of here now."