The Chronicles

Moonlight slices through the beakers on the top of the laboratory counter, a hundred shafts of light bouncing off the pristine, polished surface. Precise lines of glass tubes held in stark white cartons are piled on the centre island. Dr. Stevenson Park enjoys the small space of his lab, one he has worked hard on making his own. He is grateful for the comforting quiet it brings and is, at that moment, even more thankful for the size of the large counters. They fully hide his crouched, shuddering body as he hunches behind them, biting his lip to stop his shuddering breath giving away his position. "Tut tut, nobody likes a coward, Dr. Steven~" The taunt is followed by the smash of glass, shards of the broken beakers glancing across the linoleum floor. Dr. Steven squeezes his eyes shut and grips his knees closer to his chest, his teeth biting down into his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. The squeak of the intruder's shoes on linoleum stops. The air falls silent and heavy, pressing down like a weight on Murphy's tight shoulders. "If you don't want me to find you, Dr. Steven, you shouldn't make yourself so tempting." The voice echoes from nowhere, a hungered growl from the darkness. Steven's eyes snap open as a warm drop of blood dribbles from his lip and soaks into his trousers. He wipes the blood from his lips and chokes back a sob. 'Sniff' "There you are!" But it's too late. A hand lurches from the dark and snatches at Steven, like claws around prey. "Such an irresistible thing, don't you think?" The man whispers, his face shadowed but the glint in his eyes unmistakable. When his tongue laps over the smear of blood on Steven's hand, the doctor retches and tries to crawl back, yelling as the hand grips his tighter. The crack of bone perforates the silence. "Dear, dear…." He tugs on Steven's mangled hand, dragging him over the slick surface of the linoleum. "Hngh— Steven is yanked up onto his feet. The intruder is the same height as he is, but appears ten feet tall in the gloom. "I don't want to break you, doctor." The intruder soft and gentle voice echoes through the room. "Shhh…." He places a firm finger on the doctor's lips to stop the trembling cries. Then he takes Steven's hand in both of his, staring into his eyes with the intense, paralysing gaze only a predator can achieve. "Why don't you relax?" The words reverberate like a haunting echo inside Stevens's head, bouncing from one side of his skull to the other until he sways with dizziness. A swathe of calm seeps from his head down into his neck, following his spine and reaching right down to his toes, until he stumbles back from the suddenness of his muscles relaxing. Steven smiles at the intruder and takes a deep breath. "Ah~ Much better." The intruder whispers, before plunging his teeth into Steven's throat. --- Prologue End --- Hello fellow readers Just a quick note. This is not my original work but a mere fan-fiction story from a game called 'Wayhaven Chronicles' it's a pretty cool and awesome choice story game if you wanna check the game out, you can download it on steam, Google playstore, and Appstore.