MORTUUS

CHAPTER ONE

I could no longer watch the television, I looked at the time it said eleven-thirty. My old man said he would be back today but as always he never kept his word. I was still giving him the benefit of doubt after all it wasn't twelve yet.

I was tempted to call him again but I know the twenty missed calls I left were a little absurd so I waved the thought away.

I stood and walked to the kitchen, I needed a drink and by drink, I meant the orange juice in the refrigerator. I was pissed, I had specifically told him I would wait for him. He never put me first, it was funny that no matter how many times this happened I want to believe him, I always want to believe in him.

I took out the plastic jug and poured some in a glass cup, I picked up the cup and gulped so hard a little spilled down the side of my mouth. I wiped it clean and replaced the items in their respectful places after cleaning the used cup.

I returned to the living room cursing and grumbling. My thoughts were in shambles. All I could think about was how I was going to give my dad an earful when he got back. I was done with this, as soon as he got back I would return to my mother.

I sat back on the huge brown couch, it was my favorite. My shoulders slouched as I resumed shuffling through channels. A loud burp escaped my lips and I didn't even bother to cover my mouth with my hand. I looked up to check the time, it was already a quarter to twelve. I frown, my anger bubbling inside of me.

Suddenly I heard a loud noise, it might not have been so loud but since the television was turned down it was loud enough for me to jerk up in fright. The loud sound was followed by a knock and I felt my anger burst out of its cage.

My father was back and he was obviously drunk, here I was worrying my ass off— though I was mostly worried about myself —and he had been drinking again. I flew to the door, my legs barely touched the carpet as I ran towards the door.

I quickly unlocked it and pulled open the door, that's when it occurred to me that I didn't hear his car pull up but if he was this drunk he wouldn't be able to drive, Uber probably.

“Why the hell…” I started to say but stopped, the person in front of me was not my dad in fact he didn't look like he could be anyone's dad.

The porch light was on so I had a very clear view of him as soon as I opened the door. His eyes were bland, his lips droopy, his hair looked like it had been centuries since it was combed or even washed, same with his clothes. 

His stance was very weird, I didn't think it was humanly possible to stand like that. While one leg was placed properly, the other was a little turned to the side, I would swear it was broken and then there was this terrible smell.

Realizing my mistake, I instantly pushed the door closed but it didn't listen to me. I pushed it with all my might but it wouldn't budge, at this point tears were gathering at the side of my eyes.

Next thing I knew I was flung against the wall as I stood behind the door pushing. Unable to stop or protect myself I hit the wall headfirst with the back of my head while the front was smashed by the door. I screamed but my scream was a little muffled by the door, the pain tearing through my senses, I was half certain my nose was broken with how much pain I felt. 

The door slowly creaked back into position leaving me against the wall, I felt my nose and the blood and pain sent me right into a panic mood. That's when I noticed the creepy stranger was slowly approaching me, he didn't seem to have much speed. 

I tried to tell myself to run but my legs wouldn't listen to me, I was thoroughly overcome with fear for I couldn't move a muscle.

I tried to scream as the stranger came close enough but it only sounded like a whimper. He clamped his hand over my mouth and grinned, his teeth were slightly green. “This w-won't hurt-t,” his tongue stuck out awkwardly as he spoke.

I struggled against his palm but all I could do was flail my arms and legs around, my head wouldn't move. He slowly lifted my hand, his creepy grin was still in place and he took a huge chunk out of my arm. I tried to scream not just from the pain but I didn't think it would be possible to rip that much skin off a person with nothing but teeth.

He looked me in the eye with my skin between his teeth and he spat it out, my blood was smeared all over his dirty face, the skin seemed to be a little pale. I looked down with just my eyes and saw as well as felt my blood trickle down. 

I felt tears trail down the side of my face as I realized there was absolutely nothing I could do. I was going to die in the worst way ever by some random stranger if this could be classified as a person.

I heard a crackle, it took almost five seconds for me to realize it was a laugh. “It s-shouldn't t-take long-g.”

I gasped, the creepy man had dung his nail into the sides of my face. He pulled my head away from the wall and smashed it into the wall again. I felt my eyes roll back as everything went black, I didn't even have time to feel the pain.