Reborn- His Scarlett Moon

I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in my lower abdomen as I drifted off to sleep. But as soon as I did, I found myself, surrounded with the eerie darkness that had overtaken the train compartment before. It was misty, with shadows flickering in the corners of my vision. I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized I wasn’t alone.

“Who’s there?” I called out into the void. But there was no answer, just the sound of my own voice echoing back at me. It felt like I was gliding my way in and out of that space when suddenly a figure appeared before me. It was the same shadowy and indistinct form that I had seen before and this time, I could feel its malevolent presence.

“You shouldn’t have come here,” it hissed in an unearthly voice, and I could feel my heart rate skyrocketing.

“What do you mean? Where shouldn’t I have come? What is this place? ” I demanded, trying to sound brave even though my voice was shaking.

The figure just laughed, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. “You’ll find out soon enough. You will remember…,” it said, before fading away into the darkness.

I woke up with a start, covered in sweat and panting for breath. The pain in my stomach had intensified, and I groaned as I sat up in bed. It was just a dream, I told myself, but it felt so real.

I rubbed my eyes and looked around my room, half expecting to see the shadowy figure lurking in the shadows. But everything was as it should be, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of my mind.

As I lay back down, I felt the discomfort of my heavy flow intensifying. The pain was almost unbearable, but I tried to push it aside as I closed my eyes and tried drifting off to sleep once more with absolutely no success.

” Bellow… ” I tried calling with my voice still low.

There was no reply. So I stood up and tried walking over to the hall and called him out once again, “Bellow… ”

My voice echoed back at me just like it had in the darkness in my dream.

Seemed like there was no one in the house when  suddenly I heard a noise from Ryan’s study.

Was he there?

I didn’t know why I walked my way till there? How did it matter to me if Ryan Bane was or wasn’t in his study?This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

When I peeked, to my relief, the room indeed was empty.

I tried calling every member in the household, one by one. None of them replied.

I was about to turn back, thinking that it might have been a stray cat or even a rat when suddenly I heard it again.

It was like something was knocking desperately on a surface. Something like a door.

I looked around. There was no sign of wind. The atmosphere was absolutely static, so where was this noise coming from?

I come inside his study.

There was a gift box on Ryan’s table.

I picked it up and checked it but there was no name on it and it looked a little mysterious. The packaging did. It piqued my curiosity, and I couldn’t resist the temptation to open it.

I carefully unwrapped the paper and pulled the lid open and looked inside.

” Ouch! What the hell! ” I yelled and stepped back. In an instant something sprang out and severely injured my fingers, causing them to bleed.

The object was a blade, about two inches long, attached to a small mechanism with a spring. As I examined it more closely, but being careful this time, I saw that the blade was retractable, and it had cut me when I triggered the mechanism by opening the box.

“This is insane. Who would do something like this?” I muttered to myself. My hands were still bleeding, and I felt a wave of anger wash over me. I couldn’t believe that someone would go to such lengths to harm someone. That thing was definitely prepared to cause someone injury. But for whom?

I didn’t have time for that question.

My hands were bleeding and I needed to quickly look for something to wipe it with. Otherwise, Mr. Ryan might come at me again, yelling and screaming. My blood was dripping all over his beautiful floor.

I needed to clean every bit of evidence for my crime.

” Ah! Why can’t I find a single piece of cloth in here? ”

I complained as I used up all the papers that I got my hands on. The bleeding hadn’t stopped yet even when it wasn’t a very big cut.

I was desperately tossing away the papers that I had used to wipe my blood when my hand hit something on the table.

” Sorry! ” I involuntarily yelled as I stumbled back when it fell.

I was pretty sure it was a small something that tumbled down but what lay in front of me was a huge sarcophagus.

Double the normal size of a human.

There was something up these days. Everything around me had started to feel like an illusion or perhaps I was seeing things and needed some medical assistance.

Was it in my genes? Was I becoming like my father?

I sat down with my eyes closed and then opened it with a flash, definitely expecting the sarcophagus to vanish and reprimand myself for being a fool once again.

But it was there.

As much as real my presence was in that room, so was the presence of that sarcophagus.

I touched it with my trembling hands. Both the one that was okay and the one that was bleeding.

And then as if being pulled in by a very very strong suction, I felt like I was being vacuumed out from there.