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Blackwood

Summary: Blackwood seemed to have always had a looming black cloud over its town at all times. In the darkness the cloud created, shadows morphed into monsters within the people. Dozens of unsolved murders litter the shelves in the police department. Missing person papers were stapled to each light post and bulletin board. But when the Lincoln twins, the embodiment of happiness and popularity, were found in the football locker room after basketball practice with five times the overdose amount of cocaine flowing through their veins. People began to notice just how many skeletons paraded around in their closets.

Warnings: This is basically the darker and more psychotic version of shows like Riverdale and those like it. Though, this is not Riverdale or fanfiction of it in any way.

Actual Warnings: Murder, mentions of suicide, kidnapping, drugs and alcohol, mafia, rough language, dark humor, mentions of sex, and more!

Prologue

—HER RIBS CONSTRICT TIGHTLY AROUND HER LUNGS LIKE A VIPER. In short, painful bursts, she breathes as she hides behind the banister. When she first arrived, she marveled at the size of the staircase. Now, she knows that it was the least surprising thing in this murder house. Her heart pounds painfully against her chest, an ax trying to get through her sternum. She winces when she forces a deep breath into her lungs, her bruised spine stabbing her with daggers of ice.

She knew as she scoped the large foyer, if she did not leave now she would never see the light of day again. She would become a dead girl walking. She was already sure her name and face littered the town’s newspaper. But her body, mangled and bruised, would be in the centerfold before the end of the week. And the headline would not be exclaiming good news.

Johnna was in the backyard, playing with his demon hound. William was at a meeting and wouldn’t be back until the evening. Alexander was passed out in the family room, snuggled up with an empty bottle of Jack Daniels. Lucas was at the grocery store, refilling the food supply after Johnna’s temper tantrum.

She knew that this was her only chance. The room was still, waiting. The air was heavy with a foreboding attitude. She winces at the sound of knees cracking as she stands. The frozen floor that she had become quite accustomed to over the month she had the ‘pleasure’ of staying in this nightmare felt hot under her bare feet. It almost burned to take a step toward the first stair. The soles of her feet stuck to the ground with sweat.

Anxiety flared throughout her body. Her stomach was lead. There was a compressing cuff around her neck. The sides of her chin were squeezed by the hand of Death. She swallowed the non-existent spit in her dry mouth. Her entire body seized upon itself the closer she got to the beginning of the staircase. Her body knew that this was a dangerous act she was committing. She did something that could easily end in her being tortured to death. Though, that was her fate at the end of the day no matter what path she followed. No matter what she decided to do with her life. But she would go out fighting. If she was going to be treated like a glass doll, she would make sure to shred their skin when they break her into million-little pieces. She would go out kicking. She would earn her death.

Taking a deep breath, she faced forward and placed her left foot on the first stair. It was cold beneath her foot. It was a familiar chill. The chill crawled up her legs, up her back, and settled itself at the small of her neck. The cold floors were what she was familiar with in this house. The cold was what told her she was still alive, that her blood still heated her skin. That she was breathing as she should, even if her lungs were not functioning correctly.

She closes her eyes as she lets out a deep sigh. When she opened her eyes, she was ready. The stairs glistened in the sunlight shining through the windows framing the foyer. It was almost blinding. The darkness of the basement and the inner makings of the manor did not have any natural light to speak of.

She nods to herself, ready. She places her right foot on the first stair and threw her body into movement. Her feet pounded on the stairs painfully, her heart loud in her ears at the same volume. She pushed through the sluggishness her muscles had been accustomed to. The sudden movement broke something in her. It awoke an animalistic instinct.

During Biology class, the teacher called it survival of the fittest. That only those that fought to live would survive to bear children.

Even though the last of the statement had no use to her, the beginning did. She had to fight to stay alive. She was alive. She was living, breathing, and dreaming human being. And she was not ready to sacrifice her life just because a couple psychos took a liking to how she took pain. She did not want to die. She would not die.

If she was caught, she would die. If she stayed, she would die. But if she escaped, she would be alive. She would go to a place that would resemble something the complete opposite of this place. A big, never sleeping city. She would go to Seattle. Seattle was the closest one to her. She would take a taxi—no a Greyhound—out of her spiderweb of a hometown. She would travel and not do a single thing, talk to a single person, until she was at her destination. She would have time to process everything that had happened to her. She would be able to make up a perfect story about the cuts and bruises, about the sprained bones and black eye. She would be gone. She would no longer be who she is today. She would reinvent herself. She would not allow a single person to recognize her as she was here.

When her feet hit the landing with a slap, she pushed off and took off toward the door. Her heart was pounding a million a second. The heart that had seemed to be trying to kill her was a sign of hope. The pounding in her ears, the stabbing in her chest, and pulsing in all of her bones. It was all her body’s hope. It was her will to live.

She turned the cold doorknob. She pulled open the door. She let it swing open and slam against the wall.

And she was down the second set of stairs before she even realized she was in the lawn. Soft, plush grass filtered beneath her feet—between her toes. It gave her a relief she did not know was within her. The sunlight on her skin felt so…good. It was so warm. It was heavenly. But she knew she could not stop and enjoy the new sensations. And she was off again.

Her feet slammed against the firm ground, pushing her further and further—closer to her goal, toward her freedom. She pursued her body harder, faster toward the large iron gates. Her legs burned. Her chest was searing with pain. Her throat and mouth were dryer than the Gobi Desert. But on and on she went. She would push her body until it would no longer move anymore. Even if she was reduced to dragging herself by her pinky-toes she would keep going. Even if Death itself stood before her, holding out its hand for her to take. Even if those towering gates did not open.

And then she fell.

Her foot had caught one of the sprinklers. Her body went flying, barreling through the air. She would have screamed in fear and frustration if she did not think Johnna would hear it from the opposite side of the house. She hits the ground and lands on her shoulder. She bites her tongue to keep in the shout of pain.

Warmth drips down the side of her face and falls into the gravel. She pulled her head up and looked at her condition. Taking a shaky breath, tears stream down her face. One of her arms was not visible, so it was to be assumed it was crushed under her. Her legs were cut in various places, new bruises forming from the impact. Blood had already begun to fall into the gravel and stain the white rocks red.

Her head falls down into the gravel. She laughs to herself as she tries to push herself off the ground. White pain shoots through her back. It felt as if she was being struck by lightning. Her hand falls limp at her side. Damn, she really talked really big. She was right there. The gate was within reaching distance. Her eyes fell back and she stared at the metal bars.

Laughing echoes through the courtyard—mocking laughter. Her blood ran cold as she moved her attention to the source of the laughter. Her blood ran cold as she moved her attention to the source of the laughter. Sitting on the top of the fence, he smirked down at her with downcast eyes. He balanced a glass of what she assumed was tequila.

"You were so close, darlin'. I sorta thought you would get out. Was ready to call 'ol Willy to tell you his lovely dove escaped the cage. But look at you," Alexander swung his legs as he talked. "You were s-o close."

She closed her eyes, tears gushing from her eyes at a faster rate. She was so close. So, so freaking close.

"Why would you try and leave me?!" Cries a voice. I take a deep breath and open my eyes. Johnna was red in the face, tears streaming down his face.

"I am so dead." She whispers.

"You're more than dead," a loud bang and crackling as the gate pulls open. Lucas was back with groceries.

And her world goes black.

Chapter One Link Coming Soon

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