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… ”Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

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?

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.