3 Chapter II: The Fayde

Silence spread calmly through the house for a brief moment but, was then shattered again by the strange grueling sounds getting closer and closer. The ground shook again and again. It felt like an earthquake but, we had to continue and down the stairs we went. I believed my parents were meaning to tell me something sooner but, could not, and for a good reason or so I had hoped.

My father shuttered for a minute as we moved quickly down the stairs. I could not begin to even fathom what in the world might be going on I thought to myself and for a split second. I thought heard my father respond you'll know soon enough son inside my head but I was pretty sure it had to be my self consciousness trying to make sense of things. I recall looking upon my father staring at me then as well but again there was no response.

He seemed to have lost his sense of direction and all I could hope for was that we'd make it out of the house alive. His arm began to flex but, somehow by a godsend he was in some some sort of peculiar trance that prevented him from turning on me as the flesh-wound on his hand spread up the back side of his arm.

As we hit the bottom steps his hand abruptly extended out against the wall at the foot of the stairs and he began uttering strange words I've never heard him speak before. Nothing happened, a long silence broke through the chaos echoing above us and a strange symbol of light began to fold outward twirling around us faster and faster dicing the first creature into nothing as it leaped down the stairs at us. It was some sort of magical shield.

Time had stopped, the wall in front of us remained blank for a few seconds then began to move and I felt my dad drop to the floor next to me as the bones in his legs cracked loudly and started to bend and twist backwards over him. The infection has spread very rapidly throughout his entire body.

With a last effort he shoved with one hand his shotgun into my arms, mumbled something I couldn't make out and a strange string-bound sheet with some things things wrapped tightly inside it appeared. Take these now I felt him oddly speak inside my head just locking eyesight one last time and he fainted but, I think that was probably the glass of wine I had earlier talking to me.

As I turned back around towards the wall in front of us that was moving there was an odd pulsing sound followed by a loud rumble. An opening began to grow with an emanating glow largely surrounding the edges amidst the wall in front of us and then the whole section of it disappeared. The odd opening stirred and blurred with a blue light as a scar tore open out of nowhere in front of me.

In a bright gleaming white light a dark hooded man with a flame-coated sword stepped out before me cutting off the head and splitting down the decay of what used to be my Father and then he turned to me, the blaze died out and he put the sword away at his side. I was wrong, I was the only one who somehow was not affected but how is this possible I asked myself.

He nodded at me to follow but, I was too startled and lost at what was going on. I started to question before doing anything and the hooded man eyed me for a moment mumbling more strange words that spoke to me.

I thought I understood for a second there when I heard sleep and then I must've partially blacked out. All I recall at the time was being thrown over his shoulder and stepping back through the estranged tear in space and time which then closed behind us.