Narrative Case

Will looked around but saw no one. Everything was still and the only thing being disturbed was the air that Will breathed in and out. He could feel the cold start to eat at him and still nothing happened. He turned around and went the way he came. He went back to the twin’s room and to the bed that Robin laid on.

“Robin! Wake up!” Will tried again, shaking Robin violently. He kept on shaking her for a while, saying her name, telling her to wake up. But still Robin’s eyes remained closed and he breathing remained even. Giving up on her Will went to go try James again. Will went over to the next room and shook the body there just as violently as the first one.

“James! Wake up!” Will was straining his hearing for anything. A peep from the body or even the music that he so desperately wants to listen to. Again the body lay motionless, eyes still closed, breathing still even. Will walked out onto the landing again. The music played softly, at a distance, urging Will to chase after it.

“Who are you?” Will said as he took a few steps forward wanted to hear a reply or maybe was it more of the music. It became slightly louder when he had moved forward. Will wondered if he should follow it. Without another thought Will leaped off the landing and followed the sound of the music, ignoring the cold that was seeping into his bones. As music got louder and louder, the cold seemed to climb its way into Will faster and faster. Will could no longer run, the music was so loud but it still sounded like a lullaby. Will fell to the ground shivering, surrounded by trees.

“Who…..are…….you?” Will said it so quietly that even he hardly caught it, and it is the last thing that he would ever say as he closed his eyes never to open them again.

Meanwhile the sound of footsteps approached the area where the body lay could be heard in the silence of the night. They stopped right in front of Will’s body. A man dressed in a black suit with a hood on leaned down to the body and whispered a silent reply.

“Your worst nightmare,” It said in a deep voice “my son.” The man then stood up and walked away for he had things to do and hanging out with his son’s dead body was not one of them.