There are different kinds of people in the world and you can never assume that everyone will react to you the same way.
Deceive or maneuver some people and they will spend the rest of their lives not believing anythin yoThere are different kinds of people in the world and you can never assume that everyone will react to you the same way.
That evening
The pattering sound of the rain on the roof disturbed Charles from sleeping. He was alone in the big mansion where he lives with his parents;and they won't be back home until the next twelve full moons
Recently, Charles has been seeing wolves in his dreams. While he laid gently on the bed, he kept thinking about his recent dreams...and he became afraid to close his eyes to sleep and the pattering sound of the rain was not helping out either. He tried to sleep but as soon as he closed his eyes, he saw a glimpse of a werewolf and immediately opened his eyes with his heart beating fast. He stood from his bed, flinging his purple duvet to one side and then sat on an old rocking chair which his father gave to him and he cherished it a lot.
Charles then brought out his drawing book and a pencil from his drawer placed them on the table, closed the drawer and began to sketch out a werewolf form his imagination afterwards, he pasted the sketch on the wall of his room.... Charles' room was not that large but enough to contain all of his things. On the walls painted blue were different imaginative drawings and his childhood pictures alongside those he had with his parents. He also has a table where he kept his mirror and cosmetics which he uses every morning. He picked up the mirror to view his face but then all he saw when he looked into the mirror was a werewolf immediately, he threw the mirror away and ran out of the room with his heart pounding really hard.
He decided to go outside to receive some fresh air, he checked the time and it was7:30pn by the time. On getting to the door leading outside the house, he opened it and he saw a body wrapped in a blue duvet as frightened as he was, he kicked the body to know if the person was still alive just then the person began to groan in pain and saying some words which were not clear enough to Charles...all he could pick was 'help'. Charles on his own path, doubted if the person could still survive with his present condition
He turned the body to see have a clearer observation of the person
'shit' Charles exclaimed
It was a boy with an blue eye and a long curly hair whose mouth was stained with blood ...he was indeed a cute boy.
Charles helped him up and took him inside, supporting him by the side. While they were inside the house, the boy laid helpless on the tiled floor as Charles went on to heat water for the boy to bath and then Charles prepared tea for him...while he was doing this, he wondered if the boy was an orphan or a street raff who got bitten. Charles then decide to be patient and wait to hear from the boy.
Having freshened up, he sat on a chair opposite Charles'
"what would you like to eat?" Charles asked.
"Am okay, thank you." the boy said in reply
"You may come have a seat next to me" said Charles...
"I'll like to know you better." he continued
"so what is your name, where are u from and how did you get here ?" Charles asked
"My name is Jack from.....I can't remember all that happened to me, all I can remember is my name" Jack said bluntly
"may I know your name" Jack asked
"my name is Charles" he said
"well Charles thanks for helping me...can you do me a favour?" Jack asked
"yes, what is it"Charles replied
"I will like to be your pal...like follow you around till I become familiar with the environment" Jack said
"ehmm, I will think about it and give you my response tomorrow" replied Charles
Charles stood up to go to bed
"alright then, good night Charles" said Jack who was busy watching movie
"Good night Jack"
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Ahhhhhhhh
a loud cry from the neighborhood woke Charles up. He sprang off his bed he ran to the sitting room but couldn't find Jack there anymore...
"where did Jack go to" Charles was terrified
Charles then checked the room he had prepared for Jack to sleep in he the windows were wide open the bed was rough already as though a struggle had taken place there and Jack was no where to be found
WHERE DID HE GO.......