Title: The Insanity of Reality
Summary: One day, Chad stumbles upon something he wasn't meant to see. Despite this, he now knows a vile, horrible secret of the Evans family that could defy the difference between reality and make-believe, not to mention cause a great uproar among all humankind. The thing is, no one seems to believe a word he says, not even the people he once called his best friends!
...Can Chad reveal the truth in time, while keeping his own ass out of danger? Will someone finally believe his story, as implausible as it may be? Or will one particular Evans pinpoint Chad before someone else stops them?
Rating: M (for mature audiences only)
Pairing(s): eventual Chyan, minor Troyella and Chaylor
Warning(s): Adult themes, violence, content, and language not suited for children.
Table of Contents:
Prologue: A Murder in Santa Fe
Chapter One: N/A
Chapter Two: N/A
Chapter Three: N/A
Prologue: A Murder in Santa Fe
A young woman, clearly no older than twenty, was walking alone in a vacated section of Santa Fe. She wasn't ill at ease in the least; there was no apparent discomfort evident in her stance. The streetlights around her flicked on and off at random intervals, but she took no notice: she was intent on arriving to her apartment a block away.
Because she was the only other known being in the premises, she didn't bother to stop and look both ways before crossing the street. She strode in her designer stilettos, her hips sashaying naturally with each taken step.
Ever so suddenly, the atmosphere morphed. The vacant buildings seemed to grow ominous, and the streetlamps were more forboding. The wind tousled the woman's long brunette hair, seeming to tug her in the opposite direction her feet were taking her.
The girl still walked on, trying not to notice how her surroundings seemed to change before her eyes. It was just her imagination, she chastised herself. Just her imagination...
But was that shadow that loomed to the side of her a simple figment of her imagination, or was it in fact there? She couldn't tell, because moments later, the shadow dissipated into the dark background of the empty streets.
She swallowed, clutching her handbag to her chest as she hurried her steps. Her feet, as well as her heart, stopped at the sound of material rubbing up against flesh... flesh that wasn't hers.
"W-Who's there?" She asked hesitantly, widened eyes glancing around. No one answered. She frowned, but forced herself to continue trekking the few yards left until she arrived at her doorstep.
Just as she was about to come into close proximity with the apartment complex she resided in, she felt it: the feeling that someone was watching you. The hairs on the back of her neck stook on end, and she felt goosebumps erupt at an erratic pace all across her skin.
"Who are you?" She shouted into the quiet night. A quiet sound, that of soft laughter, came from behind an abandoned factory to her right. She slowly turned, looking much like a deer caught in the headlights, and tried to recall any defensive moves she knew of, coming up empty.
Ever so slowly, a shadowed figure walked out into the open, and the only thing made apparent was that the figure was male, and said male was wearing a hat on top of his head.
"Who am I?" The figure asked once he got over his bout of chuckling. "No one you've known. No one important."
"Well, what do you want? I-I don't have any money, and--" The girl stuttered out, nervously wrapping and unwrapping the handle of her purse around her hands.
"I don't want or need your money." The figure interrupted harshly; you didn't have to see his face to know he was wearing a disinterested frown. "I need something else you have."
"B-But I don't have anything else on me, except f-for my cell phone. Look, y-you can have that, but please, just leave me alone!" She screeched, backing away from the figure. Another dry chuckle emitted from the figure.
"You have something else I want." Was all he said. Thoughts flew through the woman's head: he must be some kind of rapist! What should she do? She did have her phone on her, but he would clearly see her call 911... She was trapped!
He smirked, as if reading her thoughts, and stepped forward. She edged back still. He growled, a sound so low in his throat, and snarled out, "Stay put!" She squeaked out in surprise but otherwise listened, staying planted where she was.
He neared her, and she fought the urge to take flight, in hopes that, if she was obedient enough, he would spare her whatever tormenting he had in mind for her.
The poor lighting from streetlamps cast shadows upon his close face, but she could vaguely see him: he had an aristocratic face, one that didn't look flawed in the least. His blue eyes, filled with contempt and a strange, abnormal glint of hunger, stared her down. He had a lazy smirk on his face.
"I'm sorry I have to do this, but I'm in desperate need of what you have for me."
"I don't have anything you want!" She cried out in a futile attempt to make him leave. He didn't bother responding, his smirk only intensified.
Far away, in a bleak alley, the limp body of a young woman, clearly no older than twenty with long brunette hair, lie in a small puddle of crimson.