Black Box Chapter Four

Black Box Chapter Four

Black Box Chapter Four
Both of their attentions perked up as they heard the loud crash that seemed to come from the main floor of the house. Both of them had the same thoughts onto what it was, and sat up in the bed stunned in fear as the thoughts of the creature ran through their heads.

They took a moment to glance at eachother, with great suspicion Sean opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again. "I know we both are thinking the same thing. It must be that creature. What else could it be?"

Kathryn nodded in reply, eyes telling Sean that he was dead right in his theory to their thoughts. But than something unexpected happened, something they thought they would never hear.

"Oh Kathryn, it's me your good friend Kathryn. You remember me don't you? Come on Kathryn you know who I am talking about don't you?" The voice was followed by faint footsteps below, like someone pacing back and forth on hard wood flooring.

The footsteps were followed by the sounds of water droplets than followed by a stench that was too peculiar to the smell. It was the stench of rotting corpses, mixed in with raw sewage.

The light above their heads began to flicker slowly, from the crease in the sides of the walls crept a black smog, that of the one in the box. But that wasn't all, Kathryn's books spontaneously combusted, throwing flames everywhere. From the flames a peach smoke spewed upwards, hitting the cealing and expanding itself like water does on an open floor. The smoke acted in a way of its own, by extending long rods of the green stuff.

The door began to warp itself, bending inwards, creating a spiral to form in the middle of the wood. Around the creases of the spiral flowed a stream of blood that made it's way to the floor. This also had a mind of its own as it began to shape itself into a human body that both of them were to familar with.

As they watched in horror to what lay upon their eyes as the blood began to gather in the peach like smoke, as though it was creating a layer of skin on itself.

A face formed, than the rest of the body came after, leaving Sean and Kathryn in awe to what they noticed about this thing. "Conor!"

Conor stood infront of them, as the windows burst forward, and a pair of jeans and a shirt shot inside. These slowly hovered above him and lowered onto his body. He zipped up his pants and securely locked the button in place, smiling with pleasure as his name was shouted a loud. "Ah how long it took you to notice, I would have thought better of you after all that time you had to sit through my screams. Would have thought it was asorbed in your minds, but proved wrong in the end."

Kathryn shook her head in disbelief, but came to the conclusion that nothing that has happened in the two days has been unreal. "But you, the creature, body mangled..." Her words were all jumbled up in confusion, but were simply answered with a dark laugh from Conor.

Approaching the bed, he took a moment to examine the shelf that stood in the corner of the room "It is a tragity that all of us can't be known to eachother" This was followed by a low sigh, along with a smeared look on his face.

Kathrny stood up for a moment, wanting to push him against the wall and plow her fist into his face. But something held her back from doing this; he was looking into her eyes with dilated, black pupils. "You know Kathryn, I've always had feelings for you."

Sean sprung up from the bed, fists clenched tightly, his eyes showing fury inside "Kathryn don't listen to him! Conor is dead! It's the box!"

Conor glanced quickly at Sean, and with a snap of his fingers, two arms protruded from the walls, grasping a hold of his shoulders and bounding him tightly.

"I died for you Kathryn, tried to protect you from that beast. But it overpowered me Kathryn."

She stared back in a trance, face left expressionless as the words entered her head as if to intrude in on her thoughts. He was gathering information from her, putting the pieces together like a little kid would with a puzzle.

"You think Sean loves you? You love him, but is that true? You see that I live, your heart tells your differently telling that its deceiving. But it's not!" The room exploded in flames, throwing shadows against the walls, making them sway back and forth.

Sean squirmed in the grasp of the hands that had him, clenching his eyes shut trying to force himself out. But it seemed impossible to him, they were too strong. All he could do was go limp, and watch the girl he loved get fed lies from this obscured being.

"You are lying, my heart tells me truth!" Conor let out a laugh of pity, and approached her slowly with the same dilated pupils that locked onto her eyes.

He stretched out a hand, and grasped a hold of her left wrist tightly, causing her to scream as though he were heating up her skin surface, burning away at her flesh.

Conor was distracted when something loud emitted from the door beside him, as though someone were throwing their body against the wood, trying to break it down.

He glanced back and forth with worry on his face as the door shook feircly, and the wood started to crack around the edges "No stay out intruder!" But they still bombarded the door with fierce blows, eventually breaking it down, leaving a pile of screws loosely rolling around on the wooden floor.

In the doorway stood a figure that was blackened out by the smoke, leaving only a silhouette. "Get out intruder I warn you!" But it approached with great spped, forcing Conor to the ground with a loud crack that happened to be Conor's arm. It feel off like a dying leaf from a tree, twitching on the floor it exploded into a cloud of dust.

Conor let out a blood curdling scream as his arm suddenly fell off, and turned to dust.

Squirming he tried to force the being off of him, but it was to strong, overpowered him in many ways.

The hands that grasp a hold of Sean for a brief period of time, dissapeared slowly, leaving Sean to slide down onto the bed panting heavily.

He raised his head with his sweat dripping from the brows and noticed something familar here. "Mark!"

Mark looked over his shoulder for a brief second, and was knocked hard in the face by a cold hand, and was knocked over to his side. His nose was shattered, allowing blood to pour out from the nostrels and onto the floor like a tap. "You're a fucking prick you know that?" Conor was walking towards the downed Mark, towering him in a shadow of darkness.

Mark looked up with fear in his eyes, as his life flashed before him knowing that it was the end of his life. "Ready to die Mark?" He raised his right arm into the air, molding it into a giant mallet.

But before he could bring the arm down, he was knocked over by a force from a far.

Lifting his eyes, Mark saw Sean forcing Mark into the wall with incrediable force.

Conor hit the wall with a bone breaking thud, causing his remaining arm to fall off with ease.

Grabbing a hold of the hem of his pink shirt and bringing him towards his face with fury in his eyes. "Now you listen hear Conor. We left you dead, and you better stay dead. You made a dumb decision coming back and interrupting us with your foolish words." With a quick motion, Sean pulled out the black box from his sweater, smiling with glee "But Kathryn left that on the night stand! How do you have it!?"

Sean laughed as Conor babbled on in confusement and shook his head "When Kathryn was in the trance, I quickly switched the boxes. If you look again Conor, the box that is on the night table, is simply a jewelry box that I found lying around in the house. You'd be amazed at how fast I can move." He proved this by leaping back, sealing Conor inside of the box in an instint, as though he didn't even make a single motion.

"How did you!?" This came from Kathryn as she gazed into Sean's eyes with wonderment as to how he was able to make Conor disappear like that, this was answered by two simple words "Black Box"

Kathryn raised a brow in confusement to the words "Black Box" and as if her thoughts were read Sean began to explain as if he knew everything about this object "The Black Box is a ancient artifact from the Dark Ages. It held a beast that went by the name of Argonus, meaning creature of darkness and smoke. Argonus was sealed in this box, and placed on a pedistal in the temples of Jarum. This is in the Bahamas. This box has the ability to share its power with the current holders. It grants the power of speed, strength, and the ability to translate the ancient language of Argonus."

The room turned dark as he finished speaking, it wasn't only the room, but the whole city seemed to be blanketed by a sleet of smog. From the box seeped the same smog that informed them of Argonus's arrival.