The House on Hound Lane

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A strange world where nothing is normal.

Oh and delinquents kill people. ????

Submitted: September 03, 2015

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Submitted: September 03, 2015

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Started writing: 27/3/15

As the moon rises swiftly through the sky a chorus of hushed whispers floods the house, telling it to rest and to recover and not to anger at the trespassers. As the 3 young students ventured further with their little whispers the downstairs remained silent. As they traversed the stairs they creaked at every step, the aspect of risk joining in on the chorus of small sounds. 

But as the students reached the landing at the top of the steps the entire house fell silent. No music from some distant room, no hushed whispers and no creaking stairs. It was a particularly cold night as the students clung to their coats trying to trap the brief feelings of warmth offered by the harsh night. As they reached the study they could see a tall, thin man sitting facing the opposite direction. The man didn't move, the man didn't talk and the man didn't notice them. All that was seen was the quiet students creeping across the floorboards towards the man, leaving him with no warning, and no chance to escape his fate. 

The smallest of the students gripped a knife from his pocket tightly and as he stepped forward the man coughed. He coughed hard and rough, desperately trying to clear his throat as if he could not breathe. And at that moment the boy leaned forward and the knife was plunged straight through the neck of the tall, thin man. Erasing his existence from this world leaving nothing for his colleagues, his family or his friends. He was to be forgotten for eternity and they were the reason for it.

As the sun rose the children emerged from their dark side. They became normal once again as their true selves. Jessie, the tall thin girl, walked with big strides and with a high sense of confidence. Alex, the short weak boy, stumbled along constantly tripping over his own feet. And Christian, the tall strong boy who asserted his dominance at every possible opportunity.

These contrasting characters all fit together. As the students walked down the crumbling path of Hound Lane they reached a house that towered above the rest. They had approached the house many times before and as usual they approached it swiftly. Christian pushed the gate open and as Alex and Jessie had passed through he closed it gently. He was still gentle when he wanted to be. As they reached the door Jessie hollered "Can you come get the door?" And it opened almost immediately after. As they strode purposefully down the main hallway the lights only meters ahead turned on to guide them to the study. 

As they neared the end of the hallway Alex could hear the familiar footsteps of their friend. As Jessie began to speed up the boys followed and she proceeded to walk straight through the doorway and over to the velvet seats. As Christian, Alex and Jessie all sat down Alex spoke "We got him Drew" but he was shortly followed by Christian "Yeah we did it, now what?" Then Jessie with "Aren't you proud of us Andrew?" Andrew sighed and began "Yes, yes I'm proud of you three but your next assignment will be more important and quite likely tougher." 
"And where's our reward for the last one?" Christian asks with a hint of a threat. Which is answered with "Here it is, as promised. Your payment for your assignment." As Andrew handed Jessie the small duffel bag half full with silver coins and as the boys peered over, they became satisfied. "So what's this important mission you wanted us to do?" Jessie asks with a glimmer of excitement. "I need you to collect a package for me. You will find it on Faulkner avenue near the docks in a large, green shipping container. If you can bring it to me some of those coins will be gold next time." At this all three of the students faces lit up, the promise of payment engulfing them and encouraging them to proceed.

Faulkner avenue was not much to look at. All the containers were bland and the paths were all cracked and falling apart. It was deep in the night when the students approached this place. To make matters worse it was raining heavily onto their path. When they were on a mission the students hardly spoke, save for the odd whisper of directions or orders. And it was now that they approached the docks. There was a black van parked down a hundred meters away and the students began to exercise caution. They kept their eyes up, constantly searching for any signs of movement but the night was peaceful. As they began to get closer the path divided into a fork and the group had to split up. Christian went to the right while Alex and Jessie traversed the left path. Being all alone Christian was constantly checking his surroundings for any sign of movement in an attempt to stay hidden. Alex and Jessie were walking at a steady pace when the path began to open into a huge courtyard. And there he was, in the middle of the courtyard, totally aware of what was about to happen.

"Evening children" the man began in a playful tone. As Jessie and Alex walked forward cautiously he spoke again "Where's the other boy? The tall, strong one that does all the work!" As Jessie and Alex hesitated the man laughed "My name is Mark, and you must be Alexander and Jessica if I'm not mistaken" he continued with malice. The two students turned cold and fixed Mark with a glare that told him to back off, despite the situation. Meanwhile Jessie noticed a slight shimmering in the corner of her eye, Christian had found them and was creeping around, trying to get closer to Mark. Then, when he was only a mere two meters away he went to pounce and Mark just turned and punched him square in the gut, forcing the adrenaline out of him along with the oxygen. With a slight stumble Jessie and Alex started moving towards Mark but as they got close all he did was smile before he turned and sprinted toward the container, two hundred meters away.

Without a moments notice the chase was on. Alex on the right and Jessie on the left. When Mark began to weave around small barrels he left Alex behind but Jessie was gaining fast. Being the most agile of the trio she was able to jump and manoeuvre around these obstacles with ease. Regretting his decision to run Mark tries to turn around, gripping a small blade from his pocket as Jessie kept running until she was nice and close before jumping and planting the heel of her boot right in the middle of Mark's face, breaking his nose. When Alex and Christian caught up Jessie had already bound Mark's wrists and left him to be unconscious while she celebrated her victory. When they approached, short of breath, Jessie just laughed at them until they were ready to head back.

They brought Mark back to the house on Hound Lane and with smug looks on their faces they took him up the stairs to the study where they fastened his wrists to the desk. Twenty minutes later, when Andrew returned he entered with a confused smile on his face. Keeping his eyes on Mark he asked "So, did you guys get the package?" The colour drained from the students faces as they once again, had lost track of their mission. As Alex started "I'm sorry Drew, it won't happen aga....." He was cut off with a glare from Andrew. Then Jessie looked up sweetly and fluttered her eyelids at him before speaking "Aw, I'm sorry we didn't bring back the package but will you forgive us?" She said as she twinkled her eyes and pursed her lips. "Oh, I guess... We could.... Make an exception.... For you Jessie..." Andrew answered with a slightly lovestruck appearance. Then as Jessie muttered to herself "Thank god" Andrew let them go. As the students left the house they wondered where they would go next. They didn't have another mission and they didn't have a home. There wasn't anywhere for them to go. So they wandered the streets aimlessly until they heard from Andrew.

It wasn't long before Andrew called however. After about an hour of wandering the streets the three students once again returned to Hound Lane. As they entered the towering gates that were guarded by tiny spiders with their webs Andrew came out to meet them. "This man, Michael, just came by and has a job for you." As he glanced behind him towards a tall, stocky man draped in black clothing and followed by shadows. Jessie was the first to step towards him and start speaking. "Ok then Mikey, what can we do for you?" His only response was a glare for the nickname giving Jessie a reason to tread carefully. "You gotta get this man for me." Michael said in a rough, raspy voice and as he went to continue Alex started "You got it" as he grabbed his knife from his pocket before Michael leaned in and exclaimed "Alive. I need him alive" as he handed the profile to Christian he walked past them and out the gate. Leaving Andrew to speak again at last "You've got what you need, so get going" with a hand gesture, shooing them out the gates. 


As the students began to leave through the gates they read the file. "James Bronson. I swear I've heard that name before. What about you two, you recognise it?" Alex asks. The only reply he got was a slight head shake from Christian and a simple "Nope" from Jessie. "Anyways it says we'll find him opposite the open fields down at Wild Place. We could walk that right?" Alex continued, "Yeah, I reckon we could" Jessie answered with a smile.

"Well here's Wild Place, now where is James hiding?" whispered Jessie with a playful tone. But the scene they were approaching was not going to be fun. As they went round the bend they could see what they were up against. A wide house unlike any other stood out like a sore thumb with all the electrical equipment scattered around the roof and the front yard. Christian just walked forward and heaved his shoulder against the gate, taking it clean off it hinges with Alex and Jessie wandering behind him in his wake. As they approached the front porch Jessie spotted a very thin piece of wire running across the steps and pointed towards a window further around the front of the house. Christian swiftly lifted Alex up to the window so he could get a good idea of how they were going to enter, when he came back down he whispered to Jessie and Christian "He's not in that room. I think we should go in here and then search the inside of the house." "Agreed" Jessie whispered as she stepped to the house and started to climb onto the windowsill and opened the window. As she was climbing her leg slipped and she grasped the sill, nearly falling to the ground. As she shook, she quietly but frantically tried to get the boys attention but they were in a bit of a daze. As they snapped back into reality Christian put his hand below her foot and pushed up, raising her up to the windowsill, slowly releasing Jessie from her frantic state. With a slight snarl she reached her hand down and helped Alex up to the sill. With minimum room left Jessie leant hard against the window and forced it open. Falling in with a bit of a stumble Alex caught his breath while Jessie went back for Christian. 15 seconds later they were all through the window ready to move. 

As they creeped through the house, searching every room for any sign of James. Nothing in the kitchen, the bathroom, the lounge room or anywhere up stairs. When they had reached the study they began to silently sift through the drawers and cupboards. And all the sudden there was a sound. "What was that?" Alex asked with nothing but a whisper and a surprised expression. "Let's go find out" Christian replied in an equally quiet voice. But as they crept down the hallway there was another sound. And this time is was clear enough to identify. "Is that a washing machine?" Jessie asked, a little puzzled. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure" answered Alex. As they got closer and closer the noise got louder and louder and as they reached the corner, the machine shut off. Now back to the silence of the quiet house they become more wary of their surroundings. They could see a shoe rack down the end of the hall, creaking ever so slightly and a small cabinet, opposite the laundry. But when Jessie looked up from the cabinet she could see their target, through the glassy reflection of the mirror, staring back at her wearing a nice clean plait shirt and an expression of absolute shock. As Jessie turned to the two boys James let out a shriek as he ran the other direction, further away from the mirror. He shortly realised it was a dead end and proceeded to run back towards the mirror and left, straight into the strong tanned fist of Christian. Managing to remain on his feet James just stumbled back, both hands clutching his nose that was spurting out blood between the gaps in his fingers. And before he could react. He tripped over the shoe rack and hit his head on the bottom of the wall, swiftly forcing the consciousness out of him. Jessie turned to Christian "Well that worked. Go Christian!" Christian ignored her and just looked down at his fist and muttered, "How did that work?" Jessie then turned to Alex again, "Alright then, let's get him back to Hound Lane then" and then Alex and Christian walked over to him, picked him up, opened the now unlocked door and left the house, their mission a success.


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