[i]“Come on Rexton, it’s just a room.” The voice didn’t have a face, it was simply there. Though, his dreaming mind didn’t really care about the person talking to him. He was more focused on the room. It looked like one of the classrooms in the boy’s boarding school he was living, but there didn’t look like there were any desks inside. Though the room was so dark, there might have been. “What? Are you scared of the dark?”

[color=8dc73f]“No, I’m not….”[/color]

“Rexton’s scared of the dark. Rexton’s scared of the dark.” There were more voices now, they were all chatting the words over again, making fun of him, getting louder and louder.

[color=8dc73f]“Shut up! I’m not scared!”[/color] He yelled angrily his voice sounding like he was wanting to cry, making the voices stop for a moment, and he was alone standing staring into the room. Then there was movement inside of the room. He barely caught it, but somehow he knew it was coming at him. Blood red eyes, peeking out of the darkness at him.

“Then come, play inside.” The voice was the same that had been talking to him, teasing him. A wide smile showing under the eyes, the teeth sharp and a nasty yellow color.  A black hand made from darkness reached out, fingers stretching out to a long razor sharp tip. Only for Rexton to back away, and as the hand hit the darkness smoke rose from it and it pulled back a sound between a scream and dog whimper filling the room. Before the smile came back and disappeared.

The sound of screaming woke him, and Rexton watched in honor from his top bunk as his classmate was pulled off of the bed by the monster with red eyes and yellow teeth, it’s mouth opening wide and swallowing the boy whole before one of the teachers opened the door, light shining in and destroying the monster.[/i]

The screaming whimpering sound of the monster was what woke him, the noise still ringing in his ears as he lay in his bed staring at the ceiling, the lamp at the edge by the door keeping the room dimly lit. He hated to that about that night, the night his life was ruined. Sure, maybe to other people it might not have seemed like it, living in this nice house, in a nice neighborhood, but they didn’t know.

He was the first in his family, the Smithson family was not only a rich family, but they were known for being blanks. Rexton had been the first of his family to be born with the gene, and his family looked at him little he was an disgust to the family, as if him having the gene would make it spread to them. After the accident he was moved to the farthest put of the family estate, cut out of the will, and homeschooled by tutors. Once he was old enough to leave he was given the deed to a house his uncle owned not far from the forsaken area to get him out. He even was forced to change his name to Bail, his mother’s maiden name, so he didn’t shame his family.

With a sigh he looked at the alarm clock beside his bed before sitting up, it was still early but there was no way he was going to be able to get back to sleep. Instead his pulled on just a pair of sweats and left the safety of his room, turning the light out as he left. Going into the kitchen he started up a pot of coffee as he started around his house, pulling the curtains open to let in as much daylight as possible.