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Minnie watched her little brothers play as she brushed her hair. They made her laugh.
Timmy was the youngest and he looked just he looked just like her, but he had red eyes just like, like. The man. The man of the night. The man who lurks in the corner. The man who follows the fog.
Then the twenty to eleven buses went past the little house, everything shook and it woke her from her thoughts. The little houses on the outskirts of Manchester weren’t the most stable of buildings. ‘Mines pass me some paper; I need to draw Tommy and Tammy for a school project. Timmy asked her big sister. She turned her petite little body and passed her balloon blue brother a scrap of paper.
‘All I got sorry’ Minnie replied, her bubbly little grin turned to a smile that could reach the stars. She saw Liam Michaels, his tall body was nearly as big as the empire state building, his eyes that were deeper them the ocean and darker than night. His fashion sense was impeccable; he wore all the latest fashions. He was everything you could ever want. It was a shame that he had come to Minnie’s house to break up with her.
‘Minnie we need to talk’ were the words that nearly broke Minnie’s’ big heart.
Liam led Minnie onto the empty street. The little street was full of abandoned office building. Her little red house was the only used building for miles. It was bright red, with sunshine yellow paint peeling off the window frames and blue vines were crawling their way up.
The cold air made Minnie’s button nose turn red, her pink and orange hair had icicles hanging from it and her feet were like ice in her sexy black boots. She looked a picture in the middle of December.
Liam stroked her rosy lips. ‘Minnie we can’t go out anymore’ he mumbled, he didn’t want to be responsible if something happened to her, he’d never forgive himself.
A hot tear sneaked its way down her perky little cheeks.
‘Don’t cry’ he didn’t want to hurt her, she was his world, his sky and his sunshine.
Minnie then ran into her little red house. With its green roof it looked like something from a fairytale.
Inside the little house the little boys were getting ready for bed, they were all dressed in identical green pyjamas; their little blue faces were greying with tiredness.
As the golden sun rose over the concrete forest, light caught a creeping figure in the dark shadows of the deep hole of gloom. Suddenly the crooked light flickered on without any warning. And Minnie stared into her brother’s eyes.
‘I need to tell you something,’’ he winced in pure red fear.
Minnie perched on to the miniature bed, and stared into his dark, gloomy eyes.
I saw something, in my sleep Minnie, Minnie it’s dark and horrid. In the church. In the cellars. Blood. Boiling blood.’
Minnie’s eyes widened with horror.
‘Come on Timmy, I think you need a drink and some fresh air’
It was Monday morning and nearly time for school, Minnie was rushing round getting her brothers I their uniforms when the post arrived. She arrived to the door expecting loads more bills. Instead it was a single letter. It had spidery, creeping, curly writing on the envelope. She opened it in curiosity; her nails slit the crumpled envelope and read it
Water that runs freely is caught.
Water that flows, is frozen
FLASH, Bang, Die
Minnie scrunched her soft, snowy white forehead. Confusion. Confusion flowed over her tiny fearful face. Who could have sent this? HIM.
‘Minnie wakes up, please. Come on’ Timmy kept patting water onto her face. The greying gloom surrounded the little face. Timmy’s’ baby blue bouncy face was so familiar in the furious surroundings. The cold, creeping cold wind shivered down her spine. Screeching, screaming sound of chimes cut through her brain like a knife.
‘We need to run, run away from the smothering sound of slivering. It will kill me; kill you and anyone we care about. It already killed Liam.’
The last bit hit Minnie like a punch in the gut. He couldn’t, she loved him. He couldn’t be gone. Gone forever? It couldn’t be true. She couldn’t take it all in. He hadn’t broken up with her because he didn’t love her. He’d wanted to protect her. But why was he dead?
Filled the air and Timmy’s face darkened with fear. Minnie looked into his eyes, the eyes he had weren’t the normal friendly eyes they were fiery red, burning to a crisp and fuelled by hurt, secrets, jealousy, sin, anger and murder.
Instinctively she grabbed his skinny little arm’ you better tell me what’s going what’s going on!’’ the fear in her voice was evident.
‘You’re going to do what I say!’’ The red eyes of fire stabbed into her peachy little face like needles all over.
Minnie nodded in agreement, even though she was screaming inside to say, ‘’no, no way, over her dead body’’
But she didn’t know it would be over somebody else’s. Literally.
‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it Min. I’m just scared, you know.’
She didn’t understand how could he change in such a short space of time? The flaming anger she saw in him, was she just imagining that?
Her legs felt like lead weights under he as she tried to stand up. He grabbed her shoulders with so much force I lifted her off the floor in a second and made her scream in shock.
He led her into a dark, mysterious, creepy place. A tall towering twisting tower cowered over them. Thunder banged in the distance and Minnie felt like waking up from horrible nightmare.
Timmy pushed Minnie into the tower of darkness and raw blood.
Her blood then ran cold through her pale bony body. As a figure lay on the bare stone floor that was at such an angle you could see that it was a prey of the night. Then she screeched. Screeched in horror. Fear. Amazement of such a cruel fate. She turned away from the pool of spilt blood, and threw up all over Timmy. It was then she saw the illustration that he had drawn of Tammy, Tommy and Minnie. She was in the middle with a black cross scribbled over her head. She feared for her life then. Pure dry fear.
It was louder this time. It was nearer. Closer.
Suddenly the massive wooden doors flew open in a gush of wind and a tall mysteriously dark figure rose in the door way. A rush of security rushed over Minnie as she stared in disbelief at love. A love, warmer than the sun and stronger than an iron bridge. His loud voice boomed through the damp, empty, cold, stony building and the smell of pain winced over Minnie’s nose and she again felt like she was going to throw up. Then she saw his deep eyes and the felling of heart throbbing in her chest was back and she felt stronger with him and this feeling.
She then heard the sound of pattering feet and she knew why Tommy was so afraid. Liam was stronger and way smarter than him. He could hurt him seriously hurt him and have the brains to hide so no one would find put. But she had to wonder what was with the ssssssssssss? She couldn’t figure it out.
‘Minnie, I got here just in time. Did it hurt you?’
She shook her head; she didn’t know that Timmy would hurt her.
Liam marched to her, and lifted her like a feather. Then they walked in union together to the back room and Liam kicked the door off the hinges, and jumped down the stone stairs. Minnie followed with all the confidence she could muster.
‘Water that runs freely is caught. Remember that line Timmy? You sent me a letter with letter with that line in, and a note saying to kill Minnie or you’d kill me. You see I couldn’t do it, you see I love her and you couldn’t handle it. You were afraid she’d leave you with your treacherous brothers.’
Liam’s body was towering over Timmy’s fat little frame. He could squash him if he wanted. As Minnie watched the horrific scene unfold before her, she doubted Timmy would survive to see his brothers again.
‘Please, it wasn’t me. Please, I couldn’t, please, it was him, please,’’ he was stammering and pleading for his life when a thick black fog floated through the brittle windows. The sheer darkness and overpowering damp smell made Timmy cough and Minnie was suddenly very awake and aware of the fog. It seemed familiar in a way, like she had seen it before, the smell brought back so many feared memories.
There was suddenly a flash. A bang. Death.
Rain covered them all in blood.
10 years later…….
‘Water that runs is caught. Water that flows is frozen. Minnie watched her children in admiration as she finished telling him a story of ‘a waters brush’
‘What happened to them, mummy?’
‘Look around you Timmy jnr.’
Her shrugged his little blue shoulders and plodded into the front room to his daddy.
Minnie looked into the mirror. She could still smell the damp fog around her. It had scarred her skin. The day she could tell her son what really happened to hem, was the day death knocked at her door.
Flash, bang, die.
