Chapter 2

(TW: Death, gore, swearing and blood will be featured this story, if you are not comfortable with this then please click off to avoid distressing yourself!)

Henry let out the gag he had been holding back, the cloaked figure yanked his head up from the slab where Brady's body lay motionless, bleeding out onto the grass. 

"Bretheren, do you hear that? It sounds like an intruder in our midst, find them and bring them to me, they shall join us, unless they are an adult, then they shall be given to our lord! If it is a child like us, we shall try to convince them to join and take the ichor! We need new recruits, Azareth cannot last without us, he needs our help, the intruder needs to know there is nothing to fear," 

The cloaked figure searched around for him and looked everywhere, "Please come out, there's no reason to be afraid, the brothership welcomes you with open arms! Azareth will accept you, just come out, don't cry," 

Henry tried hard not to scream, backing away, but accidentally giving away his position when he broke a twig. "Aha! Now, come out, and join us- Wait, I recognize you, please come with us now..." the cloaked figure pulled out a rag with chloroform soaked into it and pressed it over Henry's face.

Henry kicked, fought and made muffled screams as the figure pressed the rag down, "Shhh, shhh, just rest your head now, and when you wake up...All will be revealed...just inhale the chloroform, and fall asleep," 

Henry began to black out and fall asleep, he toppled over into the figure's arms, body going limp as he drifted off.

"It's okay, Henry, we've been waiting for you, I'VE been waiting for you," 

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Henry awoke somewhere deep in the woods, the cloaked figure stood over him, and he was surrounded by the children, he felt cold metal beneath him 

"You're awake, we've been expecting you, Henry," the cloaked figure said softly, "Do I know you? Please let me go, please!" Henry begged, straining at whatever was holding him down. 

"You could say that, you could say that you know me well," the figure pulled down their hood, revealing a familiar person, even though Henry couldn't see his face since it was hidden by a mask, he knew it was Mason. 

"Mason? Mason, why would you do this?!" Henry screamed, struggling against the cuffs holding him still.

"Please don't fight it, Henry, the brothership wants you here, the children accept you and welcome you, and we know Azareth will too! Join us Henry, and we can be friends again, nothing to come between us," Mason begged his frightened friend.

"No, no, I won't! You can't make me! I'll never join you, I saw you kill Brady and drink his blood from that bowl, you're crazy, this is disgusting, depraved! Mason, you can't do this!" Henry fought, snapping his teeth like a caged animal.

"Oh, Henry, it's alright, I can tell that you're just a bit confused, but it's okay, once the ichor is in your body, you'll never want to leave us..." Mason wrapped his arms around his friends' head gently, petting his pale blond hair.

"Friends forever, Henry...Brothers and sisters, bring the ichor, he's going to need a high dosage since he's fighting us so much on this," Mason told the children, who obediently fetched the ichor for their "leader" 

He took a syringe and filled it all the way as opposed to half like before, "Now, Henry, I need you to stay calm and relax your body for me...You're not going to like this, that much is true, the ichor is going to sting once it's in...But for now, the only pain you'll have to worry about is the needle going in...Hold still, and whatever you do...Please don't whimper," 

Henry began to cry, and Mason shushed him, trying to quell his fear, "Shhh, it's okay, I know you're scared, but you don't have to be, you'll be fine," As Mason was about to inject the ichor into Henry's stomach through a, likely painful, syringe...Someone tackled him to the ground.

"YOU!" Mason cried, the other kid, an older teenager, got up from the ground, unstrapping Henry from the rusted metal slab. 

"Who are you?" Henry whimpered, sticking close to the new boy. "I'm Rocky, Rocky Wynters, I was affected by these people, I need you to come with me if you want to escape them,"

Henry decided to trust him, and went with Rocky, "HENRY! Please come back! The brothership needs you! Azareth won't stop watching until he has you, so just make it easier on yourself and come back," Mason pleaded with his friend to return.

Chapter 3 (Part One) 

"So, how are you related to...Whatever that cult was?" Henry asked Rocky as he was being led out of the cult's hideaway.

"It's a complicated story Henry, I wouldn't join them, I refused, but they had another plan for me, they branded my body with their symbol," Rocky yanked his shirt up, finding a symbol of an eclipse burnt into his skin, it had scarred over unevenly, it looked painful.

"Why did they do that?" Henry whined in fear.

"It was to signify that I was theirs, I belonged to them, they OWNED me...and then, Mason put his hand on my head and said some kind of chant, and I was possessed by the souls of all the teenage brothers they had killed, they contained all the souls away in my body, they're angry Henry..." Rocky was shaking now, body raught with fear.

"Why are you on the run from them?" Henry asked Rocky curiously, "Mason keeps stalking me, begging me to 'come home' and to 'return to my true family,' they own me Henry, I'm theirs...But I can't go back to them, they did this to me...Made me into a conduit for these angry souls! I can't go back, I can't go back, I can't, I can't, I can't! I refuse to go back to them!"

Rocky began to sob desparately, not wanting to return to the cult that had stolen his ability to roam free from him, had stolen his freedom to be his own individual.

Henry came forward and hugged him around the waist, "I'll be your family, my parents are out of town on a business trip, you can stay with me,"

"T-Thank you, Henry," Rocky sniffled, wiping his eyes with his jacket sleeve. 

When they got back to Henry's his landline phone was ringing like crazy, picking it up, there appeared to be a voice message, playing it back, they both heard the words Rocky hated most.

A deep voice growled "It's time to come home Rocky, return to your legacy," 

To Be Continued...