Demonstration of a flashback

Demonstration of a flashback

 

　

　

Daren opened his bedroom door quietly, he was here he could feel it. He heard a slight movement downstairs, nothing more than the rustle of a cloak, but it was enough.

Daren crept downstairs and peered round the living room door. The crackling fire illuminated the room with a warm orange glow, the light falling upon a dark shadow crouching in one corner. The figure stood, it was tall and clad in a black cloak that rustled when it moved. "You just couldn’t stay away could you" Daren said, stepping into the room and addressing the figure.

The figure turned, its hood covered most of its face, but Daren could still see the glint of white when it smiled. "You know that would be impossible" the figure purred, its voice was elegant, smooth and definitely male. "I told you not to come back here" Daren said, trying to make his voice firm but the slight tremor betrayed his fear. "Oh, " said the man, tauntingly "Is little Daren going to fight me like a big man? Or maybe he will just run again".

Daren tensed, "This time, Morgana it will be you running" Daren said through gritted teeth. Morgana clucked his tongue "I don’t think so, " he said shaking his head. Then he flew at Daren knocking him off his feet and sending him sprawling into the sofa. Morgana crouched on top of him, his bared teeth inches away from Daren’s throat.

Daren gave his body a quick twist, arching his back and sending Morgana flying. Morgana landed on the hearth, and before he could move, Daren was on him, knees pressing into his shoulder blades, hand in his hair pulling his face up. "Who sent you!?" Daren growled, pressing his knees harder in to Morganas back. Morgana said nothing, but growled, deep in his throat, like an animal. "Tell me!" Daren ordered, pushing Morganas face close to the flames of the roaring fire.

Daren felt Morgana stiffen and felt himself melt into a memory.

A young black haired boy sat by a roaring fire, two wooden animals in his hands. A man was shouting in the next room and the fire reflected in the boys round, frightened eyes. A dark haired man came to the door of the room. His eyes came to rest on the boy and in two strides he was beside him. "Where did you get these" The man said, his voice soft, snatching the animals from the boys' hands. "N... Nowhere… I f… found them" The boy stammered his eyes downcast. "Liar!" the man yelled suddenly, flinging the toys across the room, "I will teach you to steal!" Then he reached down and grabbed the boy's arm, thrusting it into the flames. The boy screamed and writhed, but the man didn’t let go into the skin was blistering. When the man released his arm the boy cradled it, crying. "There that should teach you to steal" The man said, his voice soft once again

Author's Note

flashback and led up to a flashback