Falling into shadow

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OOC: More of a historical thread, if anyone wants to take part I guess I could work something out for you so PM me if so.

Sairento, Izu Province, North Terasu. 4th June 1966.

“Go home!” The drunkard staggered forward a few steps while waving a bottle in the air from across the road. “Stupid, polluting our town!”

“Ignore him, Sharon.” muttered Sosuke while pulling her away from the side of the road by straps on her bag and picking up their pace. “Just some racist pig.”

“I know.” She whispered in reply. “But hey,” she laughed “I’m used to it now! I’ve lived here longer than you!”

Sosuke couldn’t help feel protective over Sharon. They’d known each other since childhood, they even planned to attend the same university. Well they would have, Sharon knew she wouldn’t be accepted into any because she was caucasian but she still didn’t see any harm in pretending.

Sairento was a complete oddity in Terasu, it was the only place in the entire country to have an established group of “foreigners”. One day about a hundred years ago they just turned up. They acted differently, followed a different religion, spoke different, but they were accepted. Sosuke’s great, great grandfather, a former Daimyo of Izu, decided it would be easier to just live together than go to war in a vast mountain range where it wasn’t uncommon for daytime temperatures to hit freezing point.

Sairento was the largest concentration of people, and the capital of, the province of Izu hitting a total of around twenty five thousand. Infact, it probably only existed this long because it was the traditional seat of the daimyo - a religious site and due to the huge deposits of coal hidden around and underneath it.

“So, doing anything fun tonight?” Sosuke asked while brushing snow off his coat.

“I think Mom is hosting another weird worship group thing. So I’ll probably spend all night walking the dogs again.” She laughed. “You? Hiding in your castle?”

Sosuke grumbled and prodded her. “Hiding in my castle, with heating, and icecream and television. You’re welcome to share it.” His voice trailed off as he blushed.

“I’ll think about it.” She said back while blushing equally as much. “This is my stop.” She said while pointing to a large, gothic looking house barely visible for the snow.

“Mine too.” He chuckled while pointing at the large stone castle which sat looking menacing about a kilometre behind of Sharons.

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05:11PM.
“She said she’d come see me…” Sosuke muttered while gazing out of his window. Even if she was out there, he wouldn’t have been able to see her for the snow.

“Her Mother and Father are hosting ritual, prayer, religous ceremony… A party. Don’t worry, she’s not forgotten you, her one and only love.” There was painfully sarcastic tone her voice.

“Wha?! What are you on about?” Sosuke spun round to face his Mother, “I don’t love her! You’re just imagining things.” He pouted and folded his arms, trying to look as threatening as he could.

“Aww, my dearest boy is in love?” His Mother stepped gracefully across the room, giggling to herself as she did and peered out of the same window he had been. “She has brains, she wouldn’t leave the house in this weather.”

“Do you want anything else?”

“No, I was just tired of passing your open door and seeing you waiting for your beloved so I thought I’d distract you.”

“Okay, I’m distracted. Now go away.” The young noble waved an arm and pointed towards his bedroom door.

“Don’t order me around, you’re not Daimyo quite yet, Sosuke Kishida!” She yelled back at him down the hallway as he slammed his door on her.

He sighed before resuming his post at the window. It was literally just a mass of white outside his window, but then there was a flicker. “Huh.” he squashed his face up against the ice cold window pane. Then it was there again. Then another light, this time blue, and flashing. “Mom,” he swivelled his body towards the door but couldn’t look away from the window. “MOTHER!” A feeling of sheer terror slowly descended, “There’s a fire! At, it’s at Sharon’s house I think!”

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04:11
Sharon peeked through the gap in the curtains. “Eh, it’s snowing really heavily.”

“Shh.” Her Mother sat at the dining table with two more women turning the pages of some ancient book. “Don’t disturb us, we’re preparing, go bother your friends.”

Sharon, fighting the urge to ask what they were preparing, looked down at her feet for a moment before quietly leaving the room.

“Has she gone?” One of the women lifted her head up and peered towards the doorway.

“Yes. yes she has.” Replied Sharon’s Mother Dahlia.

“Does she know?” Asked the second woman in a hushed voice.

“Do not ask such stupid questions. But the Demon might.” Dahlia hissed as if the word had hurt her just by saying it.

The two women froze, it almost seemed like they’d stopped breathing. The first slowly pointed towards a line in the book spread before them. “We should do it before It manifests…”

Dahlia let out a small, anguished laugh. “I know. It will be a shame to lose a daughter but Our God demands it. He is Law.”

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Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I’m Rod Serling. Tonight we visit faraway Terasu, a land very unlike that which most of you have come to expect…a land of ice and snow, where honor and loyalty and ancient customs still hold sway. A land of peasants, emperors and samurai. In short, a land very distant from your comfortable living rooms, dear viewers.

Distance notwithstanding, many of you might well know Sosuke Kishida: A young, smart, perhaps even idealistic high-school student, planning to depart for university come autumn. He is understandably distraught, for he will do so without his dearest friend, Sharon. Sharon and Sosuke, you see, are inseparable. They have never been apart since they were very young. They share bonds of similarity, of friendship, perhaps even love…but tonight Sosuke will find that those bonds will take him into the darkest depths of the Twilight Zone.

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Sosuke dropped to his knees. His legs were numb and his throat and chest stung as he struggled for breath. Having sprinted the mile or so between his and Sharon’s house, he resumed his journey on hands and knees, crawling forward.

The heat was unbearable. The young noble raised his head to look for a way into the walled off garden but a mixture of snow, heat, ash and tears blinded him. After what seemed an eternity of scrabbling at stone he found some form of railing, a gate which he quickly held tight onto. Still blind, he heaved himself out of the rapidly melting snow and onto his feet but as he did so the gate swung open and he lost footing, landing hard on the stone pathway up towards the house.

Now blinded and winded he slowly rolled onto his back, “What can I do?” the words were choked and he used his feet to push himself slowly closer towards the house before something stopped him. He felt himself lifted up.