Name: The Other Boy

Author: rheerheex

Pairing: Henwook, to be revealed

Length: Prologue

Genre: Horror, au! Supernatural, Romance

Rating: R

Warning: Character Death, Violence EDIT: (very little), Torture

Summary: Henry Lau is only 7 years old when he moves into a small town in Korea. He is bullied, his grandparents unexpectedly gave him off to his crazy bus driver, and he thinks he is in love with a boy who lives in a supposedly “abandoned house”. In his search for the boy, his grandparents are brutally murdered and now he is the next target.

            He looked around, not knowing what exactly what had happened. All he knew is that he had not seen his parents since last week, and his grandparents had taken all his stuff. He stood in the middle of the graveyard, wind blowing the back of his tux out. His eyes wandered until they met the two tombstones, the most special ones he had ever met. Of course, he would not understand. He was only seven for heaven's sake!

            He looked up when a hand crept into his and found his grandfather smiling sadly with some of his teeth missing. Henry smiled back and walked with them to the old rented Volvo, crawling into the back seat and letting his grandfather buckle him up. The whole ride, Henry ignored how his grandmother complained about being too old to take care of a seven-year-old. He did not miss his grandmother.

            "Can you even speak Korean?" his grandmother asked him in a calm manner, using hand signals to help. Henry stared before opening his mouth. "Grandmother, I speak English, Chinese, Taiwanese, and Korean perfectly. I will try not to be a burden to you and stay out the way most of the time," Henry smiled weakly in perfect Korean before looking back out the window. His grandmother gaped at him as his grandfather laughed, flashing an opened mouth smile to him through the rearview mirror.

            His grandmother turned back in her seat, grumbling to herself. The next day, Henry had said goodbye to his friends, and they spilt ways to Korea. He did not know what was going through his head as he looked up at the small house. Is this feeling thankfulness? Could it have been sadness? Anger? It defiantly was not feeling like home. Henry looked over to the right and gasped. Never in this little town did he imagine a mansion. A Gothic styled mansion at that too. It was huge, and with the wind blowing the leaves, it looked like a horror movie waiting to be filmed.

            Henry waited for a director to yell out 'cut' as he had seen on TV. Everywhere he looked; there was an overwhelming feeling that submerged him. Finally, he looked the window, but his eyes only caught the curtains moving. The boy shivered at the idea of someone watching him. He jumped as a bony hand is put on his shoulder.

Henry looked up to see his grandmother staring at the house with a glare, fierce in her eyes. "You're not to go near that house, understood?" his grandmother hissed, finally looking down with a softened look. Henry quickly nodded and rushed inside the house. At times, rules are made for people's safety, but for their safety, rules were meant to be broken.