The Cult

Marcel



October 1,2013



He dragged his body inside his house, he leaned on the door and slid to the floor. He can hear footsteps coming down the stairs "Marcel" the voice cried out. Marcel removed his glasses from his face that was cracked. The voice got louder than there was a big gasp.

"What happen Marcel?” His brother asked bending down to his level. He quickly pushes him away making him fall.

"Nothing," he hissed at his brother.

Harry goes in the kitchen to get a towel. Marcel held his stomach grunting in pain. Harry runs back over to his twin brother side, wiping the blood from his face. Marcel sits there watching his brother take care of him. Harry looks at Marcel.

"Who did this?" Harry asked.

"Some guys." Marcel whisper out.

His voice was dying little by little. His eyes were wondering all over the place. After minutes of responding to Harry, Marcel passes out. Harry watch as his brother passed out. He carefully drags his 5'8 150 Lb Marcel to his room and gently lays him on his bed.



The next morning



I was awoken by the piercing sound of Harry's radio. My head was throbbing and I wonder why. Then it all hit me. I slowly lift my shirt up, touching my side. I ran my ringer across the the swollen red mark; I jerk away from the pain. I slowly got up from my bed. The room was spinning; I limp over to my mirror lifting my shirt up again looking at my side I gave a huge grin. My first human branding. I examine the mark tracing the triangle then the circle that was within the triangle. I had no clue what the hell it meant, but I knew the others boys have it to.



"Marcel!" Harry said as he burst through the door without knocking. I jump out staring at my brother with a vicious look.



"What." I snapped quickly, pulling my shirt down.

Harry gave me a bizarre look. Before leaving the room, I limp over to my door watching Harry go to mum's room; he spots me at the door staring at him.



"What do you want Harry?" I croaked out.

"Nothing," He guff out.


That's when my phone rang. I turned around looking at the caller ID it was Louis calling; I limp to desk answering his call.



"Hello sir," I Answers with Fear.



"Hello Marcel. How are you doing after your Initiation?"



I pause for a moment, I knew I was in so much freaking pain, but I had to suck it up and take it like a man.

"Great," I lied.


"Good. Hope you didn't tell anybody Marcel?" His voice got deep and dark. It's gave me chills down my spine. I knew Harry was going to tell mom soon, but I'll just lie.



"If course not." I answered back.



Louis wasn't the one you wanted to mess with. He was always known to get what he wanted and always had new merchandise, and he's respected by everyone. He comes off strong, giving people a bitter vibe. It took me off guard when he wanted me to be in his "pack." It was Friday the 13th, I was walking home when three huge guys walked up to me, mugging the mess out of me almost beating me to death. That's when Louis shows up scaring away the boys. I don't know how he did it since he was smaller than them. He turns to me that day asking me a shitload of question, like I wasn't bleeding to death. The last thing he asks me was 'If I wanted power, repect, wealth and self dignity.' I nodded my head yes, I was tired of getting beaten up to the point I had to be hospitalized for weeks. I was just socially awkward an outcast. There wasn't once I ever fit in anywhere, but ever since I joined Louis's 'pack' no one and I mean no one messes with me, and I freaking love it.



"MARCEL!" Louis yelled from the phone. I jump up from Louis voice.



"Yes" I answered with a shaky voice.



"Tonight we will have a gathering. 11:00 pm. You better Be there Marcel." He says in a sharp voice.



"I won't miss it." With that he hung up the phone.



I threw the phone on the bed, and turn around to my mother standing there with a shocked look.



"OH my poor baby." She said roughly grabbing my body and examining my cuts and puncture wounds. I didn't blame her I looked terrible, and if it wasn't bad enough I was way too skinny for my age. She always worrying about me. Forcing me to eat 6-8 times a day, but all this stress was on me making me lose all this weight.



"Marcel... who did this," she asked seriousness plastered all over her face and voice



"I didn't see who it was, mum," I lied again. She sighs hugging me tight; I felt all the pain even more I hugged her back.



"Mum you’re hurting me," I say with a breathy voice. She lets me go, and places me on the bed.



"Harry, honey get the first aid kit." Harry nods his head heading to the bathroom.



"Mum I'm fine... really..." I stood up trying not to show my pain. "I'll be fine. I just need a little rest." She looks at me knowing that I was lying, but I seriously wanted her to go.



"NO MACREL!" She yelled out. Harry ran back in the room, my eyes widen at the sight on my mother yelling. "I almost lost you twice, and it's not happening again." she cried out. The tears run down her face. I felt bad for putting my mother through so much. My attempted suicides, I go over hugging her.



"Nothing going to happen mum, ok." I whisper to her.



"Come on mum," Harry says holding out his hand. "I'll clean up Marcel and let him rest." She grabs Harry leaving my room.



Thank God



Harry walked back in and roughly pushes me on the bed, he points his finger in my face, "you better not try to hurt yourself again, can't see your hurting our mother you fool... She has done every freaking thing for you and you keep trying to end your life, how do you think mom would feel if she loses you. You almost didn't make it through birth; it's a miracle your alive now. Wake up and smell the coffee Marcel."

Then he slapped in my shoulder aggressively and I winced in pain.


After Harry was done cleaning off my wounds, he put me back to bed, and within minutes I was knock out.



11:00pm



I stood in front of Louis front door ringing the bell once. Zayn opens the door he had a big smile his face. I limped in, as Zayn punches my left arm telling me to stop limping before Louis saw me like that. I couldn't help it my knee was killing me. I look at zayn as I obey what he said. I stood there waiting for Louis to come out. When he did he was wearing an black robe. Liam was right beside him holding three other black robe. Liam hands me and Zayn the robe.

Zayn and Liam quickly put on theirs; I stared at all of them. "Put it on Marcel!" Louis order.

I quickly to put on the robe.



"Ready boys?" Louis says with a evil grin.



We all walks downstairs into Louis basement. I felt creep out. I never did anything like this. In the back of my mind I was scared, I didn't know what was going to happen at these gatherings. When we reach inside the basement I look around and was surprise in what I was seeing. There was bones hanging everywhere blood stains on the floor, I also look closely and saw the same symbol drawn on the floor and walls was the same symbol that mark on me. I squinch face in confused.



"Do you trust me?" Louis cried out looking at me.

I stared at him and nod. "Yes of course."


Liam grabs my arm dragging me in the circle. Zayn comes out with a golden drinking cup, it has alchemical symbols on it. Zayn place the cup in the middle I look over to see a cup of blood. I held my hand over my mouth trying not to gag.



"Ready," Louis ask.

We all nod but I look at Louis.



"What are we doing?" I question.



"Marcel please don't question Louis, he knows what he's doing. Were going to use a little black magic, to get what we want."



My face expression changed completely. I couldn't believe what the hell I was hearing.



"Just close your eyes Marcel." Zayn begged. I look over at Louis than Liam and shut my eyes wishing this was all over.



After 10 minutes of Louis, Zayn, and Liam blabbering on some unknown language. I felt a cold sensation rubbing against my skin I jump in surprise my eyes were still close, but what really scared me is when a screech hit my ears. We quickly open our eyes to a horrifying scene. I slowly backed away shocked. Louis body was twisted the other way, my head started spin, Liam and Zayn back away

"What the hell is that?" Liam cried out.



That's when Louis twisted right back into place and drop to the floor. A loud high pitch ring filled our ear making us cover them the best we can, but it seemed it was getting louder and louder. I held my ear tightly while falling to the floor in pain, all of a sudden a bright white light fills the basement blinding as all. I shut my eyes trying not to look. Than I felt a hand grabbing my hair and pulling me up. I try not to open my eyes.



"Marcel." The voice whispered in my ear. I then realize I wasn't hearing the loud ring. I open my eyes to see Louis in front of me. He eyes were pure black. I try to back away from him, but he had a tight grip on my hair.



"Let me go!" I yelled out, wishing that Zayn and Liam would help but there were still on the floor.



"Your next bud." Louis said with a sinister smiled.



I felt a big hard hit to my head and I was out cold.

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