Taste The Flesh

The halls of the Grand House whispered. Fear, desire, distress,  dreadful spirits seem haunt this very place. The victims? There were none. There is not one soul that creates the very thing man fears most, madness.
Chapter One: The Past Affects The Present
His eyes lifeless as he starred down at his hand, the smell revolting. His body shook as he forced himself not to cry. The night before Max, had made a great false move.

His stomach was burning, it felt as if non-endless flames of rage had been planted inside of him. Making sure no one was around, fearful but brave. He walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing two slices of bread. As he turned his heart dropped. His father stood in front of him, his face hateful. Horror struck him, frozen for a moment. His body began to shake, as tears began to roll down his pale face.
That night, Max was forced to rest his hand he had held the bread with on the table, as it was brutally hammered.
"Max..?" she walked in. Her eyes dull shade of blue, but it seemed when her eyes set on him, it had a small fragile shine.
"I'm fine, don't worry" His voice was cold, firm. He quickly forced pressure upon his hand to clench as he hid it. The pain, intolerable.
"Let me see" she looked away, ashamed.
"I have to get to work, so do you. Come on, you don't want to be late." He then walked over to his desk and wrapped his swollen hand, and pulled on his jacket with his golfing hat.
"If would have been there.." her voice trailed off, her eyes now teary.
"Hey, come on. I know you would have, it wasn't your fault" his voice was now soft and gentile. He gave her a small peck on the cheek and then walked off. Inside him he new he was anger at her, but it didn't matter. At least not anymore.

 Chapter 1: The Daily News...
  
 "...It seems, the government is now taking even more drastic measures. Just yesterday two young boys that escaped, were witnesses of a terrifying incident." The reporter woman, stood strenuously as the camera suddenly faded in to the distants, to a park,  now under investigation. Max made a small gulp. That very same park he had spent most of his childhood was now on the news supposed to be a crime scene.
  "Last night, five high school boys, played in this very park. Everything seem to be young and innocent. That peace was quickly interrupted. 10:42 p.m a large truck didn't only pass by oddly but took the risk in taking three boys with it. Beaten and dragged away, two of the boys in the group barley managed to escape.
 They describe the truck as a large war vehicle, used for transporting soldiers. We then asked, 'Who were these reckless people?' The two boys describe the man as someone from the force, yes an army. Many questions were asked, but no answers. Will this continue? Is it only the beginning? Only time will tell." 
"That's bull shit, Eh?" His father's face scrunched up with he smirk, as he waited for Max to reply ,sitting next to him on the living room couch. 
"Yea" he said, his voice steady but he knew he was afraid and he hated it. "Demons have so much more power, so why are you  afraid?" The whispers lingered in his head.
"You don't agree, I know you don't agree. So why don't you tell me that ay? They were face to face now. "Come on tuff guy, afraid of your old man?"
Demons are so much stronger
"Quiet as a  mouse now? What are you some kind of coward?  Come on sissy"
Demons have so much more power
"Do something bitch, I dare you"
So why are you afraid?
 "Alright!" Max's eyes flickered  with pure rage. "Yes, I'm afraid" 
"Get out if my sight, your pathetic" His father growled . Max did as he was told, but something inside him seem unsettled. He lied. He was not afraid. or what he?