A/N: So. This one is one I wrote for another site. You were given three pictures to wrote a story about- Scissors, a Key, and a Table. And this is what I came up with.
The girl's eyes were wide as she tiptoed down the hall. The seven year old looked nervous, biting her lip. Where was her sister? Their parents were gone for the evening, and her older sister was supposed to be watching her. Her long, dark red hair was in a braid down her back, pulled away from her pale, freckled face. "Julie?" she called softly, her bare feet silent on the carpeted floor of the hallway. There was a stuffed bear clutched tightly in her hand, and her grip on it tightened when her sister didn't respond. "Juliet!" she called, her tone now panicky. "Juliet!"
There was a noise behind her, and the girl whirled, only to be tackled to the ground by her 17 year old sister. "Run, Tessa!" she yelled, standing and hauling her sister up. Her long red hair flew out behind her as she sprinted down the hall, clutching Tessa's hand tightly. The younger girl was obviously frightened and confused, and suddenly she started straining against Juliet's grip, digging her heels in.
"My bear!" she wailed. "I dropped my bear!" she turned back, and there was indeed her ratty old bear lying on the floor, having fallen from her grasp.
"There's no time!" Juliet said frantically, picking up her sister and taking off again. Then there was a sound behind them. A loud thump. Juliet skidded to a stop, her eyes wide with panic. "He's here! Hide!" she flung open a closet, but it was stuffed. Then she spotted the table. It's long tablecloth nearly touched the floor, and would hide them well. She dove under it, but not before grabbing something out of the closet. The two sisters huddled there as the footsteps grew closer. The footsteps paused and the old floorboards creaked as the one who made the footsteps bent over to pick something up. Then they started up again, getting closer. The sisters' terrified, uneven breathing stopped as both held their breath so he wouldn't hear it. The footsteps stopped right next to the table. And then there was silence. For a long moment, silence. Then suddenly the air was filled with a scream as a hand reached under he table and grabbed for them. Juliet pushed her sister back farther, and as the hand neared Tessa, Juliet thrust her arm forward so it grabbed her instead. The large, calloused hand hauled her out, but Juliet whispered to her sister, "Quiet. Hide." all she had time to say. Tessa huddled under the table, biting her knuckles to stifle her sobs.
Above the table, a terrific struggle was coming to an end. Juliet pulled the scissors she had grabbed out of the sleeve of her sweatshirt and swung them at the giant man. It was nearly impossible to see what he looked like, as your eyes wanted to slide away from his face. He was huge, and only grunted in pain as the scissors stabbed into his arm. He glared at the panicked girl, and she swung the scissors up toward his face. He caught her hand by the wrist and twisted, making her drop the scissors as he tossed her onto the table. "Ah, the little one stings....." he mused, his voice a rough, deep rumble. Juliet stared at him as her last hope was destroyed. He didn't seem too concerned about the gash the scissors had put in his arm, or the blood flowing down from it at first. "I have found it. You tried so hard to keep it from me. But I have it." he held out an old key to show her, and Juliet risked a glance at the old Teddy bear, which was on the ground, but now destroyed as he had cut the key out. "You put up a good fight, Little One With A Sting. But now the game is over." he grabbed the scissors and raised them over her.
Tessa bit her lip as the air was filled with her sister's scream. It seemed to go on, and on, and on. Silent tears ran down Tessa's face at the sound and she plugged her ears as best as she could.
And then silence.
Tessa unplugged her ears and slowly looked up. The footsteps started again, receding, growing fainter until they left earshot. Still, the smart girl didn't move, didn't make a sound. Then she felt something hit her head. A drop. Then another. She slowly looked up, and her face paled. Her jaw dropped open in a silent scream as she saw the slowly expanding dark red stain on the bottom of the table. Her hand slowly went to her head and she touched it in the drops then brought it down to look at it. And then she did scream as she saw the red, and realized the puddle was her sister's blood.
