Time Twisting

Chapter 1: Where it all began.

Hora gave her mother a small wave that was greeted by a smile. Jacob (her caring father) gave her arm a small tug reminding her that they needed to get a move on. The morning air was slightly chilly but still bareable, besides Liverpools weather could be so much worse she knew from experience.

They had only just got to the end of the street before Hora's mom called out to them, "don't forget to go to the bank honey!"

"I know Sarah no need to remind me." Jacob called back before shouting, "Love ya!"

"Love you to!"

The duo continued towards the bank, which was only a couple of minutes away from their current home in silence. Hora hated silence it almost always spells disaster, for her anyway. The streets were erily silent aswell, the silence only being broken by the sound of her farthers footsteps. Hora's feet made no sound not even a gentle thumb or woosh. She as a whole made no sound either which was quite strange since she hated it so much.

Gentle pilows of wind smoothed her untaimable hair, the cold chill disapearing into a warm breeze. The snow white clouds that once covered the sky moved to allow the heavenly sun access to its earth. The streets lit up like a bonfire, shadows retreated to the sewer's.

Finally the bank came into view, Hora let out a sigh of disappointment she never liked the inside, always feeling more at home in nature. A huge sign was plasted on the front of the bank that read 'The Bank of England' in large bold letters.

"Hora where here, so can you go and sit in the lobby please" Her father ordered although it sounded like a question.

"But Dad-" She started but was cut off by her father.

"No but's,Hora go sit in the lobby, I need to make sure I can see you at all time, oh and I don't think that old clergy likes children."

"Uh fine, i'll sit in the stupid lobby." Hora reluctantly followed he father's whishes.

Hora waited for what seemed like hours for her father, when suddenly aloud thunderous bang shook the building. She immediately jumped out of her seat to investigate the source of the disturbance. A scream cut through the building being silenced by the unmistakeable sound of a gun shot.

Hora frose a cold chill running through her body, a statue of a man rounded the corner. She tried to run to escape but his hands were upon her in seconds grabing her wrist and snapping them into place with a harsh snap.

Pure anger flooded her and she lashed out her strong legs smashing into the attackers kneecaps, its grip on her wrist loosened allowing her to break free of its hold. The man pulled something from his pocket, aimed it at her and fired.

BANG!

Cold.

Endless cold rapped itself around her draining whatever life she had left.

It all happened to fast,one minute she was waiting for her father and the next dead, she just hoped her Dad was okay.

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