Talentueux

Chpt.1: Harsh Day

I woke up with a thud down stairs.

 I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling, I got up slowly and looked at my watch, 6am. 'Who the hell knocks on the door at 6am?!' I thought.

 I went out of my room and tiptoed towards the stairs, where I stopped, astonished, watching my parents being shot.

 A bald wide man, wearing a black overcoat and army boots, walked in, followed by a ginger haired guy with the same clothes. They walked towards the stairs. I was speechless, I didn't know what to do. I got back, leaning on the wall behind me. My breathing was shallow and uneven, and I realized there were tears flowing down my cheeks.

I had just witnessed my parents being killed.

I stumbled my way to John's room, making as little noise as possible and failing as my vision swirled in front of me and I felt as though I would faint.

 I ran through the corridor and leaned on my little brother's bedroom door, fighting to see through the sea of tears. As I opened the door a new scene unfolded in front of me. 

Another man with broad shoulders and black hair, was hovering over John's bed. The window was opened, as usual.

- Hey! - the man shouted and ran towards my direction.

But I was faster, I jumped on him and punched him on the face, the man stumbled and I hit him again, harder. I had no idea where did all that strength came from, but I blamed the adrenaline and fright. The man blacked out after the third punch, so I turned my attention back to my brother shaking him, trying to wake him up. There was no sign of gunshot or injuries, but he still didn't wake up, I started getting desperate, shaking him wildly as more tears fell down my cheeks.

I felt a lump in my throat and fought down a sob as I heard steps coming upstairs. I turned my head towards the door, there was still no one there. I perked my head through the door and looked at the corridor to see the other two men walking inside my bedroom. 

Soon enough they would realize I wasn't there and would come to John's bedroom. I kissed his forehead and fought the sobs that threatened to overwhelm me. Right then, the ginger haired man appeared inside the room, yelling as he acknowledged my presence.

I jumped out of the window, where I thankfully landed on the first floor's roof. I started running from roof to roof, carefully placing my foot with each step. I looked behind and found the guy following me, a look of pure shock and determination on his face. 

I was glad I had taken that parkour lesson months ago as now I ran amazingly faster as though I was flying through the roofs. The ginger haired guy was about two roofs away from me, stepping over the wrong bricks and tripping every time I turned around to look. I jumped on one of my neighbor's yard and climbed on the tree, hiding. The man jumped a few seconds after and started looking for me. 

Right then, Theo walked through the door, caring a bag of trash. His eyes widened and he ran inside his house. I cursed mentally as I considered how ironically perfect his timing was.

The guy started running towards him, but that was just the distraction I needed, so I jumped on him and punched him hard until I couldn't distinguish what was his mouth and what was his nose. I heard a gun being triggered.

- Don't shoot! - I shouted as I realized Theo was back and shaking as he clutched a gun. - The way your aim is bad you are very capable of shooting yourself. And may I ask, where the hell did you get that?

He looked at his hands and shrugged.

- My dad is a cop, remember?

I nodded, remembering.