As quickly and quietly as I can, I creep to the entryway of the kitchen. Peeking my head around the arch, I see two men kicking at the back doors shattering the glass around them as more men watch from behind them. The men are dressed in all black and have large muscled frames, who are they and why are they here?
"Aye dick face hurry up, how long does it take to break a fucking glass door?" one man says as he smacks another on the head.
"Shut the hell up, we're almost done here!"
The first man shoves the second to the side, he reaches through the glass reaching for the lock. Oh no! I have to get out of here, I quickly run to the front door as I open it, I'm greeted by an unknown face.
"Ahhh!" I scream as the man hand lunges out towards me, acting on reflex I scratch the mans arm making him flinch away. Slamming and locking the door, I bolt up the steps as he begins to jiggle the handle of the door. Quick where can I hide! What do I do! Oh god, what do I do!
I start to panic, my breathing becoming heavy as I make my way down the hall holding on to the walls to steady myself. From downstairs I could hear the men scuffling about, knocking things down and no doubt destroying my home.
"I don't see any signs of her down here"
"I'll go check upstairs, aye Roy! You come with me"
Oh no I think, I need to do something and fast. Heavy boots hit the bottom of the stairs, think Justice think...one step...come on...two steps...3 steps...that's it!
I run to the bathroom where I remembered I keep a sharp pair of shears and some other supplies that could be useful. Once I enter the bathroom, I throw open the sink cabinet, I grab the shears, a razor, and some bleach spray. I have to move fast, I hear them getting closer up the stairs any more and they'll spot me.
Peeking out to make sure it's clear, I run to the twins' bedroom. Picking the bed closest to the wall I slide underneath it when the door opens the bed is out of your vision zone unless you close the door.
I'm shaking, I can barely keep myself together as I wait for something to happen. Sweat forms on my forehead making my laid edges bounce back into tight coils, the sweat falls like little raindrops on the cold hard floor cream floor beneath me.
Suddenly the door creaks slowly open, a pair of black muddy boots meet my line of vision. Out of reflex, I try to make myself as small as possible, pushing myself into the wall even more. I hold my breath as the man begins to roam about the room, looking any and everywhere he thinks someone may be.
"Hmm," he says then drops down to look under the first bed, I flinch.
"Hey, Roy! You find er?"
"Nah boss, not yet!"
The man sighs as he begins walking out of the room when...Quackkkk he pushes the door onto Jaxons damned duck! Slowly he closes the door and begins to bend down if he looks, he'll see me! preparing myself I pull the shears into my trembling hands. This is it...
He's right there, I can see his face clearly, the scars, the tattoos and that ice-cold look in his eyes, his eyes that are looking straight at me holy shit!
"RO.." the man starts to yell as he grabs for me, I stab his hand as hard as I can with the shears, "Ouch you little bitch!" he grabs the bed lifting from the floor, tossing it on its side.
"Who the hell are you!?" I scream at the man as I dart to the other side of the room, never once taking my eyes off him. The man doesn't answer instead he launches himself towards me, catching me by the shirt.
"Argh! Let go!" I twist in turn in his grasp, but his hold is relentless. I have to get him off, I bring up my hand with the shears ready to strike when he grabs that arm with his other hand! Oh no!
"You're not trying that shit again, you're coming with us,"
"No!" I must think; how can I get out of his grip? Oh...I know. Without a second thought, I ram my knee straight into his manhood causing him to yelp and release me. quickly scanning the room for the shears, spotting them on the other side of the room, I run for them, as I go to grab them, I can feel a tug on the back of my shirt. The bleach! Quickly pulling the slim can from my pocket, I twist so I can see the man clearly then I press the trigger, releasing the chemical into his eyes.
"Arrgh!" he screams covering his face.
I launch for the shears successfully grabbing them, then with a lightning speed I turn around jumping onto the mans back. Holding myself on by griping around his shoulders, he thrashes about trying to get me off but he can't see what he's doing. The man lifts his neck to try and slip my arm off, this is it, the perfect opportunity. Rising my hand up, I plunge the shears down into the man's neck. I can feel every rip and tear of flesh, I can feel the man intake a large painful breath.
Pulling the shears out, I repeat my earlier actions two more times, blood flowing down his neck, dripping onto the hard, cold floors. I myself am covered in a mist of the mans blood, jumping from his back I watch as he stumbles and gasps for air. He tries to open the door but is unsuccessful, he tries calling for his friend but his voice fails him as blood begins to trickle from his mouth.
I watched as he falls to his knees, leaving bloody hand trails down the door. I watched as he tries to crawl towards me but his body gives out on him, now he just lies there. I can hear him struggle with every breath, the raspy shakes, the tiny gasps and the gurgle of blood blocking his airways until finally, the room goes quiet.
"Boss! Did you find her, I heard a lot of noise?"
I got to hide!
"Boss? hey boss?"
I press against the wall not having any options on where to hide, I'm praying this guy won't come inside. I try to calm myself as I hear footsteps coming closer and closer, "Boss?" the doorknob begins to twist.
Preparing myself I lift the shears above my head, as the door slowly creaks open I take a shaky breath.
"Boss? why are you so qui...Ahh!"
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Saving Callum (Revised)
Mystery / Thriller"Mom, Dad, I'm home!" I call as I walk through the door. It seems like someone forgot to close it all the way. I make my way to the kitchen where mother usually is preparing dinner currently. "Why is it so qui..."I freeze at the scene in front of me...
