Ok so this is a new story idea I've been thinking of for awhile. I'll try to keep the honorifics but I'm already have trouble understanding them. So please read and review, favorite and follow, all that fun stuff I wan to hear your input on my writing.

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Our Only Hope

I ran through the forest nearby my house, my heart pounding and my breath coming in ragged gasps burning my throat with each breath. My follower was closing in fast, gaining speed with each step. The forest floor was getting more difficult to run across and the trees became closer together as if to stop any attempts of escape. I felt a body collide with mine forcing me to trip and stumble to the ground, my assailant stood above me in a plain white mask, its face emotionless and unreadable. I tried to move, boy did I want to move, but my body betrayed my commands and remained tense and still, totally unmoving. The figure made a move towards me, grabbing my arm with bruising force and causing me to scream. He dragged back towards the house, where other men with the same look appear to be surrounding an old wood shed. I'm forced into the shed and left in the dark while I hear the sounds of people screaming all around me, then I hear Mary, sweet little innocent Mary, screaming for help. As I try to reach her I'm pushed and shoved to the ground. When I finally reach her I see her dead body laying in front of the masked man who brought me here. He raises an old looking sword stained with blood.

My eyes shoot open as they always do right before 'm beheaded, I check around my room for any sign of the masked figure, to only see an old poster of my comic book hero, if only heros were real. I brushed a hand through my boy cut mucky brown hair, trying to calm my racing heart. Awkwardly laughing at myself when I looked at my clock to see that it was three in the morning.

"I'm not getting anymore sleep tonight, might as well do something productive." I whisper to myself as I pull out my laptop the was resting on a nearby table. As I reached over I noticed that a bruise had formed where the masked figure had grabbed me during my dream. As I'm examining my arm further and with the light on I realize the bruise is in the shape of a hand print. I jump out of my skin when I hear a loud high pitched scream come from my six year old sister, Mary's room, racing to see what her problem was, I tripped over something. I didn't bother checking what it was because Mary's screaming increased and were becoming more frequent. After struggling with my door for a few minutes, it just didn't want to open, as if someone or something didn't want me out of that room just yet. But I eventually made it into Mary's room, only to see the exact figure from my dream change into a white orb and fly past me.

Mary's screaming stopped instantly and she woke up crying. I launched myself onto the bed instantly grabbing her and checking her for any injuries, she had been covered in bruises and scratches from his last visit and nothing was different this time. Every Time I had one of those dreams he attacked the house, if he didn't hurt us we would find glasses and furniture broke and out of place, the next day. I tried to leave the house, but every time one of us would be dragged back towards it by some unknown force.

"Mary, do you have that bag I told you to get ready incase we have to leave and don't have time to pack?" I asked. I had her make a Bug out Bag when all this had started so if things got bad enough we could get out of here as soon as possible.

"Yes. Scarlet, are we going to leave?" She asked.

"Yeah we are. It's not safe for us anymore." I told her. I couldn't let her be in danger anymore. "Hey, I need you to be a big girl now, Okay. You need to do everything I say ok, even if that means leaving me here ok."

"But.."

"But nothing you need to do as I say ok. No buts." I explain gently. "Now we need to go to my room and grab my bag then we are going to go out through my window and into the city. Got it?" she nodded in reply. "Good now don't let go of my hand unless I tell you to."

I slowly open the door to her room and creep down the hallway, Slowly approaching the door to my room. It was open with the bright light streaming through the dark, entering I became extremely aware that the room had been more around, my bag was missing from it's permanent place next to my bed, and the window that I always kept open was closed shut. Searching for a couple minutes I realized that I wouldn't find my bag, I grabbed the bedsheet and broke the glass in the window, knowing full well that the window was lock and sealed. Whatever was in this house with us was organized and didn't want us to escape its grasp. I knew I would have to put up one hell of a fight to get mary out of here. Carefully I placed the six year old on the roof just outside my window, and lifted myself onto the glass covered windowsill something grabbed my ankle, and began pulling back into the house.