Hey guys, this is my first fanfiction so please let me know what you think! Enjoy.


The sound of rain softly pelting down on the open window filled the room. An earthy, refreshing scent working its way towards the girl sleeping soundly on her violet bedspread laid out on the floor, her hand still grasping the book she had been reading. Lightning cracked across the sky in the distance, promptly illuminating the entire room and causing the girl to awake from her peaceful sleep, startled.

She stood up, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and crept towards the bedroom door. Her hand was just reaching out for the handle when her eyes flickered towards the shadow that had appeared outside the door.

Mom and Dad are home already? She thought to herself as she slowly retracted her hand and backed away from the door.

Whoever was on the other side of the door pulled down on the handle and panic rose in the girl's chest, her heart immediately jumping to her throat. She dropped to the floor, pressing herself against the loveseat placed just opposite the door. Hearing the door open slowly she clasped the silver chain around her delicate neck and began to fiddle with the emerald coloured stone attached.

Footsteps grew closer and closer until she could hear the heavy breathing of the intruder from the other side of the seat. Suddenly a hand reached from over the top of her hiding place and pulled on her shoulder, bringing her up to a standing position. She immediately tried to escape the intruder's grasp, thrashing about and screaming at the top of her lungs. Her attention turned to a heavy ornament in the shape of a roaring lion on the nearest bookshelf and willed it to fly across the room towards her attacker.

"Zoe, no!" a male voice called out in panic. She felt his grasp slip as a loud crack echoed throughout the room. The ornament must've hit him, and upon turning around this was confirmed.

A young boy around the age of 18 was lying unconscious on the floor, blood spilling from his head forming a crimson puddle on the sandy carpet.

"Ethan! No, please wake up!" Zoe fell to the floor moving her hands to her brother's head and cradling it gently in her lap. "Please... I-I didn't know" she whispered. As the realisation of what she had done dawned on her, Zoe crawled away from the body of her brother lying on the floor. Whilst she staggered to her feet a variation of thoughts crossed her mind, a voice in her head told her she didn't deserve to live for this; that she should kill herself. The most terrifying thing about it was that it was her own voice, and she had always trusted herself, if no one else.

Somehow she had made it to the bathroom across the hall from the bedroom where her brother was. Zoe stared at herself intently in the mirror, fear crossing her dark brown eyes as she noticed the blood smeared across her arms and torso. There was a streak of the deep red liquid beginning to dry in her hair, she pulled at it; disgusted with the sight of herself.

The sound of the front door unlocking and laughter filling the hall caused her to tear her eyes away from her own disturbing reflection. Her parents had arrived home giving Zoe five minutes, tops, to pack her things and leave before they could discover their sweet daughter covered in her own brother's blood.

She fled back to her bedroom where Ethan was still lying motionless on the floor and removed the white nightdress now smothered with drying blood, tossing it on the loveseat beside her. Zoe flung open the wardrobe and pulled on a short, floral patterned button down dress and her black lace up biker boots. She grabbed the navy duffle bag from the corner of her wardrobe and stuffed it with whatever clothes she could see as well as her purse and a couple of granola bars she had on the bed spread laid out on the floor.

The sound of her parents climbing the stairs made Zoe panic as she pulled on her black leather jacket; stepping over her brother's corpse towards the window. Holding onto the window pane she slung the duffle bag over her shoulder and swung her leg over the ledge on to the roof of their front porch.

"I'm so sorry" she whispered as tears began to sting her eyes and spill out onto her cheeks. She finally pulled her other leg from the room and jumped down from the porch, her boots hitting the puddles that had formed on the driveway.

It was still pouring with rain as Zoe ran into the fields leading to the forest directly across from her house. Lightning flashed across the cloud filled sky and was shortly followed by the low rumbling sound of thunder as the rain intensified.

Zoe continued to run until she felt she was deep enough into the forest. She came to an abrupt stop and leaned against a tree for support, her breathing ragged and a combination of sweat, tears and rain dripped from her face. She knew the town centre was just minutes ahead of her. She'd be able to get a bus there; she could run away and know she wouldn't cause anyone else any harm.

If only I'd done that before tonight, before I murdered my own brother...A cry escaped her mouth as new tears began to form and run down her soaked face. She took a deep breath and continued to run in the direction of the town.

Just as she reached the bus station she spotted a bus to New York and immediately removed her purse from her duffle bag. As she looked down to search through her purse she noticed the rain had washed off a large majority of the blood that had covered her arms just minutes ago.

She walked towards the ticket machine and bought a one-way ticket for the first bus to Westchester County, New York. After purchasing the ticket she placed her change back into her purse and turned her attention back to the bus she had spotted as she came in. The driver was climbing on and preparing to leave.

"No, wait! Hang on, I have a ticket!" She yelled, waving her ticket in the air and running towards the bus. Luckily the driver noticed, allowing her to clamber onto the bus and giving her a warm smile.

"Make sure ta make yerself comfortable, we got a long journey." He smiled at her, his Southern accent noticeable.

"Thanks. I will." Zoe tried her best to smile back at him only managing to lift a corner of her mouth.

As she settled down into her seat she pulled out her iPod, placing the earphones in her ears she pressed play and leaned her head against the window. She watched as the rain slowly trickled down and she lifted her hand, willing the droplets to follow the pattern she was making with her hand. Soon she fell into a deep slumber and her mind was plagued with the terrifying reflection she had seen of herself in the mirror, covered in her brother's blood.


AN: Sorry this chapter was quite short, hopefully I should be writing more and don't worry, we shall see our beloved X-Men soon! (: