Yola readers! This is just an idea I got for a possible sequel. I don't know if I'll continue or not, but if you all like it I'll probably try to continue. I won't update any of my stories nearly as often as I would like to, but I'll try. I've got running camp and tennis camp and theater camp and vacation next week, but I'll do my best to find the time to write more. Anyways, you probably don't care, so I'll stop rambling. TO the story!
It's the dead of night. The sky is darker than black, the stars having vanished into the oblivion. Not a soul stirs except for one. Not even the wind dares to blow, not a branch to sway, and shatter the eerie silence. Not a sound but the subtle click of a lock as the one person who doesn't sleep turns the corner of a stolen credit card in the narrow slit. The person, a young man of no more than twenty eight, slips through the entrance of one poor, unsuspecting young family. The young man, with no intentions of robbing them, moves gracefully, soundlessly, through each room, each stride containing all the purpose, precision, and prowess of a hunter. His eyes seem to glow in the blackness, two dark windows to his black unforgiving soul. He slips carefully around furniture and toys, noiselessly up the stairs, moving with the grace of a snake and feeling with the venom of one. His focus is clear, his resolve strong, and intentions set in stone. They will be punished just as he was.
Dark brown eyes squinted, he glares into the dark in search of the one room he targets. A cruel, joyless grin creeps across his pale face as his eyes lock on the target. Striding confidently, the young man walks into the room without doubt, regret, and least of all, guilt. Through thin rays of silver-blue moonlight, he sees a crib. A little girl, two years old, lies sleeping peacefully within its white painted walls, tucked securely beneath thin pink blankets. There was a reason it had to be this small toddler, not her brother or her sister, and that was the striking resemblance she bore to her mother. The same knowing emerald eyes, wavy brown locks, and light dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. Hatred pulses through the young man's veins and revulsion burns red hot in his icy heart. Yes, it has to be this girl.
He approaches the crib, silent as the grave, and reaches in to lift the dreaming child. He rocks her back and forth in his arms, cradling her like a newborn baby. Just then, the older daughter awakens. Upon seeing the strange man holding her beloved little sister, she screams her little lungs out.
"Mommy! Daddy!" she shrieks. The young woman and her dear red-headed husband come rushing in. They instantly see the familiar young man standing in back, holding their daughter with one leg already out the window.
"Roger." The red-headed father gasps under his breath in immediate recognition. The young man turns to face the couple, a wicked smile adorning his face and an evil glint lighting up his dark eyes. He holds one finger up to his lips.
"Sh, you'll wake the baby," He whispers darkly, then disappearing into the endless night.
So what'd you think. If I continue this it's probably gonna stay in third person just for convenience, but I might switch into Leah or Jack's point of view every once and a while. If you like it, I'd love to hear it. Reviews pretty please!