Chapter 1
A Cold Evening
"Where's Zane?" I glance back and forth, but find not a single trace of him.
"Kai, do think something happened to him?" Nya asks, clutching my arm in terror, the attack still fresh in our minds.
"I don't know. Zane!" I call him, but the booming thunder drowns out all sounds. What about the alleyway? "Come here." I pull my eleven-year-old sister with me, moving along the rainy Jamanukai village, searching for the boy. "Zane!" I keep shouting yet receive no response and finally reach the dim alley, which has a rather musty odor.
"Kai, I'm scared," Nya says.
"It's okay. Here. Get on my back," I tell her and bend low enough for her to scramble on.
She's not that heavy so carrying her piggyback style isn't that hard, and I amble in, looking everywhere. I spot two figures on the ground, one significantly smaller than the other and set my sister down. "I need to check on them, okay?"
"Okay," Nya responds, still trembling. I put two fingers up to the taller figure's nostrils. No breath. I do the same to Zane's and find…none, but I decide to check again. I put an ear to his chest, only to touch a sticky wound. His chest rises and falls shallowly, but there isn't much time to save him. "How is he?" Nya asks.
"He's alive, though not for long," I tell her, "Help me." I begin lifting Zane's limp body by his armpits, and manage to get one arm around my shoulder. Nya puts one around hers as well, and we both begin bringing him with difficulty to the house, which is not far away. When we get there, we set him on the floor in front of the door, panting. "Is there anything that we can use for his injury like a first aid kit?" I ask her, pressing my hands against the stab wound to keep more blood from draining.
"I'll look in the bathroom," my sister says, darting off to a room nearby.
"Please, stay with me," I whisper to Zane. His icy, blue eyes are now half open staring mindlessly into space, seemingly not comprehending a single thing that is going on.
"Murder!" a voice shouts outside, alerting the villagers as he keeps screaming. "Murder! Someone's been murdered! GET THE POLICE!"
It's best if I wait and see what conclusion they come to before calling for help, in case they decide we did it. Nya comes back, empty-handed, and shakes her head. "Put your hands on the wound while I make a bandage," I tell her and she does what she's told.
I take off my red shirt and tear part of it off into a long strip; then shove my sister's hands off the wound. I wrap the cloth around Zane's chest, and shoulder, tying the ends into a tight knot. "Hey, the back door to the house is open!" a woman's voice exclaims, "Let's take a look!"
"Be careful, someone may be in there," a deep, man's voice warns.
"Get in the room next to us," I whisper to Nya.
"But what about Zane?"
"He'll be fine. They might even help him," I respond as I shove her and myself into Jason's room, shutting the door as quietly as possible. I grab a white shirt that is on the bed and put it on before returning to the door. I press my ear to it, listening to the conversation between the two.
"Carl, there are three bodies!" the woman screams.
"There's an old woman and two men with knives in their backs, so they probably killed her, but what about them?" Carl speculates. This guy's not half bad. "Alyssa, there's someone else too."
"It's a young teen. He's alive!" Alyssa gasps. "Let's get the other villagers and a physician!"
"Okay. Do you think those kids that lived here did this?"
"I don't know, but let's go first." I hear scuffling and soon the door being shut; then I open the door a crack. No one is here.
"Come on, Nya. We have to leave, before they come back, or else we're going to be in real trouble," I tell my sister.
AN: What do you think? Should I keep writing and alternate this between my other story? Please R&R! :)