Disclaimer: Everyone in this chapter is actually of my own creation. But in the next ones, that is most definitely not the case.
Author's Note: I know I have some unfinished stories that I do intend to finish someday, but I decided that it's time for another young Lucy story. I really tried to do my research on this story, so we'll see how well that works out. And it does start slow. Sorry about that. Happy reading!!
Chapter 1: The First Sighting
"Nate? Can you let Juno out? I'm doing the dishes!" Marie Holland called to her 12 year old son. The giant Husky scraped at the backdoor of the small house, whining with what could only be described as distress. "Nate!" Marie called when her son didn't appear. The dog began to bark with urgency. "Nathan Holland! Hurry up! You're going to be the one cleaning up after this dog. You're the one who wanted him!"
"Alright, alright," the boy said, sulking in to a kitchen. Marie couldn't believe how much he was already acting like a teenager, even though thirteen was still a year away. She continued scraping the leftover food off the plates and in to the sink as her son yanked open the backdoor and let the dog run out in to the cool night air. She watched out the kitchen window as Juno's silhouette ran straight towards the fence that separated their yard from the woods. There he stood and watched the trees, tail wagging.
Nate slammed the door shut and slumped back towards the living room to continue watching TV with his little sister. His 7 year old sister Jaimie giggled at Spongebob Squarepants. Nate resisted the urge the change the channel to something a little more intelligent in fear of getting in trouble. Jaimie was a screamer and every time she screamed, he got in trouble. Even when he wasn't in the room.
The front door opened and his father walked in, closing the door behind him. "Hey, kiddos," Ted greeted his son and daughter.
"Hi," Nate mumbled.
"Hi Dad!" Jaimie exclaimed. Marie walked in from the kitchen, drying her hands on her jeans.
"Hi, honey," Marie said, giving Ted a peck.
"The dog is barking his head off. Can someone let him in?" Ted asked.
"I'll do it," Jaimie volunteered. She hopped off the couch and ran in to the kitchen. For once, Nate was pleased with his little sister. This meant he didn't have to get up off the couch. He heard the backdoor open and Jaimie calling Juno's name. Jaimie's calls suddenly turned in to a shrill scream. Ted and Marie ran towards the kitchen.
"I didn't do anything!" Nate called after them. He didn't follow them. Jaimie was just trying to get him in trouble somehow. She was such a conniving little brat. Just then, he heard his mother scream and his father shouting. He sprung off the couch and ran in to the kitchen.
The back door was wide open and his dad was nowhere to be seen. Marie had her arms around Jaimie, Jaimie's head buried in Marie's midsection as she wept. They both stood in front of the door as Marie continued to scream and cry at the same time. Nate pushed his way in front of them. He stopped dead in his tracks. He felt sick to his stomach. He started to go out the door, trying to help in some way, but he felt his mother pull him back. "No! Don't you go out there!" his mother cried, tears streaming down her face. Suddenly, he heard the ghastly screams of his father.
"Dad!" Nate called out to the darkness. The girls sobbed louder behind him. He ran to the phone and dialed 911. "Help me!" he shrieked in to the phone. "Something's attacking my dad!"