Max's breathing was shallow as she listened to the ciaos unfolding around her. She didn't understand what was happening, why this was happening to her, to her family.
Screams coming from her sister raced up the stairs, haunting Max. There was a muted crash and then frantic running. Ella, Max's sister, tore into Max's room along with the killer. Looking out from under the bed, Max was able to see her sister's sock clad feet, slowing taking steps backward as she faced the killer.
Gun shots rang out, deafening in Max's small room. Flinching with each shot, Max watched as her sister's face was soon on the floor, turned to look directly at Max. Max stifled a gasp as Ella's blood pooled around her, faster then normal, still looking at her. A final shot sounded and Ella was gone.
Silent tears ran down Max's face as the killer crouched down, looking at Ella's still features. The leg of his pants came up an inch when he bent, exposing a tattoo. It was a scorpion that looked incredibly 3D on his ankle. Max would have admired it if she wasn't seeing it under these circumstances. It disappeared as he stood up again and headed for the door. Max sniffed.
He stopped.
Max cursed herself, holding her breath as she waited for the pain of the bullet, the sound of the gun, the scent of death. But none of that happened. Footsteps came back to the bed. He was listening for the quiet breathing the sound of life in the room besides himself. He heard it under the bed, right where the sniff came from.
He got on all fours, not worried about being identified because of the ski mask coving all his features but his eyes. He crawled to the head of the bed, meeting eyes with the girl hiding under there. They widened as she stared at him.
His eyes were so cold, Max thought as the gaze ended. He ran a look up and down her as he took his gun out of the back of his pants. She was nice, he thought, for a twelve year old. Too bad Sam said no witnesses.
"Next time," he crooned to her and shot her in the stomach.
Max's vision faded as she clutched her tummy. She heard the man leave, down the stairs and out the front door. She heard a van start up. She heard what she thought was herself crying.
What she actually heard was the sound of her Mother dying.
So, I had this idea after I read the book Angel's Fall by Nora Roberts. After I stopped my other stories, I wanted to keep writing other stories, so I decided on this one. If I get some sort of response for this chappie, even just 2 reviews, then I will continue as fast as I can. :P R&R? Pweeease!
Love Ella (it's incredibly odd that I die in this chapter...)