Disclaimer! I do not own Night World, L.J. Smith does. The town and the characters are mine though (Although I do use names; Redfern, Rasmussen, Drache, etc.)
"I don't want them! Take them away!"
The sound of crying fills the house. Plates crash and a man's calming voice battles with the manic raging. The attic bedroom door is locked and the two girls frantically throw things into bags. Clothes, brushes, under garments. Normal things that anyone who was going on a trip would normally take.
Then odder things join the disarray. Colorful rocks. Dried plants. Old torn books.
"I hope we never come back here." One angry young declares as she yanks the zippers of her bags closed.
The calmer of the two flinches "How did it get to this?" she whispered sadly.
Both freeze. Suddenly the house is silent. Then an explosion of gunfire fills the air, causing both to scream. They cling to each other as footsteps walk up the steps to their room. Soft knocking reaches them. Then, to their relief, a gentle voice calls through the door.
"Girls? It's ok now."
The bolder one crosses to the door and opens it. The man with the white hair and gentle blue eyes smiled sadly.
"Is...is he dead?" the calmer one asked quietly.
The man shook his head "No, he was going to shoot me. I knocked him out before he could. But it's best if we leave before he wakes up."
The calmer one winced and picked up her bags "If he wanted to get rid of us, why was he going to shoot you?"
She is met with silence. She looks over her shoulder at the man and sees her sister already waiting with her bags.
When the man answers, his voice is sad and quiet "That's what people who have gone insane are like."