Sorry this is short, but it's only an intro. I hope you guys will still leave some feedback. I'll be trying to update as much as I can.
Fuel to the Fire
The flames burned high and bright, contrasting drastically with the night sky; the orange and yellows hues danced together too beautifully. The slow crackle of the wood getting louder as it was going to cave in at any given moment.
Rose was trapped. She couldn't leave her family behind to die, but at the same time if she went back into the house there was no grantee that anyone would make it out alive.
When the attack happened it had been supper time and everyone was laughing and having a great time, but suddenly things got silent. Three men in black capes and masks busted in the door and demanded to know where a "lumière" was. My sister and I were quickly shoved in the back closet before being able to get a closer look at the intruders.
That's when things went for the worse. In the darkness of the closet, my sister and I could only imagine what was happening; it began with my mother quietly whimpering and whispering words that could not be understood through the thickness of the door. I was scared and wringing my hands together; the skin was burning the roughness of the squeeze. I wanted to help, but what could a six year old child do?
That didn't stop her, Emily, slowly opened the door and before I could grab her hand and tell her it was a bad idea, she froze. From where I sat, I could see one of the men had my father's lifeless body hovering in the air as another seemed to have cornered my mum on the other side of the room making her beg for mercy. Em, reached for something in her left pocket and took off, but was stopped short when the third masked shouted something, which seemed to have stop her in her tracks and fall flat to the ground.
"Please, don't hurt my daughter!"
I was too scared to move, but I was also a little hurt that my mother didn't say 'daughters.' All three of the men laughed and tossed my father against the wall, another man mumbled some words and my mother seemed to slump forward her mouth a gaped. With one last flick of his wrist, the room caught a flame and all the men vanished into thin air.
Without even thinking about my safety, I rushed out of the closet and towards my sister who seemed to be breathing heavily. "Em, please, please, are you okay?"
She looked at me and smiled, but with a limp hand brushed backs some of my loose curls, "Rose. You need to leave."
"I'm not leaving without you."
"You have to." Her hand fell back down to her side, "Once you get out of here, find shelter. From there someone will find you and know to take care of you. Rose you're special. Don't ever forget that."
Those words were her last, but as looked into her lifeless eyes, I knew I would never forget them.