I wrote this a long time ago and just decided to post it today. I know it's not that good.
oh well...
And just as warning to readers: If you do Not like stories involving Jack's past, do not read since...well...just read and find out why
And BTW I dubbed thee Jack's little sister Emma.
Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed in the night sky. Jack was sitting at the windowsill in the living room, watching the rain, when he heard a sniff from behind him. He turned around.
It was his little sister, Emma.
Jack bent down and picked her up, resting her on his knee.
He whispered in her ear, "It's okay, Emma. It's just a bit of lightning."
Emma rested her head on his brother's shoulder while she was slowly rocked back and forth. The little girl relaxed, closed her eyes, and drifted back to sleep.
Jack looked at his snoring parents. His mom was sleeping upright on her rocking chair and his father was on the couch, face down in a pillow.
The young boy smiled and put his little sister back to her bed.
Stretching, he walked back to the living room.
Suddenly, he stopped. A man stood in the middle of the dimly lit room. He was dressed in black and had a veil over his nose and mouth. In his hand, a knife gleamed in the firelight. Next to the man's feet were... were the bodies of his parents surrounded by a growing puddle of blood.
Jack turned around quickly and opened his mouth to scream, but the man got to him first. One hand was on his mouth and the other holding the knife up to his neck as a warning. Just as the man was about to slice Jack's throat, Jack drove his elbow into the stranger's ribs and somehow avoided the sharp blade of the knife.
Jack ran into his sister's room and locked the door. He had to save his sister.
He heard footsteps right outside and held his breath. The doorknob wriggled and he jumped with a start.
"This is what you get for being such a brat, Jack," the man sang, "I told you not to date my daughter."
Jack didn't answer. Hopefully that man would just go away.
"Jack?"
Jack turned around to see his sister. The older sibling mentally facepalmed. He put his finger up to his lips and motioned to the window. Quietly, he opened the window and lowered Emma down, who was still holding her teddy bear.
They were lucky that they only lived in a one floored small cottage, Jack thought, after he lowered himself down too. He estimated that if they ran fast enough, they should get to the nearest town within five to ten minutes. He mentally cursed his now dead father for building their house in the middle of the woods.
There was only one thing to do.
They ran.
Tell me what you guys think.
who knows... might be a oneshot
