There was fire everywhere, like water it lashed the sides of the once
beautiful house and swallowed the petite bushes and small petunias that had
been planted along the pathway. From within, the residents knew not what
was happening, for they never expected something like this to happen to
their pleasant and simple lives.
The four innocent people were automatically plunged into a forest of despair by something too terrible to describe in detail. Something that had claimed the lives of too many people to date, and that would not stop killing until the day of it's death.
Carina and Nicholas Chambers, the parents of two children, were awoken by a blood-curdling shriek coming from down the hallway of their small home in Scotland. Nicholas, who awoke first, automatically jumped out of bed.
Terror rang through the hallway, as the tortured screams of a teen- aged girl continued to tear through the silence.
But who could stop it? 14-year-old Beth was innocently sleeping in her room, enjoying the summer holiday off from her boarding school, when her life was terribly cut short by something more foul than anyone could imagine. She had awoken looking up into blood shot, glowing red eyes staring down at her, but was at once plunged into a screaming fit of pain as she felt a long piece of wood being shoved at her neck. A word was muttered, and the pain did not stop.
Nicholas, running in to see what was the matter, stopped dead in his tracks, staring in horror as he watched his own daughter being murdered. He watched it all, from the very first series of words, until the flashing green light claimed her soul and took away her promising life.
Then the feared 'piece of wood' was turned upon the father of the dead girl now lying motionless on her bed. And the life of he, too, was ripped from his body with a flash of green and the screams of his daughter still ringing through his ears, soul, and heart.
But Nicholas was not the only one who had witnessed his daughter's death. Someone else had been present in the room, and had seen and watched in tearing agony the death of both his own sister, and father. Young 8-year- old Ryan Chambers, who shared a room with his sister, was automatically awoken by the screams emitting from her mouth. He saw a dark figure crouched menacingly over Beth's bed, pointing a long, skinny and dull piece of carved wood at her heart. Ryan knew what this was. He had grown up with it, but he didn't know why this person was using it so. He plunged under his bed as fast and as stealthily as possible, wanting more than anything to make it all stop. Seeing Beth's body go limp, and his father's form fall slowly and gracefully to the floor.
Yet Carina Chambers and her son, Ryan, had lived. Carina had slept through the screams, unknowing of her husband getting up, and walking right into his own demise. She had woken up right after, hearing the faint crying and terrified whimpering of a little boy, sitting at the foot of her bed, his face in his knees.
Carina listened as Ryan retold what he had saw in the room, and she at once leapt up, tears streaming down her face, and walked strait down the hall way to Beth's room.
There on the bed lay Beth, un-moving and pale. But at her feet, crumpled in the doorway lay her husband. She fell to her knees, feeling that Sir Death too should have taken her.
Ryan then disappeared. Carina went back into her bedroom to find it empty. No crying little boy on the floor, no nothing. She searched everywhere, anywhere, and every minute of the day. But she never found her son.
She felt as if she had lost everything close to her. Everything that mattered, and for a long time, she wanted more than anything to have her life swept from her grasp, so she could join her husband and daughter. But that small voice in the back of her head told her not to give up. Not Yet. Ryan, in her mind, was dead. But still, she searched on.
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Ryan had in fact, run away. He had scampered down the oft-treaded hallway of the house he had grown up in, taken his small shoes from the mat by the homely front door and left, whilst his mother wept. He ran as far away as he could, still crying, and still lost for words of what he had just seen.
It wasn't long after that he was picked up by two police man the next morning and taken away to an orphanage, where the deaths still lingered in his mind, never to be rid of.
But Carina still searches, never giving up, and never forgetting that horrible night where she lost everything.
The four innocent people were automatically plunged into a forest of despair by something too terrible to describe in detail. Something that had claimed the lives of too many people to date, and that would not stop killing until the day of it's death.
Carina and Nicholas Chambers, the parents of two children, were awoken by a blood-curdling shriek coming from down the hallway of their small home in Scotland. Nicholas, who awoke first, automatically jumped out of bed.
Terror rang through the hallway, as the tortured screams of a teen- aged girl continued to tear through the silence.
But who could stop it? 14-year-old Beth was innocently sleeping in her room, enjoying the summer holiday off from her boarding school, when her life was terribly cut short by something more foul than anyone could imagine. She had awoken looking up into blood shot, glowing red eyes staring down at her, but was at once plunged into a screaming fit of pain as she felt a long piece of wood being shoved at her neck. A word was muttered, and the pain did not stop.
Nicholas, running in to see what was the matter, stopped dead in his tracks, staring in horror as he watched his own daughter being murdered. He watched it all, from the very first series of words, until the flashing green light claimed her soul and took away her promising life.
Then the feared 'piece of wood' was turned upon the father of the dead girl now lying motionless on her bed. And the life of he, too, was ripped from his body with a flash of green and the screams of his daughter still ringing through his ears, soul, and heart.
But Nicholas was not the only one who had witnessed his daughter's death. Someone else had been present in the room, and had seen and watched in tearing agony the death of both his own sister, and father. Young 8-year- old Ryan Chambers, who shared a room with his sister, was automatically awoken by the screams emitting from her mouth. He saw a dark figure crouched menacingly over Beth's bed, pointing a long, skinny and dull piece of carved wood at her heart. Ryan knew what this was. He had grown up with it, but he didn't know why this person was using it so. He plunged under his bed as fast and as stealthily as possible, wanting more than anything to make it all stop. Seeing Beth's body go limp, and his father's form fall slowly and gracefully to the floor.
Yet Carina Chambers and her son, Ryan, had lived. Carina had slept through the screams, unknowing of her husband getting up, and walking right into his own demise. She had woken up right after, hearing the faint crying and terrified whimpering of a little boy, sitting at the foot of her bed, his face in his knees.
Carina listened as Ryan retold what he had saw in the room, and she at once leapt up, tears streaming down her face, and walked strait down the hall way to Beth's room.
There on the bed lay Beth, un-moving and pale. But at her feet, crumpled in the doorway lay her husband. She fell to her knees, feeling that Sir Death too should have taken her.
Ryan then disappeared. Carina went back into her bedroom to find it empty. No crying little boy on the floor, no nothing. She searched everywhere, anywhere, and every minute of the day. But she never found her son.
She felt as if she had lost everything close to her. Everything that mattered, and for a long time, she wanted more than anything to have her life swept from her grasp, so she could join her husband and daughter. But that small voice in the back of her head told her not to give up. Not Yet. Ryan, in her mind, was dead. But still, she searched on.
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Ryan had in fact, run away. He had scampered down the oft-treaded hallway of the house he had grown up in, taken his small shoes from the mat by the homely front door and left, whilst his mother wept. He ran as far away as he could, still crying, and still lost for words of what he had just seen.
It wasn't long after that he was picked up by two police man the next morning and taken away to an orphanage, where the deaths still lingered in his mind, never to be rid of.
But Carina still searches, never giving up, and never forgetting that horrible night where she lost everything.