A/N:
Hello my dear readers. I do hope you liked the prologue because now I'm giving ya'll the first chapter. We'll be meeting someone new who will be of course helping us on our new adventure.
Messenger Of Evil - Well, the last chapter of Falling Feathers had Avira murdered by Bomani. I felt the need for some sort of twist, so I let my faverite character stay alive. Though I must admit I liked Avira too, she was a sweet girl. But how am I supposed to bring someone dead back? I can't. But hey I'm done with Avira yet, so don't worry...thanks for the review last chapter (even if it was all yelling). And I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Well whoever's reading I hope you enjoy this chapter.
~Chapter 1: Midnight~
As I walked quietly down the stairs I had a bad feeling going through my gut, a feeling that I was about to see something I really don't want to but still need to find it. What did I need to find though? Well I guess I'll just find out soon, now won't I? Yup and when I reached the bottom step my stomach seemed to do flips sd the scent of blood reached my nostrils. Blood, I hate the smell of blood. My nose wrinkled up as I took a step away from the staircase, in the direction of the kitchen.
Another step and I smell as the scent of blood grows stronger, on my way to the kitchen. Is it coming from the kitchen?
I roll my eyes. No duh captain stupid, it's so obvious it is coming from the kitchen. Even with mentally scolding myself to get my mind off it I could not stop smelling it as it got stronger while I walked. A few more steps further then my stomach stopped doing flips but instead of calming down it tied up in tight knots.
Now I have a bad feeling about this. "Mom? Dad?" I called with a shaky voice.
There was no response so I walked the last few feet that lead to the kitchen doorway from the living room then took a step inside. I flipped the lightswitch by the door,...
Suddenly I couldn't move my legs nor my feet, they felt like they were made of concrete as my mind shut down, but not my eyes. My eyes were glued on the gorey scene in front of me, it sent ice up and down my spine. Why can't I move? Why are they on the floor? How come a puddle of dark red liquid is steadily growing?
Too many questions ran through my mind. Too many of those questions had their answers, answers that were right in front of me. Please let this just be a bad dream, I thought while taking a shaky step forward. Only problem is I collapsed to my knees as soon as that foot touched the linolium floor, because I saw the far off blank frightened looks in my father's hazel eyes and my mother's blue eyes. "M-Mom? D-Dad?" I squeaked like a little kid who thought they'd just saw the boogie man.
They didn't respond. OF COURSE THEY DIDN'T RESPOND, YOU IDIOT! I mentally shouted at myself. I shakily took out my phone from my pajama pocket and dialed my uncle's phone number, the uncle that doesn't live too far from where I live, Seattle.
After a few rings it went to voicemail so I hung up and tried again without thinking twice about being rude for waking him up right now at midnight. The third time I hung up and called again he actually picked up though, which was a relief. "Charlie Swan here." he said, his voice slurred with tiredness.
"Uncle Charlie." I squeaked.
There was a short pause before, "Avery! Long time no talk. How's my faverite neice?"
"Not so good, Charlie." I replied, my voice a mere whisper.
"What? Why, what's wrong?" Charlie asked.
I gulped, not really wanting to say but having to if I was to get help. "Uncle Charlie," I said. "I'm in the kitchen at my house where we live and..." I could feel myself begin to shake violently with the fear and sadness I felt.
"yes," he said after a minute, wanting me to go with worry threaded slightly into his tired voice.
"Mom and Dad, my Mom and Dad are...DEAD!" I explained quickly. "I see them now, on the floor in the kitchen with thorny vines wrapped tightly around their necks which are snapped, and blood is spilling onto the floor. What do I do Charilie? I don't know what to do."
"What?" Charlie exclaimed.
"I found them dead!" I semi-wailed, hearing my voice raise a few octives every time I spoke. "What do I do?"
There was a shaky sigh on the other end then he replied. "Calm down, go pack a backpack of some things and I'll be right over to bring you to my house. I'll call the Seattle police on my way and this all will get sorted out and whoever killed your parents will be found. Okay?"
He sounds calm. How? "O-Okay." and so I did what I was told.
A/N:
Sorry it's short, I couldn't think of much else to put in it. The next chapter will be in Embry's point of view and will be longer, so don't worry about length just yet since it's only minor writers block. Okay? Please tell me what you thought though, I would like to hear. And feel free to throw ideas of what should happen, since minor writers block has attacked me. Anyway until next time, don't poke a cactus out of boredom or at all (the prickly things on them sting like crazy when getting stuck in a finger...)