I was sitting in the car angrily, waiting for my mother to stop chatting with Mrs. McCall when I saw the two eyes, glowering at me from the darkness.
"ISABELLE!" I hissed, grabbing her shoulder and pointing at the two red eyes. They were focused on the only light in the house, where if I looked closely I could see Scott's silhouette.
Isabelle gasped, seeing what I saw through her own eyes. Her face taught with distress, she cried out, "We have to warn him!"
"Yeah, but how, we can't just go running out there!" I growled, turning back to the mysterious eyes. I expected to see them again, but I didn't. They were gone. I almost sighed in relief when I realized that instead, I saw a figure on the other side of the car slinking towards the house.
"We're out of time." I whispered, pointing to the figure.
"Why don't we just go talk to mystery person?" Isabelle asked.
"And if this mystery person attacks?" I said.
"That's why I always carry this around." Isabelle whispered smugly, pulling a pocket knife out of her hidden pocket.
"You're kidding, a pocket knife? You are SO paranoid." I sighed. Leave it to Isabelle to carry a pocket knife around. She probably had a bazooka under her bed, and maybe a machete in the closet. I made a mental note to self to check her room later on.
"Okay then... We go talk... and say this person attacks us. You drop your knife, we can't get to our phones to call 911. What do we do then?" I was now quizzing Isabelle. It was details like these that could be life-or-death.
"Well, then we yell for help. Someone will hear us. Don't worry. Anyways, this is life or death for Scott now, so we need to get a move on." Isabelle was getting frustrated, I could tell. And, personally I agreed with her. It was now or never. But I was still scarred.
"Fine." I growled, "Let's rock and roll."
We hopped out of the car quietly. I shut the door and locked silently, but I was a little concerned about the beep the car made. Thankfully, neither the mystery person, nor the parents seemed to notice. Isabelle and I jogged up to the mystery person. We weren't as concerned now about the mystery person see us, just our parents.
"Hey, you! Person!" I hissed at the stranger.
"Smooth." Isabelle whispered sarcastically.
"What ever." I growled at her.
"You!" Isabelle called out, getting the stranger's attention, "Yeah, you freeze! Um... Don't move. We called 911 and... uh... you're in trouble."
I turned to glare at Isabelle and returned her sarcastic comment, "Wow, Isabelle. You are SOOO fear inspiring."
We both turned back to the stranger, but I saw that the person was running.
"Let's catch him!" Isabelle hissed in excitement, taking off after the stranger.
"Isabelle! No!" I called after her, but it was no use and I knew I would have to catch her to convince her, so I took off after her and the stranger, sprinting forward. After making my way through all of the thick undergrowth, the stranger turned to face us. Isabelle froze, and I skidded to a halt to. Now I could see wolf like features on the stranger, who was a girl. A barefoot girl with scary looking claws and fangs. That's when I realized it was a trap. It was useless running back. I couldn't see the light of the house or make out it's dull silhouette. Isabelle pulled out her pocket knife, but there was no way we would escape... It was over for both of us.
