"So, you're not even capable of answering the door anymore?" Nina said
looking down at Jake on the floor. He tripped over his own feet, and fell
while trying to get the door. She walked over to get the door, as she
opened it she heard "Hi, I'm selling cookies for our school. Would you like
to buy some?" a short girl, about ten asked.
"Uh, no thanks."
"Ok, bye!" the girl said running down the walkway.
"Well, uh, where were we anyway?" Jake asked while standing up.
"Huh?" Nina asked "Oh! Okay." She walked over to him and grabbed his hand "Well," she started rocking back and forth.
*Knock Knock*
"I said no." Nina said as she walked back to the door, before she even got a chance to really open it, a man burst in.
"Whoa!" Nina exclaimed as she hit the ground "What? Who are you!" She shouted at the man.
"I'm an old friend." The tall man said. He had a big scar on his face, and some burn marks on his hands.
"But, I…" Nina stood up and looked closer at the man "You, you're-"
"That's right." He interrupted "You remember me huh? Well, it's time you did. I don't know how you would forget."
"You died though, no one knew how, some weird fire, or something." Nina said, sounding very shocked
"I didn't, but I almost did, until Alana's father came to my aid." He told her walking closer. "He helped me stay alive."
"How! Didn't he-I'm confused!" Nina said putting her hands on her head.
"Get out of here!" Jake yelled, stepping up to the man. "Nina, go back to Claire's, and call the police, just get out of here."
"No! I'm not going anywhere." Nina said, keeping her eyes on the tall man.
"It wouldn't do you any good to go back there," the tall man said "By now they are all dead, including your sister."
"What sister?!" Nina shouted at him "I don't have a sister!"
"Not by name, but by blood you do."
"Wait, what do you mean everyone's dead! Jake exclaimed, snapping back into reality "They can't be, we just left, you…they…" Jake said, sounding like he was going into some kind of trauma.
"I'm going back there." Nina said as she ran towards the back door.
"I don't think that's a good idea," the man said
"Why's that?" Nina said with some real attitude.
"Because, when you get back, he'll be dead too."
"What?" Nina said
"I suggest you stick around." Nina walked over to Jake and didn't know what to do anymore.
When Alana woke up, at least it seemed like she woke up, she was standing over a big, bloody mess. "What happened?!" Alana said with shock.
"You don't know?" Chris asked, sounding shaken up "You killed him, you tore him to shreds!"
"I…did?" Alana said looking down at what used to be a man
"Yeah." Claire said, she looked scared, so did everyone else. They all were looking at her like she was some freak.
"Well, what should we do with…that." Chris said looking at the dead man.
No one spoke. No body knew what to do. They never had this kind of problem before.
Alana still couldn't believe it, she did that, she killed him. It was a little hard to believe. She didn't remember anything, nothing at all. It was like she passed out, did it happen so fast that she didn't remember. If she really thought about it, she could see it happening, but it didn't seem real, it seemed like a big blur, like some kind of weird dream. Besides, that man, he seemed familiar, but she still couldn't place why.
Nina and Jake had been sitting on the couch for only twenty minutes, when the phone rang. It continued to ring, then the man told Jake to pick it up. He ran over, and picked it up, hoping there was still someone on the line. "Hello?" he said frantically
"Hey." A man's voice answered. He couldn't place it, but it sounded familiar. "You guys should probably leave town for a while, I think it would be best for all of us."
"wait, why?" Jake asked, suddenly feeling like there was something very wrong.
"Well, there was….uh……an accident." The man who was thought to be Chris said. He sounded very uneasy.
"what kind of an 'accident'?" Jake asked.
"There was a man that was here, he…well, he died."
"Alright, we'll meet you back there?" Jake asked
"Yeah" Chris replied "See ya then."
"bye." And Jake hung up the phone.
Nina then stood up, and asked "What was that all about?"
"uh, Claire was wondering if we were coming back." Jake replied.
Nina stood up and walked to the back of the house, through the kitchen, she said she was going to get something to drink. The man figured she knew Jake would be killed if she left, so she wouldn't do that.
Nina began to think. Who was that man, f he was who she thought, there wasn't any possible way he could be alive, especially with that big fire that he was in. She thought harder, she had an argument with him, years ago, then, she doesn't remember anything after that, but she was in a fire at his house, but walked away perectly fine, come to think of it, she couldn't think of a time that she had a scratch, burn, or bruise.
Thinkin of why they had the argument, she became angry. He said that she wasn't capable of living on her own, or even doing anything by herself, how she needed him to ever move on in life. How without him, she would be a failure. That made her quite angry.
Her hands started to feel warm, and tingly, just thinking about it, then the house was on fire, and she and Jake were running out the door, and getting away from there.
"Uh, no thanks."
"Ok, bye!" the girl said running down the walkway.
"Well, uh, where were we anyway?" Jake asked while standing up.
"Huh?" Nina asked "Oh! Okay." She walked over to him and grabbed his hand "Well," she started rocking back and forth.
*Knock Knock*
"I said no." Nina said as she walked back to the door, before she even got a chance to really open it, a man burst in.
"Whoa!" Nina exclaimed as she hit the ground "What? Who are you!" She shouted at the man.
"I'm an old friend." The tall man said. He had a big scar on his face, and some burn marks on his hands.
"But, I…" Nina stood up and looked closer at the man "You, you're-"
"That's right." He interrupted "You remember me huh? Well, it's time you did. I don't know how you would forget."
"You died though, no one knew how, some weird fire, or something." Nina said, sounding very shocked
"I didn't, but I almost did, until Alana's father came to my aid." He told her walking closer. "He helped me stay alive."
"How! Didn't he-I'm confused!" Nina said putting her hands on her head.
"Get out of here!" Jake yelled, stepping up to the man. "Nina, go back to Claire's, and call the police, just get out of here."
"No! I'm not going anywhere." Nina said, keeping her eyes on the tall man.
"It wouldn't do you any good to go back there," the tall man said "By now they are all dead, including your sister."
"What sister?!" Nina shouted at him "I don't have a sister!"
"Not by name, but by blood you do."
"Wait, what do you mean everyone's dead! Jake exclaimed, snapping back into reality "They can't be, we just left, you…they…" Jake said, sounding like he was going into some kind of trauma.
"I'm going back there." Nina said as she ran towards the back door.
"I don't think that's a good idea," the man said
"Why's that?" Nina said with some real attitude.
"Because, when you get back, he'll be dead too."
"What?" Nina said
"I suggest you stick around." Nina walked over to Jake and didn't know what to do anymore.
When Alana woke up, at least it seemed like she woke up, she was standing over a big, bloody mess. "What happened?!" Alana said with shock.
"You don't know?" Chris asked, sounding shaken up "You killed him, you tore him to shreds!"
"I…did?" Alana said looking down at what used to be a man
"Yeah." Claire said, she looked scared, so did everyone else. They all were looking at her like she was some freak.
"Well, what should we do with…that." Chris said looking at the dead man.
No one spoke. No body knew what to do. They never had this kind of problem before.
Alana still couldn't believe it, she did that, she killed him. It was a little hard to believe. She didn't remember anything, nothing at all. It was like she passed out, did it happen so fast that she didn't remember. If she really thought about it, she could see it happening, but it didn't seem real, it seemed like a big blur, like some kind of weird dream. Besides, that man, he seemed familiar, but she still couldn't place why.
Nina and Jake had been sitting on the couch for only twenty minutes, when the phone rang. It continued to ring, then the man told Jake to pick it up. He ran over, and picked it up, hoping there was still someone on the line. "Hello?" he said frantically
"Hey." A man's voice answered. He couldn't place it, but it sounded familiar. "You guys should probably leave town for a while, I think it would be best for all of us."
"wait, why?" Jake asked, suddenly feeling like there was something very wrong.
"Well, there was….uh……an accident." The man who was thought to be Chris said. He sounded very uneasy.
"what kind of an 'accident'?" Jake asked.
"There was a man that was here, he…well, he died."
"Alright, we'll meet you back there?" Jake asked
"Yeah" Chris replied "See ya then."
"bye." And Jake hung up the phone.
Nina then stood up, and asked "What was that all about?"
"uh, Claire was wondering if we were coming back." Jake replied.
Nina stood up and walked to the back of the house, through the kitchen, she said she was going to get something to drink. The man figured she knew Jake would be killed if she left, so she wouldn't do that.
Nina began to think. Who was that man, f he was who she thought, there wasn't any possible way he could be alive, especially with that big fire that he was in. She thought harder, she had an argument with him, years ago, then, she doesn't remember anything after that, but she was in a fire at his house, but walked away perectly fine, come to think of it, she couldn't think of a time that she had a scratch, burn, or bruise.
Thinkin of why they had the argument, she became angry. He said that she wasn't capable of living on her own, or even doing anything by herself, how she needed him to ever move on in life. How without him, she would be a failure. That made her quite angry.
Her hands started to feel warm, and tingly, just thinking about it, then the house was on fire, and she and Jake were running out the door, and getting away from there.