Chapter 4
The key rattled frantically in the lock, the door quickly opened and then slammed. There was a few moments of heavy breathing and then a light clicked on. The raven haired girl, sweat all over her body, stood with her back to the door for a while. Her hair was tangled, her skin pale. The girl wore dark makeup giving her a gothic look. She wore a small crucifix around her neck and a black bracelet with the word "Sarah" written in white. Her tight shirt was black and her jeans were a faded blue. The girl, Sarah, walked shakily to the front room and sat on the couch with a flop. She ran her hands through her hair wincing as she hit a knot.
There was a girl she saw at the Campus, someone she felt an immediate connection with, the only person all day who noticed her, and that was since she arrived in America, not just at the university. There was a single picture on the table in a frame, one of her with her foster parents. She thought back to what had lead up to here, from England.
"The top story, another dead body has been found near the old school. It is believed to be the body of school girl Alicia Watts. This follows the discoveries of the bodies of John Carver and Danny Tristock. All three bodies were found covered in blood and all three were in the middle of what looks to be an archaic symbol. Rumours are flying about that it could be witchcraft. This is Alice Chambers, BBC news."
Sarah's foster father looked at her concerned. "Sarah, people have seen you using your powers around town, I've tried to defend you but I need to know, was this you?"
Sarah started to cry, "No, I could never do that. NEVER!"
Sarah's foster mother walked over and put her arms around her. "You're going to have to get away from here Sarah, you know that?" Sarah nodded. The woman took her purse out of a bag and reached into it. "Here's all I have on me, tell me where you are and I'll send some more. Personally, I'd get out of the country."
"I can get on a plane, invisible. It would be a strain but I can hold it long enough." Sarah looked up at the couple who had cared for her since she was five, tears in her eyes. "I love you."
"We love you too, keep in touch."
Well, now Sarah had a place, she would soon have to call Gary and Beth, but what if that put them at risk? If the police knew they were receiving letters off her, and it was never past them these days to tap phones either, shit. "Looks like you're on your own Sarah," she muttered to herself, "on your own."
The key rattled frantically in the lock, the door quickly opened and then slammed. There was a few moments of heavy breathing and then a light clicked on. The raven haired girl, sweat all over her body, stood with her back to the door for a while. Her hair was tangled, her skin pale. The girl wore dark makeup giving her a gothic look. She wore a small crucifix around her neck and a black bracelet with the word "Sarah" written in white. Her tight shirt was black and her jeans were a faded blue. The girl, Sarah, walked shakily to the front room and sat on the couch with a flop. She ran her hands through her hair wincing as she hit a knot.
There was a girl she saw at the Campus, someone she felt an immediate connection with, the only person all day who noticed her, and that was since she arrived in America, not just at the university. There was a single picture on the table in a frame, one of her with her foster parents. She thought back to what had lead up to here, from England.
"The top story, another dead body has been found near the old school. It is believed to be the body of school girl Alicia Watts. This follows the discoveries of the bodies of John Carver and Danny Tristock. All three bodies were found covered in blood and all three were in the middle of what looks to be an archaic symbol. Rumours are flying about that it could be witchcraft. This is Alice Chambers, BBC news."
Sarah's foster father looked at her concerned. "Sarah, people have seen you using your powers around town, I've tried to defend you but I need to know, was this you?"
Sarah started to cry, "No, I could never do that. NEVER!"
Sarah's foster mother walked over and put her arms around her. "You're going to have to get away from here Sarah, you know that?" Sarah nodded. The woman took her purse out of a bag and reached into it. "Here's all I have on me, tell me where you are and I'll send some more. Personally, I'd get out of the country."
"I can get on a plane, invisible. It would be a strain but I can hold it long enough." Sarah looked up at the couple who had cared for her since she was five, tears in her eyes. "I love you."
"We love you too, keep in touch."
Well, now Sarah had a place, she would soon have to call Gary and Beth, but what if that put them at risk? If the police knew they were receiving letters off her, and it was never past them these days to tap phones either, shit. "Looks like you're on your own Sarah," she muttered to herself, "on your own."