I stopped and stared my glare uneasy.
"What is it Selene?" Michael asked a sound of nervousness in his voice.
"This….this is my room, how could this be….no one has entry to this room besides me no one. I reached my cold hand deep into my pockets as if for searching for something…then I felt its ruff surface against my flesh. Pulling it out it seemed to be what I was looking for, my card key sliding it into the lock on the door the mechanical dials turned and echoed in my ears as it beeped. Swiftly I pulled out my guns and passed one over to Michael on instinct.
"What are you doing? I don't know how to use this!" he stated.
"Just aim and shot don't be rash and shot whatever moved within threatening distance," I told him with determination in my voice. He nodded. I grabbed the brass handles and swung the door open the air blew past with the force of the door. Guns upheld and loaded pointed into the dept of the room. The bloody footprints lead deep into the darkness. The air smelt old and soggy.
"Gross," Michael stated. I shook to one side the smell all most too much to bear. Tightening my grip on the trigger I walked in aware of everything in seeing distance. My senses went wild at the smell I have never smelt before it was strong and seemed to be deadly; Squinting my eyes I looked around and everything was quite, the drapes blew in the wind the window wide open a pool of thick liquid was soaked into the purple rug. I bent down.
"Its blood," I stated looking up at Michael who was now standing about me everything in the room was tattered or broke and the glass lamps lay shattered across the bed. Papers and pictures blew in every direction.
"Now where do we go from here?" Michael asked uncertain almost confused to as where we were to go. He continuously looked around.
"What's that Selene?" He pointed to the brightly illuminated lab top; there in front of our faces was a young woman who looked like she was in her early 20's, black waist length hair, green eyes, and a vacant expression.
"They must be after her," I stated.
"Come on!" I yelled running out of the room into the hallway, running down over the creaky wooden steps. Michael followed and feel down through the forth step. I grabbed his hand and lifted him out almost without any effort.
"Come on Michael we have to hurry before they get to her before us," I yelled skipping steps. Quickly looking around I grabbed the car keys from the rack and took of into the garage.
"Slow down!" Michael panted after me. Ignoring his compliant I pressed the button on the keys a nearby car sprung into life. I climbed in through the window hesitant to leave at once. Michael climbed in and I slammed on the gas.
"Do you even know where you're going?" Michael asked a little bit hesitant.
"1276 Elm Drive," I stated.
"But Selene that is all the way on the other side of town at least a hour drive and this is rush hour do you honestly think you're going to make it in the time you're stretching it for?" he asked.
"Yes, if I take a few minor short cuts," I smirked turning in towards the train station.
"You're not going to…" he stated as I hit the gas up the railway now I am cutting my time in half!" I yelled smirking the smell of burnt rubber filled the car as the screeching of the metal against the rails.
"You're going to ruin your car!" Michael yelled.
"This isn't my car!" I answered.
"I honestly don't care what happens to it," I added. Pulling into the driveway of the young girl's home we saw that the house doors where open the whole place had a dead sort of feeling to it.
"They've been here," Michael stated his head in the air.
"I know," I answered in an arrogant sort of way. He rolled his eyes. I grabbed my gun from its holder on my waist and ran into the house arms raised. And as I swung around the corner…..