Chapter Twenty-Seven – In the Dark of the Night

The night was deathly silent that night. One could hear another's eyes opening and closing, in a motion called blinking. Then softly, in the distance, thunder rumbled. Rain began pelting down to the ground, until the night was silent no more. The darkness was filled with loud booms of thunder, the crack of lightning, and the sound of the rain. It was the perfect time for someone to break in, the weather's commotion covering the racket as they pried open a screen, and slid into the house. That was exactly what one man was doing.

She had been sleeping peacefully, our dearest water guardian. Her blankets tossed carelessly over her body and the gentle rhythm of her breathing was a peaceful sight. Her tranquil state did not last, unfortunately. After an extremely loud clap of thunder, she bolted straight up.

Irma blinked around the room, her heart pounding against her chest. Even though she had done well with coping with the unfortunate event that happened that past June, her fear of being alone in the dark still brought her the creeps. As a flash of lightning lit the sky, outside her window, realization came over her. She sighed, as she sat back, to the comfort of her pillow. It was only a thunderstorm. Her heart slowed down, until a few seconds later, when she swore she could hear someone downstairs.

She sat up once again, heart racing wildly. With a quick flick of her wrist, the rain ceased its pounding above her head. Thanks to her powers, the night was quieted, and she was sure someone was attempting to break in her house. Whoever was downstairs was making quite a racket, and she could hear the muffled curse words.

Instinctively, Irma stood up. She had found herself in a terrible situation, again. Irma had three choices laid before her. She could just sit there doing absolutely nothing, waiting for the man to come upstairs. And then what would happen? Would she be raped again? That was completely out of the question. Sitting there would be useless. There was also the option of awakening her father. He would know what to do. He WAS a police officer after all. Her father had a gun did he not? He would know the best way out of a situation like this.

But NO. Irma refused to put her father's life in danger. What if the person downstairs was dangerous? What he KILLED her father? No that was certainly out of the question.

Then there was the obvious answer. She could take her father's gun – she knew where he hid it – and take down the guy herself. She was a guardian, after all. Irma could protect herself. All she worried about was putting the children in danger. She shook her head. It was the only answer. If she died, she wouldn't be alive to blame herself for another's death.

Her mind finally made up, Irma crept from her room and slunk into her parent's. With a loud and disgusted sigh, she opened her father's underwear drawer. Using Anna's blouse as a glove, Irma fished through her father's boxers – how very nasty – until she found the assortment of guns in the back. Irma randomly picked one, and closed the drawer. With a glance at her father and stepmother snuggling together in their sleep, on their bed, Irma left their bedroom.

Her feet led her to the stairs, where the sound of the man grunting could be heard. She was sure her heart was going to burst from her chest. With strange gracefulness Irma padded down the steps, until she could see the man prying open one of the living room window screens. Irma could make nothing of his features, because the man was wearing the typical black body suit and ski mask. The typical unoriginal villain – this would be easy.

With one final heave, the man opened the screen and in a second, he was in. He gave laugh to the window, and muttered angrily to the window, as if it was a living, breathing thing. Irma rolled her eyes, despite how truly inappropriate it was.

The dark figure stood and looked towards the stairs, where Irma stood. Irma's aqua eyes meet his icy blue ones, and Irma felt as if they were familiar, like she should know them, but she couldn't, not at the moment.

The man laughed, and terrible laugh, that sent chills down her spin. "I was hoping I would meet you here, my love." He laughed again, as he said those words.

Irma felt as if someone's very cold finger was traveling down her spine at his words. Her brows furrowed, it took all of her strength not to show her fear and say, "Stay where you are."

He laughed, and Irma flushed. It bothered her the way he laughed. "And what are you going to do if I don't, my little passion flower." He said. His last words were said with a sort of mocking tone. The way he said it was no were near to the way Martin had said those words, as he proclaimed his 'love' to Irma a year before. He seemed be mocking both her and Martin.

"I'll shoot." Irma snapped with confidence. She pulled out the gun from behind her back, and aimed it at him, acting as if she knew how to handle a gun.

Once again, Irma's ear drums had to endure his terrible laughter. Irma found herself only able to glower with anger that the man.

"My, my, only you can make my laugh with such vigor, dearest. You and your stupidity always got me." He cackled.

Irma clenched her fists together, and was about to make a snappy retort, when suddenly, the man was standing right before. Now Irma was within full view of this wretched man.

She could picture a horrible, crooked smirk under his mask, as he spoke, "Ah… You are pregnant… good." He laughed his darned laugh again. This man was getting on her nerves now. The man pulled closer, until he had to tilt his head to get any closer, and suddenly he pulled his mask up to only reveal his lips, and his lips captured hers. The man held her, as he kissed her forcefully, his tongue entering her mouth. Irma stood paralyzed, and made no move to stop him, fear evident all across her lovely face.

When Irma could feel the man's hand pushing his way down into her pajama bottoms, she regained control of her body. She used the gun, shooting wildly, as she shoved the man back. The gun had missed the man entirely, and now her television screen was cracked, which would mean no more Boy Comet for a while, but the shooting had shaken the mad for enough time for Irma to get the upper hand.

Using her guardian strength, Irma forced the man to the ground, pressing the gun to his back. He allowed himself to be shoved, as if the turn of events did nothing to change his pride. Irma straddled the man's back, and pinned him down, for an hour, until her shouts woke her father. It made no difference that her father was there to help her take him downtown. The mad escaped into the early morning, promising he would be back for Irma.

Author Note – So sorry it took so long to update. I have a long list of reasons way, including, some of the events in this chapter really happened (someone broke into my house, while we were upstairs sleeping) and I only got one review. I was so sad… I also had writers block. Perhaps the man stealing my mom's purse had its good thing to it. This chapter was also I good peak at the sequel I plan to write. I am really sorry. And I have been writing this story for a year! My how time flies…

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