A week ago Trisha had been checking up on me when a sudden pain woke me up. My knuckels felt like the were slowly being dripped in acid. I clenched my other hand till another strong pain in my knuckles erupted, it felt like fire was spreading throughout my knuckles. Soon after a warm tingling seeped up my hands. I looked down and was shocked at what I saw. Blood was spilling out of my knuckles, and sprouting out of the ripped flesh was three bones. These bones were slowly growing out of my hands, the pain growing with them. When the pain stopped they had grown to the size of my four arm. They looked like claws. My aunt whom had been terrified screamed and pushed away from me, running into the kitchen. That was the first and last time it had happened, neither her nor I had spoken since then. I knew my life with her was over. She didn't want to keep the freak. That's when she called up a man named Robert Singer.
And now it was happening again. Three long white claws were ripping my knuckles in half as they tried to escape from their fleshy cage. The pain was still there. Not nearly as painful as the first time. The hand on my arm loosened, John jumped up in fright. I wasn't even sacred any more. Being like this felt natural. I felt in control and angry, not a smart mix. Dominance started to take over and my mouth worked without using my mind.
"Don't touch me." My voice sounded like a feral animal. Not something a four year old should be capable of. "Next time you'll lose your arm."
John seemed to have gotten over the initial shock and proceeded to take a step in front of my aunt. I hadn't noticed put he had pulled a pistol from the waist band of his jeans. And now it was aiming at me. He continued to aim the barrel of the gun at my head. "Get out of her you bastard." He said with disgust. This confused me enough that he got the upper hand and shoved me against the wall. He started mumbling something in a language I didn't understand. My aunt then started screaming.
"What in the hell are you doing? John she's a child put that thing down, for heavens sake John, she's your child at that." Trisha was screaming trying to pry his arms from me. He shoved her off of him like she was a pest. This made my anger flare again. I pushed with all my strength against his body, flinging him all the way across the room and into a wall. Trisha looked at me horrified and scared. She scurried over to John and tried to wake him up. Regret went through me as I made my way over towards them. Trisha looked at me scared and held up her hands.
"What are you?" she screamed. I looked at her confused again, and tried to move towards her. I tried to help her off the floor, but I didn't notice that the claws were still out and were coming extremely close to her face. She screamed and got up an ran towards the kitchen. Inside I could hear her on the phone with someone. I was to intent on listening to them talking that I hadn't notice John got up, until he slammed into me. My head hit the floor with a crunch and my vision got blurry. Again John started to talk in the weird language. Grabbing some type of vial from his pocket and splashing it onto my face. It burned my eyes, John seemed to take this as a good sign and continued. Finally I couldn't take it any more, my anger and pain built up and my claws rammed into his shoulder. He screamed in agony and sprung off of me nursing his wounded shoulder. I started to run for the door when all the sudden it burst open. A teen with short brown hair and flared nostrils aimed a gun at me. Another gun was aimed at me, this time from a younger child with shaggy brown hair and sparkling green eyes. He also look very angry. The older teen looked from my bloody hands and claws to John, who was wallowing on the floor in blood.
" You little bitch!" He screamed aiming again at my head. Panicked I turned to run when a large bang exploded. A force hit the back of my head and knocked me to the floor. The pain was excruciating. Even worse than when my claws had grown in. It felt like worms were diging into various parts of my brain. Black splotches formed in my vision. Suddenly there was a loud scream.
"NO!" The voice sounded like Johns but I couldn't be sure because that when the darkness consumed me.
I didn't want to stop here.
The black never left. Sometimes it would let me hear but I never managed to open my eyes. Sometimes I heard strange voices, with strange names, crying and calling out to me.
Sometime they were "I'm sorry" coming from a voice I didn't recognize. Other times it was a full grown man sadly, telling me I looked like my mother. But my favorite was when I got to listen to a full conversation.
"Dad I'm so sorry I didn't know." a voice said.
"Don't apologize to me boy, apologize to her. I know it wasn't your fault but you're lucky she's still alive, god knows how. Who shoots a child anyway! Something is really off about this kid. Those damn rock salt rounds should have killed her, she's five for crisis sake how the hell did it not take her head off." The man, I think was John, said again.
"Maybe we should take it to Bobby's and put it into the safe room." The voice sounded so agonized.
"Dammit she's not an it for god sake what the hell is wrong with you she's your sister." A different, younger voice said. His voice was higher than the others believing me to think he was younger. I wondered if they were talking about me.
"Sammy, that thing is not my sister, it's some evil sick thing that took over a five year old girl that may or may not be dads kid." The middle voice sounded again. That was pretty harsh.
"Dean! I don't care what the hell is in it. That face, those eyes, is part of your blood. Just like me." I was starting to like this higher voice he seemed nicer.
"No, Sammy he's right, this isn't your sister. She's gone just like her mother and yours. This is something else." This time John spoke up after his rant I heard scuffing of angry footsteps leading away.
"See Sam, it's not one of us. It's an it and until we find a way to either save her or kill it, it's going to remain that way to me." The middle voice then walked away just like John. Dang this family really likes emphasizing the word it.
"Don't worry, they may not believe that you're human but I do. I'll take care of you." The younger voice 'Sammy' then started to read something out loud to me. I swear I could almost cry. No matter what his family said he still didn't believe something unnatural like me was evil. He believed I was human. I decided he had to be young, that innocence and blind faith could not be from a wise man. After my conclusion I started to get sleepy. Closing my eyes, I was taken to a place with out any more scary thing.
This is chapter two. hope you all liked it. Sorry it took awhile for it to come out. To make up for this i am posting chapter 3 tonight. Thank you all.
