It was dawn, and quiet. Too quiet.
Catching her breath she tightly closed her eyes, trying to rid the images of the man with the durag closing in on her from her nightmare. It was terrifying.
Then something caught her attention: a noise. Loud, echoing voices coming from downstairs. Looking around for a defensive weapon she spotted a sharp edged piece of broken glass. It was about half an inch thick, and appeared to be from the window beside the bed that was letting the sunlight pour inside.
Scooping it up off the top of the messy dresser she kicked the dirty sheets to the end of the bed, heaving herself gradually to the old carpet.
Curling her fingers aound the glass she tip toed to the slightly ajar door, pushing the rotting wood open with it creaking in the sudden movement. The voices grew more audible and clear.
"Kristian! You know we shouldn't be here!" a girl's voice hissed with fear.
Kristian chuckled. "C'mon, babe! Live a little!
The girl scoffed as Izzy smoothly proceeded down the stairs. When she neared the bottom she halted, and peered out into the kitchen. Standing near the counter was a tall brunette boy with his arm placed over a blonde girl's shoulders, a grin on his face while hers was etched in panic.
"Live a little?! LIVE A LITTLE?!" the girl whispered ecstatically, clinging to Kristian as if her life depended on it- which, it technically did. "Are you fucking insane?!"
Kristian siched at his girlfriend's anxiety. "Elaina-"
"No! Don't even!" Elaina snapped with a glare. "You know who lives here! He's going to kill us!"
Izzy froze as Kristian retorted in a laid back tone, "Relax, sweetheart. That freak Michael-" Izzy took a sharp let silent intake of breath, muscles tensing under skin, heart pounding in her eardrums, fingers tightly gripping the glass so hard her knuckles were white.
"-ain't gunna lay a hand on us," Kristian finished.
"Promise?" Elaina asked.
"Promise," Kristian swore. Abruptedly the open back door slammed shut, making both jump about a foot in suprise and Izzy smirk deviously.
He might have hurt people, but he didn't hurt me, she thought. He saved me from that scary man. He must have reason. These people shouldn't be here. It's Mike's home, not their's.
In one quick movement she leaped down the last four steps onto the floor, straightened up, reared her glass weilding arm back like a baseball pitcher, and threw it directly at Elaina.
It punctured her forehead and cracked through her skull, penetrating her brain. She went limp and fell to the floor in a dead heap of her own blood.
"Elaina!" Kristian cried, staring wide- eyed in shock at her dead figure. He then cleched his fists and scowled feircly at Izzy, who was standing her ground with determination.
"You killed her you little brat!" Kristian screamed, lunging at her. What happened next happened so fast neither knew what the cause was until afterward.