Assassinated

CHAPTER 2

Taking hurried but cautious footsteps I rushed in. I watched my own hands struggle against the door as I finally pushed it open.

The hall was the darkest it could be. It was very warm inside. I switched on the night light on the nightstand, it spread just enough light for me to make things out.

There was not a single stain of mud on the rich red carpet below my feet. I picked up a vase lying nearby, just to be prepared if anyone attacked.

There was this strange feeling that I got when I stepped in. The curtains had not been touched.

Nervous but confident at the same time, I took a step. I could hear my heart beating in the eerie silence. Taking one more step cautiously I glanced around the hall again and that's when it happened before I could hit the person behind me with the vase in my hand he grabbed me by my shoulder, pressing his hard thumb on my neck causing my body to completely paralyze.

It was a man, I could tell by the part of the hand visible on my shoulder. He had a rough black suit on.

A ring was fastened on his middle finger.

He pressed harder and I was fainting. The floor beneath me was swaying. I shot one last glance at the ring on the man's finger before darkness consumed me completely.

My eyes slightly parted. I could barely move my fingers. I shifted my gaze up to the vintage clock hanging on the wall. It had been 5 hrs. since I had passed out. DAMN! I picked up my half-paralyzed body from the floor.

I looked all over the house. Nothing had been touched. Not a single thing had been moved, everything was as it was before he attacked me. I rushed to Dad's bedroom to see if anything was missing but it was all untouched.

That's when it struck me the intruder had not come for money but something else, maybe me. But then why would someone come for me and go away without kidnapping me? Strange! also, why would anyone come for me? I called Dad as soon as I could and he assured me he would be home in a few. He called the cops until then but they could do nothing since there was no damage done. In fact, there was no proof of him ever being here. 

I tried remembering what exactly had happened before I passed out, but all I could remember was an image of his hand and that weird ring on his finger. It was platinum I could tell by the glow, and a blue round sapphire shone proudly on it with a v-shaped diamond lining at the corners, it looked perfect and expensive. The sapphire had an initial 'S' on it. The scratch marks on the ring indicated that it was an old jewel. It was a signet ring, I concluded.