She trekked to the warehouse, the dead grass scraping her legs, but her only concern was getting there as fast as she could, so she could get back, before her mother came home.
The rain came down. Down. Down. Sarah was nearly there, when she heard a noise, coming from the ware house. A noise, that sounded like something, was trapped. She could hear pounding, and shaking. She walked fast, she was on the verge of running when.....the noise stopped. She stooped. Then she heard a great big thump, like an animal, that had gone from standing and it's hind legs to crouching. With a thump. She felt as if, if she used her "powers" now......they might work. But she was to intrigued, to the noises.
When she reached the door, she heard a bang. She didn't know what it was, but she grasped the frame of the already opened door. She peered inside. Boxes unstructured her view of mostly everything, but the air seemed.....disturbed. She stepped in, the rust on the walls and door, made her more unsure, but she knew, what she had been hearing, was a struggle.
She walked past the boxes, and saw a large room, with heavy looking steel rafters. There was only one light source, a small hole in the room. She saw something in the corner. A large metal "being" was crouched down. But behind the "being" was a young man. She didn't have time to think, if she waited any longer the thing would rip the boy apart. She raised the flair gun, nearly dropping twice. She held it at eye level and looked down the short orange barrel. As the rain came down. Down. Down.
She shot. The world was in slow motion. The flair took off. The creature was hit. The flair became lodged in its spikes, and it gave a metallic groan, and stood, on its hind legs. The "being" turned around. Pressing it's self low to the ground, then charged at her. She felt like a statue. She felt, that even if she tried to move, she was a goner. But her feet knew what cm to do. She spun around, nearly falling on the smooth, cement floor. She rain out, into the rain, she could hear the "being" close behind her, clawing at the ground, to try to get closer to the small girl. She ran. Faster than she has ever ran. She felt her heart pleading her to quit, but stopping, would end her life. Running through the dead grass, towards the familiar; she only wished her mother wounded be home. She ran, and once she reached her home, she ran around to the side, and swung open the side door, into the kitchen drenched in grey light. She slammed the door with enough force, to send some mirrors to the floor. Seven years bad luck, she thought, but she didnt care, she'd be alive for the next seven years.
She sat on the couch, watching the storm, and hoping the boy had gotten out. Suddenly, she remembered he was the boy that had almost shot her to start with. She shivered at the thought of the incident, and closed her eyes.
