Magic Murder [on hold]

Chapter 1

Heart pounding in my chest, the exhilaration thrilling me. Adrenaline pumping madly throughout my body. The familiar feeling still gives me butterflies, even after all this time. A large grin spreads across my face as I swiftly climb up to the window sill. I take one last look behind me and slide out the window, my long, jet-black hair flying out behind me as I land perfectly on my feet on the dark streets below. I turn and wait for the familiar sounds of footsteps that mean the officers have finally caught on, and cautiously turn around. The officers come charging around he corner, tiny metal guns trained in my direction. A shrill laugh escapes my lips, as the officers take a few steps forward, terror clearly evident in their eyes.

I begin to walk towards them, large, slow steps, and their guns begin to shake, their hands trembling. This is what it's like to be feared. I slowly lift my hand, and much to the officers' surprise, purple sparks come flying out, landing in splats on the damp ground in front of me, each landing with a small sizzle. More and more sparks begin to emerge, forming a rotating, portal like space, in which I stepped into. The officers look around wildly for a few seconds, when I finally reappear behind them. I hear a few panicked screams and a loud gunshot. I look down at my black clothes to see if I had managed to pull it off.

I had.

The bullet had passed straight through me, no pain or bloodied hole left behind. I rather enjoyed playing with people's minds, seeing them trembling with fear, it made me feel better, superior. I ran at the remaining officers, causing them to cower behind their guns, and right before I hit them, create a second swirling vortex and leap into it, closing it behind me in a puff of spiralling smoke and sparks.

***

The portal takes me back home, the place I love most. I undress myself and hastily shove the black clothes into the washing machine. "No one can find these.." I mutter to myself. I get dressed into my pink, fluffy pajamas with little white bunnies on them, and walk over to the mirror beside my bed. I stare at myself, watching how the pajamas flopped around in the breeze from my open window. I look up at my face and still realise I have my mask on. I stare at the mask, covering the top half of my face with intricate white designs scrawled over the black material. It was pretty old, and I've had it for God knows how long, I'm pretty sure it belonged to some random family member way long ago up the family tree. They'd probably be mad at what I was using it for now, but hey, who cares right? They're all dead anyway.

I sigh and remove the mask from my face and place it too in the washing machine. I turn it on, then slide into my bed, and fall asleep as soon as my head hits the soft pillow.

***

I wake to the tremendously annoying beeping sound of my alarm. Beep, beep, beep, beep.
"Ok, ok! I'm getting there," I say drowsily. I groggily open my eyes and see the room flooded with light. I suck in a shark breath as the light stings my eyes. I must have forgotten to close the window last night. Beep, beep, beep, beep. It was still going. I muster enough courage to leave the warmth of the covers of my bed and slam my hand on the snooze button. That ought to do it. Now that my eyes have adjusted, I look around the room. It's a fairly large room, painted lilac from when I was obsessed with purple. It was the colour of Henry the Octopus, off the TV show The Wiggles. He was my favourite character, so I decided to paint heaps of stuff purple in his honour. It's a bit silly, but I was only 11 when I moved here. I'm 18 now, so that's seven years. I haven't exactly had a mother or father figure in my life for a number of years now, and I can't remember what its like to actually have one. I would grieve for them, but I hardly remember them, so why grieve something you don't know? The only family member I really remember is my older brother, Cameron. I haven't talked to him since a year or so after our mother and father died. I was 9, and Cameron was 13. Cameron had kind of taken ownership of our parents house, and I hated it. It was an abusive relationship, with him always hitting me or using other things to harm me, as well as sexually abusing me. Then after 2 years I finally escaped him. He had traumatised me to the point where I couldn't take it anymore.

I get out of bed and strip myself down to just my underwear. I wander around the room looking for my short school skirt and white school T-shirt. After a few minutes of searching, I finally found them, buried under a random pile of multi-coloured socks. I walk back over to the mirror and tug my skirt on. The skirt was doing pretty well, considering this was my last year of high school, and I've had this skirt for a long time now. It's blue and red, in a tartan pattern, and sits just above the mid-thigh line. It's fairly short, but I don't really mind, seeing I'm pretty skinny and tanned. Being part of the populars, it is kind of my job to be model thin and wear super short skirts. I shove my arms through the sleeve holes and start to button up my shirt, from the bottom of course. I find I never accidentally put buttons in the wrong holes that way, when my fingers brush against the long, white scar across my stomach. I stared at it for a bit, and looked at how it stood out abruptly against my olive skin. It was a reminder of what Cameron had done. I shake my head and continue to dress myself, grabbing a handful of coins on the way out the door to pay for my lunch.

I don't know why I didn't just portal to school, but I guess I just liked driving, also people would probably figure out the connection between me and all the murders that have been committed lately. I run down the driveway and press the button to unlock my car. It's metallic red paint shines in the sun, and I find myself squinting as I open the car and jump in. I'm greeted by that new car smell, the one that smells like leather and something else hard to describe. I let out a shaky breath as I sit on the black leather seats. They were absolutely freezing. I start the car and turn the seat-warmer knob up to full power. I remember when I used to call the seat-warmers "hot pies" when I went driving and my parents let me sit in the front, because it was like you were sitting on a hot pie. Logic, right?

After the heater starts up, I finally uncurl myself from the ball I was in and begin the short drive to school. The sun shining down through the windshield and the radio blaring my favourite song - King, by Years and Years. I'll admit, I'm not that great at singing, but I do it anyway. I pull up in the school parking lot when I see a large truck barrelling towards me. I panic as it charges towards the side of my car. I let out a loud scream as the screech of tyres come closer and closer and I brace myself for impact.

A/N
Hey anyone who actually reads this :)
This is the start of my new book and I hope you all enjoy it. It's gets more exciting I promise ;)
Stay tuned for more updates because it's the school holidays now and I have nothing to do but read and write so yeah :)
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