Short Stories

Six

Plucking back the old bow and shooting the arrow into the ground, just as a tease. She obviously did not understand the velocity of the moment at hand. I got angered and shot again, except with more rage that ran through my nerves and the metal veins of the steal arrow.

She squealed seeing the arrow point out of her calf. I smiled, seeing the pain hit her stomach, but she held in the vile as her face held a more putrid kind of look.

I sighed. This is almost the only way to relieve myself of stress.

I crept out of my second perch in the two hours that she'd been walking, I like to keep my distance. Sure enough, I hounded her towards an old house, not knowing if anyone had previously occupied it within the last forty-eight hours.

I snuck onto the street and sprinted toward the old shack of a house. A small candle-lit figure roamed.
By the time Lucy Hallo arrives at their darkened doorstep, she will be in for a sight she will never be able to un-see. 
I try to turn the knob. The lock on the other side is preventing myself to invade.

How strange.

I plummet my hand into the nearest potted plant, closest to the door, and nothing I feel has the shape of a key. I lift the mat, looking for the cliché 'hide-the-key-under-the-door-mat' trick.
Nothing.

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His hesitation was making me nervous. As my keys hovered over my empty Palm, I looked up at his face before flickering my eyes back to my keys.

"Could you give me my keys?" I asked.
I really hope this guy isn't related to any type of recent crimes. After all, there already has been one abduction of one of my used-to-be close friends.

He rolled his eyes in thought," I was actually wondering if you'd like to come in and warm up for a while. I heard it's not very nice to leave beautiful women and kick them out. Come with me."

He started walking, so I followed. Soon I caught up to his side, still afraid to talk.

He thinks I'm beautiful? I smiled at the thought, knowing I shouldn't let it get to my head.

Wait, how old does he think I am? How old is he?

I finally got some courage to ask him a question, even though I've been talking to him for the past five minutes without hesitation. Why am I scared now?

"So how old are you?"

"Making sure I'm available? Well, I'm twenty and single, as hard as that is to believe... and you?

"I am eighteen going on nineteen," I stated proudly,"... And single."

Why did I include that last part?

He gave me a little smile.

"I see you're not that much younger than me, are you?"

I guess not.
I blushed and looked away. When I did, I saw two orange headlight trail slowly near the fence line. I heard one eager door slam and the lock of the doors.

Whoever did this, they can hooting and hollering toward us. I got scared and went and hid behind the big guy. Hen it occurred to me that I didn't even know his name.

"Excuse me, sir. You're on private property, and you have a weapon at hand. Please leave now before I call the police."

The guy has a weapon, and I didn't see it? Oh jeez I'm blind.
I heard his wooping and hollering still, but even closer.