Inheritance

Prologue

Sam was sitting in the shotgun of her father's car, contemplating the peculiar phenomenon that was her cousin. Luke was a great guy, don't get her wrong, but strange things happened when she was around him. Things that came straight of Harry Potter, if you know what that's supposed to mean. Luke was a super secretive guy and although he was one of the friendliest people Sam had ever known, it was pretty suspicious. You'd see him at meal times and sometimes, (to be read- very very rarely) in between them. Sam had these 'phenomenal' , as people generally described it, observation skills. Like the kind of things that freak people out, such as their ticks and all. Luke had this habit of appearing at most convenient times and he barely made any noise when he did come. It was almost like a ghost. Then, there were the small things like things conveniently appearing when needed and his extreme paranoia. Every time he enters the room, he looks at all the exits and when there is only one, he shuffles around the room and bites his lips more frequently, which led Sam to the conclusion of paranoia.

There was also the incident when Sam was really young and she found Luke playing with the ice from the fridge. Instead of screaming from the chillness, it almost seemed to calm him. Whatever it may be, Sam was determined to find this time. Her Uncle Neil was a complete couch potato so there would most definitely be no interruption from him. With her mind set, Sam tried to focus on something else.

However, her mind had other ideas and came wandering back to the problem at hand. Suddenly, a picture flashed through her mind. Luke holding a wand, like the ones from Harry Potter and saying, "Expelliarmus!" Sam burst out laughing at the image. Her father turned his head, looked at her and when she shook her head, turned back to the road with a sigh. You see, Luke was the olive skinned, big, burly guy who looked like a thug. He was 6 feet tall and extremely ripped. Seeing an image of big Luke with a puny little wand brought peals of laughter to her and she ended up laughing till her stomach hurt. Luke would much rather punch a guy's face than wave a stick. He was like a fighter that way. But his personality was completely different. Unbelievably, he was timid, shy and quiet but once you got to know him, he was always friendly and eager to please. Sam was smiling softly when she thought of his personality. He really was a sweet guy. He once saved her from a bunch of bullies. She had come to visit and had gotten lost. These bullies came up to her and started pulling at her platinum blond hair. She had always been teased about her hair, being called 'grandma and 'old'. She had tears in her eyes and was about to start crying when Luke had come to her rescue. He punched those gits and they ran away. Luke was nice like that. She broke out of her thoughts when she noticed they had stopped.

"SAMANTHA! Finally! I've been trying to get your attention for almost 2 minutes now." Her father was waving his hands in her face. "Sorry dad, I was just thinking." Sam replied sheepishly. "Well then, don't think while you're walking. Wouldn't want you to walk into a street light now, would we?" Her father was trying and failing to hold in his mirth at the incident. "Dad! That was once!" Sam exclaimed with a pout. "Alright fine. Get your backpack let's head up to the house." Her father shook his head and got the suitcase out of the trunk. Sam shouldered her backpack and that was when she noticed there was a huge crowd in front of her uncle's house. She turned to her father and saw him frowning. He left the suitcase where it was and pushed through the crowd. Sam jogged up to the mass of people and pushed through as well, trying not to lose sight of her father.
"Poor kid!"
"I wonder what happened."
"Who could do such a thing?"
Whispers followed her and she pushed harder until she found the cause of all the whispers. What she found nearly stopped her heart. Luke was lying eagle spread on the wooden floor and blood red blotches stained his neckline. His blond hair laid, spread like a golden halo. His vivid green eyes were glassy and his ever smiling face was slack. Sam felt a shiver pass through her spine and almost forgot to breathe. After what felt like a shock-filled eternity which in reality was only seconds, her knees gave out and she started sobbing. A hand which had clutched at her shoulder fell slack and Sam realized that the whispers were gone and everyone seemed to have fallen unconscious. She quickly turned around only to come face to face with thin air. An arm surrounded her waist and what felt like a gun was pressed to her neck. Sam struggled and kicked but it was all for nought. No, no, no, no, no!!!! He was going to kill her too. Before she could increase her struggle, she felt a prick on the crook of her neck and the arm let go of her. She turned around sluggishly and dropped to her knees. She got a glimpse of what looked to be red eyes before all went black.