Sensor

Chapter 3

My heart thundered inside my chest. Where is everyone? Thoughts begin touring my mind, my vision blurred and the world began spinning violently. I can no longer stand - my legs shaking like mad, I fell to the floor in a heap as if I was a pile of laundry. Suddenly, everything was black.

I woke up to the sound of thunder - once again. I eventually came to my senses, and jerked my head upwards revealing a giant bruise running down my arm. I moved my head to the side, and a strike of pain ran down from the tip of my head to my neck. I finally realised - someone had attacked me.
There's only one explanation for it, passing out simply can't cause all of these cuts and bruises laying on my skin, someone had attacked me, and that someone was still in the house - I could feel it.
I gently rubbed my bruised, throbbing neck and brought myself to an almost standing position, half of my body slouching. I pulled myself towards the house phone. I need to call someone, be it the police or my mother, I need to let someone know. I was barely touching the phone as a pale, violent hand yanked and launched the phone out of my hand towards the wall. I swiftly turned around, prepared to face my captor - but no one was there.
Am I tripping right now? If I remember correctly, my lips have not touched any form of drug before, so how the hell could I be high and hallucinating this?
Suddenly, a thought came dashing to my mind, and my body started to tingle. Here it goes again, something is about to happen.
And I was correct. The glass on the clock on the wall above the door frame had smashed and individual shatters came flying towards me as fast as a lighting bolt, and I quickly dodged the majority of them - except one shatter. The piece pierced my skin and sent a sharp pain running up my leg. I let out a small cry for help. I'm not prepared to die! I constantly recited in my head.

I glanced across the room and noticed my bow and arrow bag. Of course! I took archery for 5 years, I have a weapon! I quickly darted for the bag, ripped it open and caught my ring finger in the zip. I continued to rummage through the pain, and eventually grasped a hold onto the cold bow. I yanked it out, along with 5 sharp arrows and placed an arrow onto the bow. I pulled back the string with the arrow in place, ready to shoot. I breathed heavily, and sounded like Darth Vader in the process - but I didn't care, I wasn't dying today.

A dark, lanky shadow tiptoed around the corner, and following the shadow was a tall, dark figure. Panicking with my aim directly on the figures heart, the figure approached the light and pulled down the hood of their jacket. To my surprise, it was my mother.