Hunted

Chapter 14: Second Chance

Picture of Hannah and Joseph

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*(Unknown POV)*

I watched from the edge of the woods. A shadow in the dark as my prey stormed out of the building. She looked the same as when she had escaped my clutches so many years ago. Even from here I could see here bright emerald eyes which matched my own.

It seemed to be the only thing the same between us, yet our features were similar, just like siblings. I was a few years older than her, but we still looked related.

I watched as my sister threw her bags into her car and speed away.

Oh, sweet sister. I will have you soon, I thought as I watched her petite red head friend attempt to chase her out of the building, As soon as I have my fun.

"Follow Silver," I spoke to the couple on my right. They gave me an evil grin before taking off.

"What about us?" Frank asked.

"We are going to follow the red head. I think you two have already met though," I hinted, "It's time for you to get your revenge."

I slowly stalked towards my new target, watching for the patterns. Waiting for the perfect strike to capture the town's attention and to bring my sister the pain she deserved.

He had taught me the quickest way to torture my sister was through the ones she cared for. For her, I will cause her torture to be slow and agonizing, until the day I choose for her to die.

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*(Silver's POV)*

I stormed out of the building and straight to my car. I had heard Andy call me back, but I just ignored her pleas and drove off.

I couldn't handle everything being said. There was only one truth I knew.

Jason was here.

He found me in the place that was supposed to be the safest place in the world for me, yet somehow he knew where I was in less than a month.

There was only one thought I had that stuck with me.

Should I tell people what I know?

The thoughts kept swarming threw my brain. Is he actually here, or is it someone's demon? Is he just after me? How do I stop him from killing those I care about?

The ideas rang about my head as I pulled up to the house. Ben's cruiser sat in the driveway. Pulling the keys out of the ignition, I started up towards the house.

"Uncle Ben!" I called as I opened the front door.

"In here," he called back from the kitchen, as I made my way toward him.

"Good, I need to talk to yo-" my voice cut off by the shock of seeing people in the house.

"Silver, these are our neighbors," he said gesturing to the couple sitting at the counter, "This is Joseph and his wife Hannah."

Hannah was small with curled auburn hair. Her chocolate eyes were paired with her fair skin, making them scream as she looked me up and down. The most discerning feature of the thirty-something woman was her lips. She had worn bright, blood red lipstick, which screamed for attention as she spoke in a small voice.

"It is so nice to meet you, darling," she spoke in a sincere tone, yet something in the way she said the word darling set my instincts off. I did not trust her, and I didn't know why.