Wings

Ch. 7- The (Unwanted) Surprise

Ch. 7- The (Unwanted) Surprise

I felt like someone shoved an ice cream cone down my shirt.

The unpleasant sensation of something sliding down my back with occasional pokes trickled downwards, like I'm being bitten by spiders.

Not that I have anything against spiders. 

Anyways, that voice made goosebumps appear on my arm and my heartbeat spike up. Ramona sensed my pulsing blood and raised her eyebrows. We'll talk later, her look said.

Beeeeeeeeeeep. The call ended. I looked down to see the caller ID but it was a private number. Figured.

I forced a smile while trying to convince myself that someone prank called me. Ramona easily saw past my expression, but everyone else smiled back at me.

"Some random toll number," I said, my tone as dead as my smile.

"Let's go inside and watch a movie! I've rented out the entire Harry Potter collection," Ramona saidcheerfully, coming to my rescue. Yes, maybe a movie might keep the creepiness of this worldout of my mind.

"Ooh, can we watch that Romeo and Juliet flick? That's my favorite movie!!" Bailey squealed. I held back a groan. Another sappy film.

"No probs, I've got that too," Ramona reassured. I sighed. At least there was Harry Potter to look forward to.

We all jumped onto the couch spontaneously. Bridget and Winston knocked their heads together, resulting with two synchronized OW!'s and Bridget being flung back off of the cushions.

Before Bridget could start yapping her head off at Winston, I quickly volunteered to make popcorn and gather some candy for us to eat, but when I arrived at the kitchen, I saw a shadow creeping up the side of a wall. Its silhouette was holding something over its head. Was it a vegetable? No, it was a knife.

Oh God, something just dripped from it onto the floor. I hesitantly looked down to see what substance it was. My stomach clenched and my heartbeat sped up when I saw something red and thick: blood.

I conjured up a metal pole and held it tightly in my hand. I raised it high over my head as I charged into the room, poised to strike.

Of course, my shoelace was untied. "GOSH DANG IT YOU FUZZY MUFFINS!!" I yelled as I went down. Yep, I have the tendency to yell out the first random words my mind can conjure up in a surprising situation. It was quite embarrassing actually. I almost forgot that I was in the same room as an armed person.

'Almost' was the key word.

And I did the stupidest thing possible.

As I lay there, kissing the tiled floor, I blindly threw the pole at the attacker with all of my strength.

Of course, I missed. I heard a dull clunk and a rumble as it crashed through the kitchen wall, flew through the dining area, and crashed through the next wall, and the next, and the next...