Sudden Bloodshed

Chapter twelve

Oliver squeezed my hand tightly as we sat there. Me and him had found a house to hide in, away from the Tasitalens. It's not clear to me where Zayjay and D'Anna ended up at. They seem to have just disappeared.

The house that we were in, was in awful condition, but when our lives were at the death line, it didn't matter to us. There was still rooms and a bit of furniture and windows that weren't cracked. It was just so dark and burnt up. The rooms reeked of smoke and blood. It wasn't a smell that someone could just get use to either.

As we sat close together, the sound of the rumbling and alarm seemed to be moving further and further away from us. At that, I began to relax a bit and my tears gradually stopped falling.

"D-do you think that they're gone?" I questioned Oliver.

He squinted his eyes and frowned. "I. I'm not sure."
Oliver stood up. "Stay here." He ordered.
He dug through his backpack a pulled a knife out.

I hugged my backpack and brought my legs up closer to me.

Oliver quietly left the room and closed the door behind him.
This house was a big two-story house with lots of rooms. I suspected that he went to investigate in case any of the soldiers stayed behind.

Thoughts of Zayjay and D'Anna came in my head. Where were they at? The last place I remember seeing them was on the sidewalk, running. Then Oliver pulled me into the house and dragged me up the stairs.
The thing that struck me the most was the fact that the two girls showed no sign of fear. If anything, they seemed rather annoyed. As if they were annoyed to see the Tasitalens. Maybe they were, I mean if someone were to ever take my home away from me and think that they suddenly owned the place, I'd be pretty annoyed by it. That did happen to me though and I'm not annoyed, I'm afraid.

I just decided to shrug it off. They were pretty tough girls so I guess it wasn't really a big deal that they seemed annoyed with this whole thing rather than scared.

I sat in the room for a while, holding my backpack. My worry for Oliver was getting the best of me but I kept back. There was nothing in the room to distract myself with except one window. I didn't bother looking out of it. There would only be burnt houses to gaze at.

Suddenly I heard a scream. It was high-pitched. I shot up and ran to the door. Then I heard Oliver yelling while the loud whimpering and screaming went on.

"Who are you?! How did you find us?!" Oliver shouted.

I threw my backpack over my shoulder and ran down the hallway.

"Oliver!"
I called, stumbling down the stairs. I followed the screaming to the kitchen.

I froze.

Oliver was standing over a girl with a knife raised in his hand. The girl looked completely horrified, her nose was bleeding, her clothes were shredded, and she had dirt all over her.

"Please don't hurt me!" The girl pleaded.

"Oliver!" I screamed.

He brought the knife down on her.

The girl screamed. I dropped my backpack and hauled myself at Oliver. We fell over and wrestled until I was on top of him. He grabbed my neck and dug his nails in.

"Oliver...what are you do-doing...!" I breathed out. I was running out of air. Oliver's face was completely blank. He almost seemed bored.

I covered his mouth and held his nose closed with my thumb. With my other hand I dug my nails into his arm and blood was drawn.

His face turned red and he shoved me off.

The cuts on my shoulder and arm reopened and I let out a small whimper of pain. Blood was everywhere. If we were all laying on the floor with our eyes closed, we'd be mistaken as dead.