Vengefully Taken [#Wattys2016]

Chapter 1

I could feel it coming. I don't know what it was but it was coming and I knew it was going to be big. There was this building feeling inside me, it was riling up and I felt like I was going to burst. It could've been my imagination but it felt too real to simply be a delusion.

I glanced up from laptop hearing a small clicking sound. I saw a man at a distance, I felt like I'd seen him before. Brushing off the uneasy feeling I was experiencing, I looked back down, continuing to edit my blog.

I run a blog devoted to inspiring the world with my experiences and adventures. I've traveled to Spain, Japan, and Australia but lately I haven't felt the urge to leave my hometown. I grew up in Luxembourg, my daddy was a rich man, still is but I don't approve of his means of earning money. My father may be a big business man, but anyone who knows him, knows he's worked jobs that are less than legal. I'm a rich man's only daughter. I distance myself from my family as often as I can. My mum is a gold digger to say the least. Looking at my parents, I know my mum doesn't have a bone in her body that loves my dad. She loves his wallet and status but that's about it. I've always wondered how two unalike people could 'love' each other enough to have raised a child that is the polar opposite of the both of them.

I heard it before I saw it. A loud bang. The loud, rippling sound sliced through the air and I heard a glass shattering scream. A crack in the air so loud I almost dropped my laptop. Realizing the small click I heard before had been the safety of a gun being taken off I looked up. In seconds the library was chaotic, people running left and right. In a bit of a daze I blinked a few times properly taking in my surroundings. There were children huddled in corners of the library, tears streaming down their cheeks, looking for the mums and dads. By one of the sofas was a woman huddled over, holding a child who couldn't have been older than two months. The baby's cry seemed almost as loud as the gunshot. Standing in the middle of the library was the man I thought I'd recognized. He was standing there, gun in hand with it pointed upwards.

He hadn't hurt anyone from what I could see. I shifted my laptop off my lap, and stood up slowly. I saw a child, innocent and oblivious to what was happening around him, standing in the middle of the room, his mother nowhere to be seen. He was only about a meter away from the man. The shooter had turned his back to the side of the library I had been sitting in. I slowly moved forward, crouched over slightly, and was only a few feet away from the child.

He was wearing a cute little sweater, with metal clasp like buttons. He had on a light pair of corduroy pants and sneakers on his tiny little feet. He looked horrified, and confused as to what was happening around him.

I'd reached behind the little boy and picked him up, placing my arm around him, under his armpits. I placed my other hand on his mouth lightly, so the man with the gun wasn't aware of the movement around him. I picked up the little boy whispering into his ear, "It's gonna be okay". I walked backwards with the boy in my arms, slowly and quietly. I felt my leg hit the sofa and steadied myself, looking up at the man to make sure he hadn't noticed us. I moved towards the bookcase with the child and placed him down.

"Go sit back there," -I pointed at the corner, against the bookshelf- "Don't make a sound alright, just wait until someone comes to get you." I whispered to the little boy and gave him a small nudge.

Growing up my dad trained me with the men my grandfather trained him with. I can defend myself. I knew I was probably the only one ballsy enough to actually go up against this man. I blew out a breath and slowly went back to the where I had been sitting on the sofa. I looked up and noticed the man was staring at me, hard. He began walking towards me in an angry fashion, his shoulders wide, gun in hand. I gasped quietly and for some odd reason, I charged at him. I ran fast and lifted my leg in a swift motion, hitting him in the abdomen. He made a groaning sound but didn't seem too hurt.