Gwendolyn,Get Your Gun🚬

Chapter 1-Run, Gwen, Run

"Stop following me," the little girl whispered and clutched her schoolbag tightly as she walked down the street.She bent her head low and increased her pace.The evening wind whipped her hair around her face. Her bangs covered her eyes.

"Stop following me." It was a whimper this time. She was scared. She could feel their presence. She could feel them watching her. Watching the little girl alone on the empty street.

Everyone was indoors. She could see the dim lights through their windows. BetaHill Lane was a quiet neighborhood. She had been born and raised here. She knew each corner and colour of each house.She had been babysat by so many neighbors that she'd lost count. Everyone knew everyone in BetaHill Lane. Everyone was comfortable in BetaHil Lane.

Till now.
  
Gwendolyn had not been scared at first. They'd seemed harmless. What could they possibly do to her? She was just a twelve year old girl..she wasn't a threat to anyone.

Or was she?

They had followed her from school...all the way from her school gate till she entered the school bus till she alighted at the bus stop blocks from her house. Now they were hopping silently behind her.

"Stop following me!" she cried out and turned to face them.

The two birds were perched on the walkway. They were crows. One was big,the other was little. A mother and child.
They cocked their heads at her and looked at Gwendolyn straight in the eye. They didn't move when she cried out. Didn't fly away like other birds did.

That was when she began to run. Her home was just a few houses downhill. She could outrun the strange birds if she ran as fast as she could,she thought as she raced down BetaHill Lane. She ran and ran and ran.Her lungs began to hurt. Her legs were getting heavier to lift from the ground. Panting,she hurriedly flung her schoolbag off her shoulders and to the road.

The two birds swooped low right above her head and then soared high up in the sky,circling her as she ran.

Gwendolyn began to cry. Choking sobs escaped from her lips. She had to run home. Had to get to Mommy. Mommy would save her. She had no father, had never known him. Mommy was her everything. Mommy and her stepbrother,Angelo.

She picked up her pace.

Her hair was flying all around now,she had lost her hairband. She fell,scratching her knee.

"Mommy!"she screamed. No one was around her. Everyone was inside,tucked in safely. Everyone except her. The birds were racing downwards towards her now. Tears ran down her dirt streaked face. She held her knee. It was bleeding. It hurt so bad.

"Mommy,"she whispered.

The two birds rushed towards her and just when they were about to reach her they swooped over her head and went right past her.

Gwendolyn opened her eyes and let out a shaky breath. She hadn't even realized she had been holding her breath or closing her eyes. She also hadn't realized that she had reached her house. It was right in front of her,right across the street. But something was wrong.

She could see her mother through the window,all dressed in a floral yellow gown smiling down at Angelo at the dining table and giving him a plate of pie.It was Thursday. Thursday nights were for pie. Her mother always made pies for them. Everything seemed normal.
But she could sense that something was horribly wrong.

Something Little Gwendolyn couldn't quite figure out yet.

"Mommy?"she croaked out,trying to get her attention. Her throat was dry from all the crying.
 
Suddenly, she saw what was wrong. There was someone else in the house,a figure hiding in the curtains. A figure her mother and brother had not noticed. He held up a blue item in his hand and looked straight at Gwendolyn with a smirk on his face. And in that moment she knew exactly what he wanted to do.

Before the scream could escape her lips,he pressed the blue item and in one glaringly vivid and graphic instant, the house was engulfed in flames.

Gwendolyn's scream was a loud and piercing sound, and the last thing she remembered before she her body sagged and she fell unconscious,was the birds that had followed her from school.

Mother and child.

Mommy and Angelo.

Just as they had swooped over her head she'd heard a strangely familiar voice saying, "Run,Gwendolyn,run."

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