Prologue:
Blood... So much blood!
My sister's blood, the one person I was meant to protect. But it was too late.
Her pale skin, seeming white beside the pool of dark, red, liquid surrounding the jagged, cavernous cuts along her body. Her legs broken; bent back and distorted. Like a rag-doll, abused by the child that owned it.
Her neck was snapped - slumped, lifelessly, against her shoulder.
And a man leaning over her.
I blinked, frozen in my place. Heart pounding in my chest.
His head snapped towards me... in a movement far too quick to be human. Hungry eyes burning into me as he snarled;
“Pandora”
I turned... and ran.
I bolted out of my sister’s room, heading for my own. Trying to control the rush of emotions.
Finally, after what seemed a lifetime, I reached my door. I reached for the handle... surprised my clammy hands would grip it... and entered. Locking the door quickly behind me and running into the centre of the room.
My room was my haven. a place in which i had always felt safe. But now it just seemed like a corner... a corner that I had just unwittingly pushed myself into.
That was when i heard it. A voice in my head. His voice in my head.
“Ten... Nine... eight”
He was counting down. And i was certain, that was not a good thing.
I looked around. There was no-where to hide.
“Seven... Six... Five”
I had bare seconds left. I could not die... I was only sixteen. Frantically my eyes scanned the room. Looking for any way to escape. But i found nothing. Nowhere to hide... no way of escape. I was done for.
“Three...Two... One...”
No time left
“Ready or not...Here I come”
