Amber's Eyes

Chapter 5

Hey CHAPTER 5 IS HERE!!!!!! Are you excited?? Haha, anyways sorry its so short :( 

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Damian is leaning against the tree with his hands shoved into his pockets. The hood covering his beautiful, brown messy hair.

“Come on, put that gun away. We both know you're not going to shoot me.” He sounds so sure of himself.

Before I can even blink he's in front of me. He roughly takes my gun and throws it on the ground.

“I told you to stay away from this case.” He states looking into my eyes. I look back in his eyes trying to find answers but all I see is green and a hint of blue. I realize that he has a hold on my forearms, which is sending tiny tingles from the tips of my fingers to my elbows.

I snap out of my trance and push him away, but he doesn't even grunt. I try again, but nothing.

“Back off. I need answers. Why are these guys after me? What do they want?” I asked in one breath. Then asked the one question I was dreading. “Why'd they kill my mom?”

A look of sympathy crossed his face but it was gone in a second.

“You need to stay away from this case.” He repeated, ignoring my previous questions.

“Why do you care?” I asked looking him in the eyes.

He lets go of my arms and backs up a couple of steps. Damian looks down at the ground.

“Just stay away from the case, please.” He sounds like he's desperate. I look at my moms grave for a second. When I turn back around he's gone and there's no sign he was ever here. Just like last time he leaves with more questions and no answers. I groan and exit the cemetery, walking back to my apartment.

As soon as I walk through my door I throw my keys on the table, beside the door. I kick off my shoes and run a hand through my hair. I get to my bedroom and throw my clothes around the room. Then slipping into a oversized t-shirt. After getting dressed I head to the bathroom to get my sleeping pills. 'Crap, I need to eat something.'

I go to the kitchen and cook myself some noodles. As the water is boiling I hear movement in the living room. Of course, having bad luck, my gun is in my room. I look around the kitchen for a knife and realize I have to open the drawer without making any noise. I slowly open the utensil drawer, successfully, not making a sound. I grab a big butcher knife and creep my way to the living room. I get into a defensive position, expecting to find intruders, but there's no one there just my couch, coffee table, and T.V. I look around a couple more times and shrug it off as my imagination playing games with me. I turn around and head back into the kitchen and find that the noddles are done. I turned the oven off and walked into the living room with my dinner. I sat on the couch and turned the T.V on.

After I finished my noddles, I went to wash my dish. I get off the couch only to be slammed into a wall by a force. The bowl drops from my hand and I groan in pain, squeezing my eyes shut. I open them and feel the force push me harder against the wall, bruising my spine. I look up to see a man with red eyes across the room with his hand held up in my direction.

“I hear you the daughter of Anabeth.” He snickers. My mom. “You look a lot like her. Same hair.” He looks me up and down, somehow pressing me harder into the wall.

I study him, trying to conceal my pain. He's wearing all black and has white blonde hair. His jeans are baggy and his t-shirt looks two sizes too small. He has a lanky figure. He would look harmless if it wasn't for those red eyes that pierce right through my soul.

“How do you know my mom?” I snapped.

“Aw, you don't remember me from that night, 8 years ago. I'm heart broken.” He chuckled. I froze hearing these words. “You're good at hiding. I had no idea you were there.” He smiled making me sick to my stomach. My mother's killer is in the room and I'm completely defenseless.

I struggle against this unknown force holding me on the wall.

“It's no use, sweetheart.” He walks closer to me and I struggle more. Soon he's right in front of my face putting his nasty hands around my throat and squeeze. I feel power surge through me and I brake through the power keeping me in place and I push the man back using all the strength I have. The killer flies through the air and hits the wall opposite of me. The man seems unaffected by being thrown 5 feet away into a wall. I run towards the kitchen trying to ignore the pain in my back. I get to the kitchen and grab the knife. When I turn around I see the guy with red eyes a few inches away. I don't think about it and shove the knife into his shoulder, not enough to kill but seriously hurt. He looks down at the black handle knife, sticking out of his flesh, and sighs before grabbing the end and pulling it out like it was a sliver. I gape at the wound that has blood pouring out. I look up at him, completely shocked, and he looks annoyed, no trace of pain in his expression.

“Well, that was rude.”

He slams the blade into my abdomen just as I hear the door crash open. I fall to the floor as pain explodes. The blade is still in my stomach as Damian walks through the door of my apartment. He looks at me then to the guy still standing above me. He sprints off into a mad dash towards the killer and they land on the ground with a 'thump.' I watch as they wrestle in my living room, moving inhumanly fast. One second Damian is pinning him down on the ground, next the killer has Damian in a choke hold on the wall. Next thing I know I hear a 'crash' and see that they landed on my glass coffee table completely shattering it.

I start to see black dots forming around my vision, telling me I'm going to pass out. By now my living room is destroyed and the last conscious thought I have is, 'This is going to be a bitch to clean up.'

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So that's it!! Again sorry it's so short. Do you like it? Do you think it's complete crap? Tell me I want to know!! More importantly, I'm starting a new book called Ice Cold. Anyway....

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