He Tried to Kill Me...

Tea for the Dead

2007

I flopped down into my cushy green chair and grabbed a book. One of my favorites, but fairly recent compared to some of the others I have: Harry Potter. Fabulous series, I might add.

Knock knock knock. There was a series of three knocks on the front door. I lifted my head from the book and scowled at the door.

"Why do they always have to knock right when I've just sat down?" I grumbled to myself, standing back up. I walked quietly over to the door and peered through the peephole. An African-American man with an eye-patch was standing there. I opened the door, putting on a blank face.

"A black trench-coat, black pants, and a handgun. Why do I feel like I did something bad? And if you don't like my explanation you're going to either arrest me or use your backups in the trees to kill me?" I sighed, leaning against the door frame.

"Good deduction, Miss Phillips. My name is Nick Fury and I do have a couple questions for you." He said with a slight smirk. I mentally rolled my eyes.

"Great. Come on in, then. I don't feel the need to introduce myself since you seem to already know my name." I said, walking inside. He followed, subtly looking at his backup in the tree. He had short brownish blonde hair wearing all black with a bow and arrow. Kinda cute, I guess, but I have a thing for black haired and pale. I know, I know, stereotyping.

"Well, Sir, what questions do you ask?" I sat at the table in the kitchen, motioning for him to follow. He complied.

"Well, Miss Phillips, to put it bluntly, you are a suspect of the past ten murder cases around here."

"And why might you say that?"

"Facial recognition puts you at the scene of the crime at 9/10 murders. A person would come within 200 feet of you, you'd both disappear within seconds, and the next thing you know, they would be found dead within 24 hours with no head and their body cut to pieces, possibly burnt to crisp. Need I say any more of the evidence?"

"No." I shrugged. "I did kill them, but not because I wanted to."

"Then why did you kill them?" he narrowed his eye at me.

"Because they were going to kill me first."

"And why would they want to kill you?"

"Let's just say I displeased their boss and killed 78 of his best men." I heard soft, quick footsteps. I looked away from him and out the window. About a hundred feet away stood a pale skinned youth with bloodshot eyes. He smirked at me. I narrowed my eyes at him. Newly turned, obviously old enough to control the bloodlust but not too old that he would be at normal strength. "Get down."

"Hmm? Why?"

"Because if you don't then you'll actually most likely die." With that, I knocked my chair back and disappeared, the door slamming open and shut milliseconds later. As I raced to meet the stupid youth, I heard them communicating through ear pieces.

"Clint! Do you get a reading on her?" Hmm. Clint must be the kid in the trees.

"No sir. I saw the door open and shut but nothing else. Holy shit!" Clint yelped as I threw the youth through a tree, that tree just happened to be the one 'Clint' was in. It started to tip.