The Huntress

Her Secret: Colton-Flashback

|Colton|
"Just tell me! I won't laugh and you haven't scared me off so far!" I whine looking across the table at her.
"It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's that if I do someone could try to kill you or I will be known to be alive," she answers confusing me.
"Well. I survived being with you so far, it's worth the risk," I answer waiting for her to start.
She puffs at her hair, "I guess I'll start at the beginning as well..."
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|Flashback- Sept. 23, 1907|
My heart pounds as I sit in the closet waiting. Listening to the footsteps near the bedroom. I'm only six and I'm at risk of being murdered. I keep thinking to myself, where's Ali?! Where's my parents. I hear screaming in the next room. It's my mother. Another man's voice I don't recognize appears in the same room.
"Where is the child?! Give me the child!" I hear my mother scream again.
"NO DON'T TAKE MY ALI!" she screams. She told me not to leave this room for anything, not even if all is quiet. My body shakes and the darkness is over whelming. Ali starts to cry. Then scream.
"Ali..." I whisper. My hand trembles as I reach for the door. Thump. Thump. Thump. The sound of boots near my bedroom. I cower in the corner beneath my father's coal mining gear.
"Kill the child and let's go. She's no use to the army," a voice barks loudly. No. She. Can't. Die. I hear gunshots. A loud thud. Screaming. Crying. Boots stomping. Doors slamming. They're gone. I was told not to come out but I need to see Ali. As soon as I hear the horses ride off, I shove open the door and run. I walk through the bedroom to the door across the hall that was wide open. And broken in half. My mother was cradled by my father in the corner. Blood surrounded them. Ali. Where was Ali?!
"WHERE IS ALLISON!" I scream and take off down the halls. I followed the blood trail down the hallway towards the kitchen. I scream when I see the limp body surrounded by blood near the table. I rush over to see my three year old sister dead on the ground. She was murderer. By the King. Her face was lifeless and calm. I take her hand and it's pale, and cold. Tears swell my eyes and I can't see. They stream down my face in puddles on Ali's face.
It was at that point I felt myself snap. Change. My heart almost nonexistent and I couldn't feel anything but anger. And hatred of my parents for bringing a baby into a world like this. The part of me that makes and enables me to be who I am. My tears stop and my head drops.
"Ali. I swear I will hurt the people who caused this, the people who could've prevented it. Starting with our parents, they shouldn't have allowed this to happen," I whisper sounding unlike my premature self. I tense and stand up. Walk slowly toward the kitchen drawers. My hand has stopped shaking. I reach slowly for the handle and slide it open. I choose the knife my parents used to cut their wedding cake. It was long and sharp. It weighted perfectly. I push it into my pocket.
"Are you ready to die?" I whisper.