The Monsters Within

Chapter 1

   "Hey, Caroline, long time no see--well don't run off, now," I hear behind be. Oh no, it can't be him. Anyone but him, please.
   My mouth thinks before my head does, "No way, Lukas, just go away," suddenly comes out of my mouth. Realizing my error, I command my feet to go as fast as they possibly can.
   You humans are more powerful over my kind than we give you credit for. I learned that the hard way. I still remember that day like it was yesterday, though it was almost eight years ago.
I lay on the ground, unable to move, my blond hair fell over my eyes, protecting me from seeing the boy--Lukas--standing over me, his face pulled in a menacing smile scary enough to give even my father the creeps.
   Even now I feel the fear I felt on that day in my 10-year-old life. How could I not, the boy sucked all of the color of my brown eyes, signifying the change he had caused in me, he had given me hatred, the most evil monster of them all. Now I see anyone experiencing that horrible feeling. I mean literally see the monster wishing to be released, though it knows otherwise. Others don't take hatred to heart, though. They can't. I'm unique, one of the last of my kind, one of the last who can control how others control the boiling hatred just waiting to be unleashed.
   "Oh, Caroline, you can't run forever. Might as well face me now, like the beast I know you are," yells the menacing teenager. Though I'm not afraid, I've already run a few yards ahead of him before the thought even comes to his mind to start doing that same. Another advantage I have over you humans, your reactions seems to take a while to register to the rest of your body.
I'm about a block from my house when I turn around to see if the boy had followed me. To my relief, he didn't.
   I almost wished he had. The gore I experienced at home was even worse. I saw the bodies of my mother and father, lying on the floor, holes the size of a bullet on the sides of their temples. There was a gun in the hand of my father's corpse. Hatred lingered through both of their bodies, their monsters wishing to be released.
   And just when I thought things couldn't get worse, the menacing Lukas knocked down my door. His eyes red with fury.