A Run For Life

Chapter 1

Prologue

What will happen if you saw your family get killed? What if the one who killed your family also killed your friend's family? What if the one that killed your family and friend is following you?

Will you run  away? Will you hide? Or will you get revenge?

That is the choice of a 14-year old girl named Ishaylah.

 This story is written by me, Oreo_Tea_Pizza. It"s originally mine. So don't dare copy it or cite it without citatiions. That's plagiarism.  Anyone who sees this story being posted by someone, please tell me. . .  Allrights Reserved.

Chapter 1 

I am Ishaylah,  fourteen years old. I haven't been entering school since I was ten. Something unforgettable happened back then that made me drop everything I had- my home, school, friends, relatives, and my family.

Ten years ago, I woke up in the middle of the night. Someone was walking around the corridor. I opened the door in my room slightly that only little light from the outside was coming in. I saw a guy with a riffle. He was tall and well built. He opened the door next to my roomslowly. Somehow, I got a feeling that something was wrong. I didn't even know the guy. I'm not really the kind of person that talks to strangers. I wanted to ask my parents about the guy before talking to him.

I sneaked out of my room and went to my parents' room. I wondered if my parents knew that guy. It seemed like the guy had already went in the room. There were footprints going in and out of the room. I opened the door as silently as I could. My heart sank. I could not utter a word. I saw blood flowinf unto my feet.  I prayed not to see my parents at the end as I slowly approached the source. I cried in relief when I saw that it was our cat.

Thank God, it's not them. I thought with a sigh. I wondered where my parents would go inn the middle of the night. their bed is a mess, which means they left in a hurry.

"Ishaylah!" a quiet voice exclaimed.

I searched the area to see where it was coming from. I saw my parent trembling with fear under the bed. They looked like it's going to be the end of the world. 

"What happened?" Iasked crawling under the bed with them.

"The guy earlier came to our house and broke the door. That's when we woke up. He came straight to our room like he knew we'd be here. He quietly opened the door but at that time, we already got here. Then, he saw something move, which was our cat. He imediately shot it. His shot was so precise we have a hard time believing he's human. We think it's a machine sent to kill everything that moves in this house." my mom explained.

"Why would someone want to kill us?" I asked. My parents looked at each other. They were about to speak when we heard the creaking of the floor. It seems like the machine is going to check my parent's bedroom again.

"There's no time for explaining. Me and your dad, we're going to distract that machine. you go into the exhaust and escape. Whatever you do, don't make a noise. Be careful." My mom stated as she pushed me towards the exhaust. 

I was about to complain when my mom shouted "Run!" The machine heard her and lifted the bed as if it weighed nothing. It threw the bed and the bed bounced off the wall. Mom threw random stuff she could get a hold of towards the machine. Dad tried his best to beat the crap out of the machine.

Unfortunately, it was a machine. Everything my mom threw at it just bounced off. It held my dad like he was nothing and threw him at a wall. My mom went to my father's side. Me? I just sat at the exhaust petrified at what was happening.

"Where is it?" The machine inquired.

Somehow, I got the feeling that the machine was looking for me. But why would it refer to me as an it?

"It's not in here." my dad answered.

"Even if we know where it is, we will never tell you." my mom backed up.

"You two are of no use to me then." the machine said.

Few seconds later, I didn't know what to do, what to feel, or what to think. I was trembling. Was the machine going to kill them? I did not know.

The machine pressed the gun on my father's forehead and shot without hessitation.  My eyes widened. 

"Run my treasure!" mom said as the turned her head. I was silently begging her to get out of there and survive. But as the gun turned to my mom's direction, I knew she was hopeless. 

The machine turned to my direction. I tensed up and fear is building inside me. I did what a ten year old would do at that time. I ran. Though my mom told me not to creat a noise, I manage to create a lot. At the moment, I really did not care. Fear won over reason. I just wanted to get away from the mess, from the gun that killed my parents, from that machine.