Kyra:sovereignty

And the party continues

Okay so here's the beginning, hope you his like it. Hope there isn't any spelling errors , tried my best not to make any. I really hope I'm able to properly write this because it's different from all my others,

But for now , I shall try my best

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My eyes widen as I see the picture before me. My dad is trying to speak through the rag secured around his face and my mothers eyes are stained red with tears running down her eyes that I inherited from her. My head whips around me as i analyse the area for any danger, my brunette hair whipping me in the face furiously as I see no signs of danger. Instead I hear a voice from behind my parents that make me shudder and stop dead in my tracks.

"Well , it seems we can continue our little party" the voice is strong and confident and sounds like it belongs to an older man. Not much older than my father. My eyes begin squinting to the darkness of the stairs and I am able to get a glimpse of a tall shadow. I hear a squeak and then another indicating the man is now heading into the direction closer towards my mother and father.

"S-Stop!" I yell in anger yet the man continues his walk closer and closer to my parents.

My fists are balled as the man finally appears in the light.

He is tall and broad as his hair is perfectly slicked back with gel as it shines clearly in the night. He stands as he fixes his suit, brushing the red shirt that lays under his black coat.

"Welcome to the party , Kyra" he announces a he sares down at me and stands firmly behind my parents. He is from an Asian background as his features clearly show. "I hear you're a pure treasure. A ... special kind of girl" he continues choosing his words carefully.

"Why are you here , and what do you want? " I spit at him never taking my eyes of my mother and fathers gaze. My father stares at me as if trying to have our very own conversation although my body is too tense to even try and see what he is trying to say through his eyes. Or maybe it's the fact my gaze is constantly searching between the three adults in front of me.

"I'm here to make you my dear, a special offer" he states calmly as he moves closer towards my mother and runs his finger through her hair.

Anger starts surging through my body as I squeeze my knuckles tighter and hear the stairs begin to creak..getting louder and louder until the stairs collapse and make it's own wooden tower of dust and broken bits and pieces as I start to brain storm my next move.

"Impressive , Kyra very impressive. But I wouldn't do anything remotely stupid. You see my friend behind you has just been reunited with one of his best friends and I'm sure he won't hesitate to use it if you do anything silly" a small smile appears on his face as I feel my hair lift slightly and something so cold touch my neck it sends a shiver down my spine.

As my head slightly turns my eyes are met with a very new and most definitely used gun an extended hand that belongs to a younger boy probably just a few years older than I am. His hair is tied back into a ponytail as it sways behind his back. His face is well defined as he has a scar that runs from the top of his right lip and ends just below his bottom lips. My breathing begins to hitch as he pushes the gun further into my neck and I can see his finger securely around the trigger.

I hear scraping across the wooden floors as the guy pushes something behind me then pushes me down with his hand that's holding the gun.

I've now joined my mother and father into sitting on another dinning chair a couple of feet in front of the door way with some random guy standing behind me , and a creepy old man in front of me.

My fathers eyes grow bigger as he starts thrashing in his spot , the chair moving a few inches as he does, my mother starting to cry harder as she starts to panick. The man slowly moves in front of my father as he bends down and stares into his eyes.

"This is your fault you know. If you would've just handed her over when we first came for her instead of running away, we won't be in this predicament" the guy shout whispers as my dad instantly stops thrashing and stares daggers at the guy.

The man slowly removes my fathers rag from his mouth as my father catches his breath, sweat dripping from his face.

"Over my dead body, you will ever have her" he spits out.

With that he receives a brutal punch to the face as his body hangs towards his right side right next to my mother.

"That'll be sooner than you think Marco"

A scream escapes my lips as I attempt to get up although am pushed back down immediately and being reminded Im being held at gun point.

"Stop it !" I yell as my mother struggles in her chair as tears stream down her face. Her breathes are heavy and I can tell she's having trouble breathing.

Placing my hands in my lap in front of me I look around the house to use in my favour.

My hands begin to make abridge in front of my lap as my eyes never leave the sight of the guy in front of my parents. In the darkness behind the guy , dust begins taking over the area from the remainings of the broken stair case. The guy begins to cough as well as my parents and as I close my palms planks of broken wood begin flying. First at the guy in front of my parents and then towards the guy holding a gun towards my neck. I hear a grunt as they both fall to the ground and I get up and stand in the middle of the hall. My hand stretches out as more wood begins hurling themselves at the two strangers and I begin to run towards my parents standing in front of them. One hand remains in front of me with hand out as the other is directed towards my parents as my hands dance in order to untie them. My mother begins to cough as the dust still lingers in the air and the man begin walking back from the hits of wood that progress them into moving out of the house. With that both hands move there way to the broken door as it flies back to where it once belonged securing my parents and I on the inside and the two strangers out.