The Raven

Waking Up With a Killer

(Madely's P.O.V.)

 The sun shining through the window woke me from a deep sleep. 

        "Wake up!" A drawling voice commanded.

        "Vati!!! Just five more minutes please!!!" I  groaned.

        "Ooh, looks like we have another German in the house. This'll be fun, da?" He mocked with a Russian accent.

        Oh hell no! That is just rude; oh I'll give him German……. 

        I rose slowly from the bed and faced the man. "First of all zhat is Russian," I hissed slipping into my native accent. "And second who gave you zhe right to make fun of my home-land?" I prodded wanting to slap that overly wide grin off his face. Oh scheiße, it can't be him….

        "Well you Germans are just so venerable; I just can't resist," He smirked casually handling his knife.

        He's really peeving me off now. "You know nothing you scar-faced, blood-soaked, ugly b*****d!" I yelled my voice cracking. 

        He charged and leapt at me, taking out his knife. He slashed; I ducked. I rolled off the bed, and grabbed the closest object I could find, a metal alarm clock. He turned and tried to strike up but I caught his wrist and pinned it against his back, releasing the object.

        "Now what were you saying about venerable Germans?" I sassed digging my nails into his leathery flesh.

        "You know that's a record," He said panting.

        "For what might that be Jeffery?" I prodded.

        "Don't call me Jeffery!" He seethed breaking out of the grip and pinning me into the wall.

        How predictable. I elbowed his solar plexus and darted as far away from him as possible. 

        "The victims, how long they take to curl up into the corner and beg for mercy," He chuckled.

        "Well obviously I'm not like the others," I smirked.

        "Yeah, you're the pretender." He grinned, but I was still cautious. "You fake like everything is okay, but you are dying on the inside."

        "I see what you did there," I laughed sitting down on the old mattress. "Now please either release me, or tell me where the hell I am."

        "It's not up to me it's up to the house," He said leaning back in the chair. 

        "What exactly do you mean?" 

        "I'll call in all the members of the house, and they will ask you questions, then determine weather or not you should stay," He replied huffily.

        "What if they choose for me to go?" I asked not really wanting to know the answer.

        "Just shut up; you've started to annoy me with these questions," He huffed.

        "Well, are you going to gather the house or not?" I questioned, the suspense killing me.

        "Okay then," He grumbled. "Pushy much?" He opened the door and shouted something inaudible down the hall. 

        A tingly felling gathered in my stomach and a ringing began in my ears, a feeling I haven't had since childhood.

                                                                                        Carman's P.O.V.

                                                  ​That same morning....

        "Come on Mads; pick up!" I grumbled calling her for about the hundredth time.

        "You still can't get her?" Ben asked a worried look on his face.

        A gave him a look that read: What do think, Captain Obvious?

        "Okay, okay! No need to give me dirty looks! I'll go check around town, again" He said picking up his car keys.

        I was about to protest, when the front door slammed behind him. I might as well tell her dad... I slowly dialed his number, not knowing what to say. It felt like an eternity, but Mr Harris finally answered the phone. "M-mister Harris, this is Carman, Madelyn's best friend."

        "Oh, hey Carman. What news must you tell me?" He answered worried.

        "We don't know for sure, but I believe something has happened to Madelyn last night; she didn't come home," I explained regretfully.

        He hung up with out a reply. Oh God, the woods.

Vati = Dad, father

scheiße = shit