Fire Fly | Patrick Hockstetter X reader|

Chapter 7

Y/n pov

It had been a transport truck that woke me up that night. The large truck sped by shaking the house. I slowly opened my eyes. It was dark. Very dark. Around 2 in the morning. I looked to the other side of my room, to where my sister slept. There was a darker shape over her bed. Trick of the dark.
I rolled over and closed my eyes.
Monster.
My eyes shot open. I silently rolled back over and squinted. Trying to peer through the darkness. It was still there. I tried not to make a sound as I stood, my eyes never leaving the 'shadow'. I blindly reached for the bat. My fingers sliding over the handle. I gripped it so hard that I bet my knuckles turned white. If there was something there, I'd hit it. If there wasnt then I would put a hole in the wall.
I raised the bat up, and positioned my feet. I hadnt played baseball in years, the memories of Charlie teaching me came flooding in.
Keep your eyes on the ball!
Think of the ball as your enemys head!
Enemys head
Head
H e a d
I swung the bat with all my might. It collided with something hard.
Crackk!
You got it slugger!
I jumped back in surprise. Almost dropping the bat. A blinding light erupted from the shape. I quickly raised a hand and looked away, looking back only when the light had dimmed a bit. The shape had turned into a cloaked figure. An overwhelming smell of rot made me want to vomit.
The figure raised its head. Its eyes reminded me of Christmas lights, small beady and red. It had burnt shallow skin. Its teeth pointed thick as pencils but sharp as toothpicks, they poked through the thin shallow lips. It only vaguely resembled human.
I took a step back, the colour draining from my face.
"Gaashg," It gurgled taking a step forward. With a terrible groan it turned its head back towards my sister. It took one more look back at me.
(Get away girlie go back to bed)
(Let me hunt girlie put the bat down)
(Or else i'll take you too)
(You can float)
(We all float)
I was frozen to the spot. It spoke. But it didnt move its mouth. Is this..Is this in my head? I thought.
(*giggle* yes it isss girlliee, now go back to bed)
I took a look at my bed. Maybe this was a dream. A bad dream. I furrowed my brow. And looked back at the creature, it moved towards Emily and stood over her. Anger flooded threw me, erasing the calmness that fell when the creature spoke.
"GET AWAY FROM HER!" I yelled as I charged at the beast and raised the bat again. The beast turned around and opened Its jaws, Its teeth curled outwards and had a thin tongue that spilled out betwen the teeth. It snarled and leapt at me, the bat collided once more with Its skull this time an audible crack.
The head snapped back and a thick yellowing bone snapped threw the neck skin. The beast gave a loud rattling growl that shook the room, a picture of our family on vacation fell off the wall. Flames erupted from the beasts feet and ate up the entire body, another blinding light occured and I was pushed off my feet. I fell to the ground, dropping the bat. When my eyes opened i seen a million fire flys curling themselves up the walls and towards the window. After the last one vanished I slammed the window shut. I looked back, surprised to see Emily sitting up in her bed staring at me, tears in her eyes.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice cracking.
•••••
I had somehow fallen back asleep (Emily had too) and woke up around 8:30. Everyone was already downstairs for breakfast by the time I dragged myself out of bed. I stood up. My eyes falling to the bat that lay infront of my bed, greenish-red liquid pooled around it. I noticed it laying awkwardly, and kicked it with my foot. A sharp fang stuck out the side. I gagged and threw up. Nasty. I thought. I wet a towel and mopped it up, I grabbed a garbage bag and stuffed the bat and towel inside. I walked downstairs awkwardly holding the trash bag.
"Morning sleepy head," I heard my father say as I walked through the kitchen. I nodded in response.
"Whats in the bag? He asked.
"Dead body," Millie replied taking a bite of cereal. Mom took a step towards her and smacked the back of her head.
"Dont talk like that!"
I continued to walk towards the back door. I opened it, pushing it open and stepping down a step. I threw the bag down and jumped as i felt something wet touch my bare foot. I gasped, a hand clapping my mouth. Drawn on the step was a heart. It would have been cute if not for the material is was made of. Blood. The metallic red liquid now smeared from my foot step. I grabbed a vase of floweres from the bottom step and dumped it on the heart, washing it away before my family saw. Millie appeared at the door way.
"Have you seen Winston?" She asked, "I let him outside for a bit this morning and I cant find him anywhere,"
•••••
    I pair of green eyes watched from a          
                 nearby treeline.