My breath caught in my throat as I witnessed my worst nightmare. A knife driven into my mother's chest. My father lay next to her, also dead. I can't say I was expecting this. Horror ripped through my body and a hollowness seemed to replace all my emotions. I could only stare at their lifeless bodies and try to convince myself that it was just a dream. Standing there like a statue, I didn't want to move, but I knew I had to. To either flee and save myself, or confront the killer. Foolishly, I chose the latter. As I marched boldly into the house, I saw four men in a tight huddle, conversing in low voices. Not wanting them to see me, I hid behind a wall that was so close to the men, I could reach out and touch them. But I didn't. I stayed behind the wall taking slow, deep breaths, trying to remain silent.
"Where is the girl?" I heard one ask in an irritated voice.
"There was no sign of her." Another man replied.
"We have to find her!" A third interjected.
My mind was racing. Thoughts scattering my brain, trying to make sense of what I was hearing. Was I the girl? Probably. Why did they need to find me? I was determined to find out.
Surprising myself, I stepped out from behind the wall and cleared my throat loudly. The four men jumped apart and stared at me in disbelief. Even though I was just as shocked as they were, I found satisfaction in their startled faces. One by one, I eyed them down, trying to intimidate them, though inside, I was quite intimidated myself.
"Am I interrupting something?" I said casually. Though I felt my voice waver as grief overwhelmed me.
One of the men, who was slightly taller than me, stepped up. With visible frown lines on his face, he seemed ancient. His eyes were full of a strange superiority. It seemed as if he owned me. Feeling myself slipping into an unknown state of mind, I shook my head. I knew this strange man had just tried to control my mind. But I was obviously better at blocking him than he had expected. Irritation flashed in his eyes, boosting my confidence. I raised my chin in a haughty manner, trying to convince myself that I wasn't as horrified as I though I was. But my terror only increased when the man stepped forward so he was only inches away from me. By then, I knew it was too late, he had already captured my gaze. He was going to control my mind.
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Protectors
RomanceEmry was supposed to forget everything. At least that was what they thought. But when things don't go according to plan, someone may need Protecting.
