Cursed

2

Do you know the house at the end of the street? The one right by the cemetery? The one that everyone sees, but try to ignore?

That's the Wild's family house. The place I might consider as home.

The walls were painted in an old white color that no one bothered to repaint. The fence that surrounded it was turning yellow and most of the metal fabric turned into rust. It was like any other house with grey clouds hovering above it. You would never guess that it's cursed (hint the sarcasm).

What curse you ask? I don't know. All I know is that we woke up one day and we couldn't leave the town, nor did anyone manage to get in. We were simply out of the map. And maybe out of the world as well.

That was hard to adjust to, especially for a family like ours. What my mother likes to refer to as a special family. A bunch of freaks is more like it. But I'm not one to complain. I am the only one to enjoy my powers among them. You see, I believe that we got them for a reason. We had nothing to fear, so why not give other people a reason to fear us?

I looked up at the grey cloud, the color was captivating, it managed to hover above our high roof majestically, rain drops poured out of it along with the usual thunder blaring like a warrior's battle cry. It was simply beautiful. 

"Miss Wild, are you willing to stare at the clouds for a long time, because I have things to do other than holding the door open for you" an old manly voice, with the worst British accent addressed me.

I looked at the properly dressed old man. His classical black pants were ironed perfectly; the matching blazer sat on his shoulders covering the red dress shirt. He held an umbrella and a set of clothing in his hands waiting for me by the metal door. I stepped through the open gate, on the muddy land and into the house.

I unfolded the neat towel and dried my wet clothes."Here you go Gerard" I handed him my wet coat before fully stepping into the hallway.

It was easily noticed that Gerard was our butler from his respectful behavior and very few words as he served us. And as long as I could remember, Gerard was part of the Wild family, he knew enough secrets to expose us to the world (not that we were hiding) and he had seen enough crimes committed in the house to get us all locked down, but he had his lips sealed. He was part of the family, a member that my father may have trusted more than his real relatives. 

I didn't get to walk past the hallway before my mother interrupted "Would you stop angering your father?" she waltzed from the living room, her dress dragged against the marbled floor with her short blond curls falling on the fabric.

I laughed humorously "Telling on me to the authority" I ruffled my black hair hoping for it to dry a little bit. "Classic" I wiped my wet cheeks.
"Walking down those hunted streets and saying words that should never be said, you're playing a dangerous game Nova" she warned, her eyes were narrowed as I felt her imposing her powers on me.

"My favorite type of games" I said playfully.

I focused my eyes on her dark green daring ones. She was silently asking me to leave, to walk up the stairs and avoid the drama ahead. 

That was Jenny Anderson Wild, a woman of very few words. She was the last sane heir of the Anderson heritage, the proud owner of the emotional control, the same power that ran through my veins.

"Farewell mother" I said with a smile and walked up the carpeted stairs feeling the warm rug under my bare feet. 

I passed by a thick metal door among the only two doors in the first floor. I closed my eyes to hear a male grunting as he pounded the punching bag. I knocked twice feeling the cold iron against my bare knuckles.

The door knob was twisted and I pushed it open. I leaned against the door frame and looked at him. His blond curls were stuck against his wet forehead, his bare torso exposed his eight pack which might I add he never stopped bragging about, he was breathing heavily as he threw punches at the hanging bag repeatedly.

"Just add some pouring water and you'd make a sex ad" I commented biting into one of the apples he had on his nightstand. 

He wiped his face with a towel that was dropped on his shoulder and turned to face me. It was such a shame for the only guy, no excuse me, the only living guy in town to be my brother.

"Fuck off" he rolled his eyes.

"Good to see you brother" I smiled and noticed a bra that he pushed under the bed.

I closed my eyes and smelled the room. "Who was it this time?" I wondered as the smell filled my nostrils.

My eyes widened in surprise and he grinned widely proud of his achievement. "Both" I gasped.

"I can't believe you got the twins to do that" I cringed at the image in disbelief. 

"Will you for once be a normal sister and stop sniffing the girls I'm fucking" he sighed and sat on the bed referring to the only two girls in town.

"Sadly, we aren't a normal family Charley dear" I said as I stood by the door frame. "And stop fucking the maids" I added before closing the door.

As I stood in the dark hallway, lightened by the burning flames of the candles, a sudden power immobilized me. I tried to move my fingers or at least my lips but everything happened at once. My head snapped upwards and I felt darkness capturing me.

I was no longer within the walls of the Wilds' house.

Rain drops poured heavily on my face causing me to blink the water out. I could feel the cold breeze nibbling on my skin as I adjusted to my new surroundings.

A sudden scream erupted along with the ear-piercing thunder. I looked at the source of the sound my vision still blurry from my sudden shift.

I saw a young girl kneeling near a bleeding man, urging him to wake up as her hands turned red with his bleeding wound.

I saw a guy pointing a riffle at her head and shooting before the last tear dropped of her eyes, I could smell his fear. Fear was such a strange feeling, forcing people to do things they never dared to dream of.

I noticed another guy; he neither smelled of fear nor of sadness. He just closed his eyes and accepted his fate as the hooded guy pointed the gun at him. A sudden power pushed me his way, an urge, or more of a feeling, made me shield his body with mine. I heard the bullet go off, I felt my hands gripping at his jacket, the water no longer affecting my skin, and the cold cemented ground was suddenly replaced by the soft fabric of a carpet.

My hands loosened my hold and I felt my legs weaken as I fell to the ground.

"What happened?"

"Who is this?"

"Oh my god she's bleeding"

So many voices were heard, voices I recognized, but my eyes were set on a certain boy. As I started to lose conscious, the only image I captured along with me was of his mysterious grey eyes as they worryingly studied me.