The Deadly Star

Chapter 3: Home, Terrifying Home.

2 weeks later. The news unfortunately had not spread to all relatives.

Slipping onto the plane to take me to where I'd meet my family for the first time in a year. Studying music in London was much harder than you would have thought. My friend Freddie Leone was boarding the plane with me.

We were flying back to New Zealand for my younger sisters birthday. It would be the first time I'd seen her in a whole year and we used to have so much fun together as children. She was now turning 15. I, however, was 18.

"Did you remember the presents?" Freddie asked me.

"Yes I did, I'm not a complete idiot." I laughed.

"Okay dokey." He said with equal laughter.

We took our seats and let the next 23-24 hours fly by.

"I have the slightest feeling we're here." Freddie asked waking me up laughing.

"No shit. Must be Sherlock Holmes to figure that one out." The plane had stopped and all passengers were departing.

We walked through customs once again and then out to the waiting area where a taxi would take us to my family's home. Quickly texting my dad whist hopping in the taxi, I saw a dark figure standing still across the parking lot staring at us.

"Just get in the taxi Jayden..." Freddie said obviously noticing the figure.

We made it home to be greeted by my step mother and father. They gave quick hugs and then my dad helped us with our bags.

"Thank you Mr Davis." Freddie said politely as my dad took his main bag.

"How was your flight?" He replied just as politely.

"It was alright. Rather long though." Freddie joked.

We took our bags inside and into the small but cosy looking room with only two single beds, a small set of drawers and a rather small, dusty desk. It was as though no one had been in here for ages.

"Settle yourselves in and then make your way up stairs for a tour." My dad said as he turned and left.

I had picked up on the fact that this house looked miserable at the moment. There was also the fact that Sofia hadn't come straight out to greet me as she normally would.

"Come on, quick." I hurried Freddie as he sorted absent minded through his things.

"Aren’t you gonna sort your things out, Jayden?" He replied.

"Later." I replied quickly.

We walked up the squeaky stairs to the upstairs living room where my step mother stood by my father both displaying anxious expressions on their faces.

"Where’s Sofia?" I asked politely. Their faces suddenly changed from anxiety to grief. My mum took a step forward to come and comfort me. Was she dead? Who? What? When? Where? Why? How? I did not want to ask in case I had read too deeply into it.

"Wait-what’s going on?!" I said raising my voice. My step mother tried to take another step closer to me but I would just step backwards. Freddie and I exchanged looks of confusion and then I turned back to my parents who now had damp cheeks.

To my surprise it was my father who spoke. "Sofia was murdered. The murderer is still out there. We asked your grandparents to spread the news to you when they were in Europe but they obviously did not find time too..."

All I wanted to do now was throw myself down the stairs but my feet thought otherwise. I found myself walking towards my silently crying parents and wrapping my arms around them. Freddie however was staring in shock. I pulled away from my now sobbing parents and walked down stairs with Freddie right behind me.

I started unpacking my things whilst Freddie decided to go for a quick walk.

I can't believe she's dead...

Freddie's POV:

God I can't believe what just happened. That’s so sad. Poor Jayden...

Any way I decided to go for a walk to the nearest beach to clear my head. It had started to get rather dark out and the main source of light was street lamps. I saw a girl about my age walk past. She looked depressed and I heard a sob come from her direction. I made my way over to her to see if she was ok. Only she had disappeared into the dark misty night.

Rosalie's POV:

I swear I'd seen him before.

That dark hair, brown eyes.

I swear he was Mia's friend, Sofia's, older brothers friend.

I'd managed to find the latest news on my little sisters death and Sofia's and of course he would have flown back with Jayden for Sofia's birthday. The news must not have spread fast enough. And of course I was dead to them all. No matter the fact that I only passed out and the knife went through wrong part of my chest. The man had taken me back in realising that I was still alive. I still had my star scarred on my wrist. Possibly haunting me for the rest of my life. He fixed me up and then tonight. 3 weeks after the incident I had really healed. Well let’s just say I'm running away. Safety is important to me after everything that’s happened. Especially being as every night the man would come back with a bloody knife and blood on his muscular body. But Freddie was not safe here. I know the man would try and find me as soon as he realised I was gone. I had to run for Freddie's sake.

I heard a struggle.

Then a quiet scream.

How predictable.

Yet I ran back for him.

Freddie had a possibility of still being alive.

I ran faster and faster. Thoughts of this being a trap for my custody were held out to the last minute where he was in sight.

The man.

Knife in hand and about to run away. When he caught my eye. I pulled out the gun I had stolen from his drawer of weapons. Ready to shoot when I realised it wasn’t him. I had heard him talking to this man before. 

How the fuck did he find people to work for him?!?

I shot two bullets from the gun aiming straight for his head. One missed but the other shot his ear. My wonderful aim I thought sarcastically. Blood poured from his left ear. He cringed in agony but it did not stop him. He came for me and I shot another bullet trying to aim for his chest this time. Only my wonderful aim kicked in again and it hit his right side. Blood poured from his body once again. He fell to the ground groaning. I let out one last bullet and this time it went straight to his heart.

I ran to Freddie to see if he was still alive. Sweat was dripping from my body. I guess I was more nervous due to the fact that the real man could be chasing me down. I saw the jagged star traced along his wrist then I looked above the wrist to his back. He was lying in pools of his own blood on his stomach. I turned him over to see if the wound has gone as far in as I thought. Unfortunately it had. I looked up to his face and let out an unexpected scream.

His eyes where cut out and left in place were deep pools of blood...