Scars

Chapter 2: Accidental Captive

Berri's Brothers Point Of View

The night is dark. I know the night is dark, but this has an eerie effect that makes me feel like something is going wrong. I really don't know what is going wrong, I really don't know what is going to go wrong if even at all.

My watch beeps and it startles me. My ears are listening to every little sound and turning it into something that it isn't ,for example, a slight settling in the floor could turn into some demonic maniac serial killer trying to navigate his way through our somewhat twisted household. I wouldn't know why anyone would want to go "crazy psychopath" on anyone in the house.

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Emerita's Point Of View

I can see darkness shrouding the diminutive corridor of the majestic mansion. I strategically and slowly place my knee-high high-heeled boots trying not to disturb any living beings in this castle. I don't know how many twisted mortals occupy the building, but I am after that one pathetic girl. The floor makes a creak underneath my feet. I freeze. After a half a minute, I keep walking. I think her room is at the end of the corridor, but I can't just jump in the last room at the end of the corridor and start murdering the putrid person laying in that bed. I could do that, but that could jeopardise my plan. I walk past the first room I have seen. There must be a few more rooms with "humans" resting their eyes with their air-filled heads laying on their pillows.

I reach the end of the corridor. I poke my head around the corner to see who lays in the darkness. Her brother is laying on the bed. I don't bother disturbing him because if I did I could possibly risk my opportunity. I back out of the murky pig-sty and walk along the hall.

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Oh hell, something just poked their head through the door, It looked like a human. I couldn't see properly, but it looked like a female with a black dress, dark hair and high-heels.

My body is frozen to the bed, my head feels hot with fear. My heartbeat seems to echo through my dark room. I get up really slowly trying to make as little sound as I can, my bed springs don't make any noise from the weight difference as it usually does. I don't know what I'm getting myself into, if anything happened at all, I could have just made it up, maybe not.

I can hear a door open with a slight creaking of the door hinge. I freeze. I poke my head around the door frame. I can see the back of possibly the same figure I saw before. I pull my head back.

I can't just go in there, it might have a knife, I didn't see a knife, but people get smarter a bit every day. I thing. I hear a muffled scream coming from my sister's room. A small growl emits from the room as well. What the hell is going on? I see the figure walk out of the room holding another...My sister! I slowly and silently step out of my doorway and follow the figure. I feel like screaming, but I don't like things that growl. I follow the person or animal.

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I get into my black car, as before, I kick it into gear and drive off with the unconscious captive in the back.