Hunted.

Hunted_part 6 -now what am I going to do?

Hunted_part 6

-now what am I going to do?

"uhba.... Whoa...." Is all I can say.

"hey auntie she didn't pass out! THAT'S A GOOD THING!" my sister screams sounding like a five year old, destroying the awkward silence in the room.

"It is." my aunt says still serious while gazing out of the window at the frozen in time sky.

"but but but wait, why doesn't my sister have powers?"

"because she's your keeper."

"shes my what?"

"KEEPER!" my sister yells.

"I got that, but what is that?" I ask growing irrated.

"tomorrow young ones." My aunt cuts in.

"fine, im going to sleep." I storm off into my room, well storm off for a while. Did I mention this house is a mansion? So I stomp up the elegant stairways, on the gold colored carpets, passed the ruby red curtains, and tread on the cool turquoise bathroom tiles, taking a swift shortcut, and finally step lightly upon the plush dark plum gothic purple carpet. MY wing of the mansion. Yes I said wing, and yes I said mine. I have the east wing, and I have decorated it as well as fixed it to fit my personality and the rest of the house.

Arriving upon my royal gothic purple and black with white weathered gray theme room, I let out a sleepy yawn. I shimmy out of my booty shorts and high top converse, and into some sweats and some fluffy black moccasin type slippers. I sling my vest off, and throw my dirty clothes onto the floor and go to bed, as I feel the ripple of time unfreezing.

Sccrrrrrappppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppe! What the huh? Warmness of an unknowing light heats my comfertor that's covering my back, as my head is covered and ontop of many of my feather pillows. Scrapppeeee!! Ughhh what is the meaning of this?? More heat gathers on my back, I moan out of annoyance while my gut warns of danger- how strange?

"Morning Miss Cries." A familiar voice beckons my mind from grasping the last moments of over due rest.... Wait a MINUTE!

"Shelly!"

"Yes mistress?" my aunt's maid, Shelly replies.

"SHELLY!!"

"CARMIE!!" thud.

"Shelly! Now can you please untackled me?"

"Yes ma'm. how ya been youngster?" Shelly asks. Shelly was my first childhood friend but then she moved... and wait and minute... uh-oh....

"good... hey did aumt semd you or something?" I call as I head to the bathroom-gotta think fast.

"yes. She wants you to meet her in the basement." Oh really now? That doesn't sound like a trap at all, now does it? 'meet her in the basement' spoke the stupid sly black widow, spinning a web for her defeating death. Now where is the... oh yeah behind the candle stick décor... just pull down and twist and pull....out. Bingo! A poision dagger is now in my grasp, point one for freezer, zero for faker.

"uhh miss? Uh what are you doing??" uh shit, what do I say? ... LIGHTBULB!

"taking a shit." Insert creepy awkward silence, now. Yeah shape shifter, you are not Shelly. Blop is the sound that comes from the toilet as I drop a baby candle in the pearily white porcliean bowl.

"there it finally came out! Im going to brush my teeth now!!!" I call out, flushing the commode.

"okay Miss, bed is made." Huh, shelly would never make my bed, because I would always go back to sleep- looks like someone didn't do there homework! I turn on the faucet, brush my teeth, and place a baggy tee-shirt over my tank top and place dagger in waist of sweats underneath tank top.

"Miss, your aunt said it was urgent!"

"Okay okay okay!! Im out!" I head out of the bathroom and notice there's a still silence, as if time was frozen. Shit. So that means that I am dealing with a shape-shifter and a freezer. Crap. I hear the swift thread of stealthy footsteps behind me. Here goes nothing! Pivoting on my heels, I face my faker.

"so how does it feel to live again Shelly? Or should I say faker?" I speak with coldness ringing harsh from my mouth and eyes.

"what are you talking about carmie?"

"I mean, Shells died 8 years AGO!" My knowledge shocks the faker, but before she can attack me, I whip out the poisioned dagger and throw it. Landing in the heart, it knocks the faker to the carpet, placing crimson droplets upon the plush carpet.

"ther were... right.. you will win." The faker whispers as she spurts blood, shifting to her normal form as she dies. I quickly dash down to the basement, not allowing the death of the faker to effect me, I grab all the hidden daggers along the way. I pause before entering the basement to make sure all the daggers are hidden nicely, noting I am wearing a belt of hidden daggers upon my waist underneath sweats and tank.

I enter the basement, I see my aunt and sister in the spotlight of white light in blacked out basement. They are both tied up, which means I have successfully entered a trap.

"you are correct young one. This is a trap." A dark voice bellows in a darkened whisper behind me. Damn, Mind reader.

"yes indeed." Fuck you. Get out of my THOUGHTS!

"yes madam, now a lady of your age should not use such language." The dark voice calls out in a fatherly darkened with age and evil tone behind me, squeaking the heavy basement door shut. Ugh, mind readers and my lovely lady language. Wait how is he...?

"you are cute, and smart. And to answer your question, I drank a freezer's blood." Ewww!!! But that does answer my question about how he is able to be stading in and talking in frozen time.

"it is not as bad as you think. Now onto bussniess, cough up some blood sweet heart!" well I guess it's time to test some powers!

STOP.

This feeling of hotness fills my blood; consuming my viens, my body tenses as I have no where to release this newly released power. Then in my red filled vision, a small hole of bright light appears, then I feel as if I am being crammed into that tiny inhumanly sized hole.

An anguish scream follows me into this now bright white light.