Hunted.

Hunted_part 7 - this is awkward..

Hunted_part 7

- this is awkward..

The anguish scream soon dies out, and I'm lost in darkness, my power feeds into the darkness I am in. The burning sensation departed me, leaving coldness in the viens it once touched but sends a burning light down the into this dark deep void.

I try to muster up some power but it seems like I have lost all control.

-boss is dead.

-where is the girl?

-why'd the boss scream?

Holy shit! Where are all these voices coming from???

"Well darling you are in my mind," speaks a raspy voice from surrounding darkness.

"who are you?" I whisper.

"Well I go by many names, but mostly you should know I am a hunter." The voice replies.

"Okay... well why are you so raspy? Do you smoke?"

"Sigh child, you are not understanding your own power. I am dying internay, you are killing me by being inside my mind. I was sent to kill you, and your family too. You were better than I thought you were. My crew is waiting for the final call on what to do, get out so I can tell them to leave." Replies the voice of the hunter, even raspier.

"Well I don't know how to get out or I would have left alredy." I reply with teen diva attitude.

"just imagine yourself in your basement again. Do it quickly, before I die." The voice coaches me. I shut my eyes to the capturing darkness and focus on my auntie's basement; all the history lessons I have learned there; my mother's laughter as I failed on my first try of freezing time; my sister and aunt tied up in the dim dark cold lifeless basement. Omph! My feet reconnect with floor and weirht reconnects with feet, and I fall to the floor. Ow?!

"Grab-"

"Boss just sent-"

"Yeah. I. know."

"okay so if yall could come out of the shadows, that be great." I accent my words with a full on fake southern bell lass voice.

"yes'um" the two different voices say in sync.

I pick myself up, and find the light switch. Lights flicher on filling the room with the cofy glow of all the warm lights. Two gusy in ninja suits are in the far corners of the room while the "hunter" lies motionless on the floor behind me at the door leading out of the basement- what the hell happened, I think as my eyes scope the room. I skip over to my aunt and sister, untie them, give hugs, and recive odd glances from my aunt.

"So what are we going to do with them?" I gesture over to the ninja people in the corner while addressing my family.

"hmmm.. well we will find out what their leader told themto do, and then we will go from there."my aunt takes charge by using a combination tone.

"Yes." Is all I can say. I gather my courage as I slowly walk over to the statue-like ninja men.

"Madam." Both ninja men mutter as I reach the distance between the two.

"why hello boys, now could you car to fill a lass like me in?"I again use a southern bell accent, just to spice things up!

"Well originally, we were supposed to kill you, but boss sent out a message saying to now protect you and join the 'White Midnight' group or something like that..." ninja thug in left corner trails off after muttering what I needed to know.

"and are you going to follow his orders?" I ask, dropping the country accent while picking up a powerful tone.

"follow. We signed a contract. We follow until it ends. Then we decide." Ninja thug in right corner robaticlly answers.

"what group was that you said?," my aunt pipes, pooping up behind me.

"White Midnight." Both ninja thugs robatically reply while I swivel to fae my aunt with a quizzical look on my face.

"Come with me, ALL of you." My aunt says before sighing.

As we trump towards Auntie's study, I notice all the royal colors and lovely royal ancient antique items along the way. Portraits of men and women line the hallways. There is always a woman with red eyes, a freezer, surrounded by a group of men and women with white irises and black eyeballs. Continuing along the wind that is my Aunt's, we tread past my favorite portrait dated in 1986, the red-eyed woman stands on a snow covered mountain slope with mountains in the background, holding a glinting gold elegantly constructed spear that travels past her head, blood red tip shows a blood droplet, a very wise contrast against the snowy background; her misty smoke-colored dress coupled with her waist length night black hair completely dominates the portrait, even her group in black is nothing compared to the freezer.

"CARM!" my aunt barks from her study, rudefully pulling my attention from the eye appealing portrait. I walk down the long hallway leading the way to my Aunt's study. Arriving my aunt ushers me to a seat.

"now where was i? oh the white Midnight group is a group that's soul purpose is protecting each of the seven power childs." My aunt apparently finishes explaining something important. Wait! LIGHTBULB MOMENT!

"wait so is that what are all the portraits about?" I ask.

"Yes sister." My sister replies dully.

"So we are supposed to protect her? No matter what?" I guess ninja thug one questions.

"protect her?" ninja thug two asks in disbelief.

"Yes." My Aunt answers powerfully.

"that isn't awkward." I mumble.