The Deadly Star

Chapter 5: How far do the rules in this game bend?

I was still running when I reached my best friend’s house. I wasn't sure if I should knock as they still believed I was dead so I went round the side and threw stones at her window.

No one answered, so I started to climb up the wall to her window. Luckily for me the clothes I was given were easily to climb in. I was nearly there when the brick one of my feet were on was on came loose and sent me flying back down to the ground with a thump.

That made the window fly open immediately and a green eyed, messy brown haired girls head popped out with a confused expression. I let my hair fall over my face so she wouldn’t see me straight away and stood up whilst looking at the ground.

"Amy?" I said.

"Yes...and you would be?" She replied.

I tilted my head upwards and allowed my hair to fall back behind my shoulders.

"Holy fuck. How?! this can’t be?! stop fooling with me!" Amy was panicking now.

"Amy...shh...shh. It’s really me. Rosalie."

"Ohmygod! I'm coming to the back door meet me round there now!!"

I walked over to the back door I had snuck through so many times just to talk about random shit with my best friend.

"ROSALIE!!" Amy screamed as she threw her arms around my neck. "I can't believe your alive. How?" Tears were streaming down both of our faces.

"Well. You were told I was murdered right?"

"Yes. Tell me the rest when we're inside. Quickly." She hurried up the stairs quietly without making a sound and I followed, shutting the door behind me.

Amy seated herself down on her bed and said. "Explain. Now." I gave her the brief description of how I was still alive, she asked to see my wounds just for proof which was understandable, and then she snuck downstairs to bring me up some food. 5 minutes passed and I had the urge to go down stairs to check how she was going, but she had already warned me that her parents were home and that they would be downstairs watching TV in the lounge in which you had to go through to get into the kitchen.

Muffled footsteps started towards the door of Amy's bedroom and I opened it slightly just before the person did to check their face. Just as I peeped through the slight gap I saw dark clothing, nothing like what Amy had been wearing. Then my eyes flew up the lean figure and saw a bloody knife being slid out of a jacket pocket. I sucked in a breath and started drawing my eyes away from Him. I knew it was him. It must be. Although his minions all look the same, it had to be Him. He made his way down the hallway, opening every door on the way through. When I heard him reach my door I hid behind where the door would be after opened, Amy's scissors in hand and other fist clenched.

The door slowly opened as I held my breath. As soon as he took a step in I jumped out from behind the door with the scissors flying at his stomach. They lightly pierced his skin. Oh shit, I though, he has a fucking knife and these fucking scissors won't work with me! I pushed the scissors harder into his flesh drawing blood slightly. I put all my weight through the scissors while he tried to struggle away from me. The scissors fell to the ground covered in this cruel man’s blood. He groaned slightly and then grabbed my wrist dragging me further into the room and pushed me onto the bed tucked into the corner. I pulled myself up straight and sat up.

"Why are you here?" I asked firmly.

"My dear, are you really that black and white? I'm here for you." He replied calmly.

"Who did you kill?!" I said noticing the blood covered knife clenched tightly in his hand.

"I think you mean to ask who didn't I kill?"