"THEY ARE IN THE LOWER LEVEL!!!!!" My father yelled just before the knife could touch the delicate skin on my neck, I kept my eyes shut from seeing what was going on around me. I was too scared to, "In the vault... With everything I have found over the years."
"Father... No!" I whispered in disbelief as I opened my eyes to see James striding towards him, "Then I guess you have served your purpose..." Without hesitation, he opened fire onto my father.
My throat contracted as I let out a blood-chilling shriek, my father's body fell forward into his own pool of blood splatter. I watched James' boots turn towards me, the metal clasps on his boots made a clinking noise as he walked; "Now what to do with you and your brothers, my dear?"
"We won't say anything!! I... I swear!!! Just please---"
"Shhhhh...." He pressed his finger up against my trembling lips, "You know I can't let that happen." My fingers wrapped themselves around something sharp underneath my knee as he spoke;
"Please... I'm begging you..." I whimpered but I only saw the edges of his mouth curl into a grin, "I could keep you as my pet." He suggested while I got a better grip on the shard of glass;
"Then you can go burn in hell!!!" I screamed as I brought the knife down to his face, he was caught off guard and didn't have a chance to avoid my attack. The shiny glass from my grandmothers prized Egyptian mirror slit into his eye with ease.
I let go of the weapon and started to sprint back the way I came, the door was still open from when I entered and the hallway was empty enough for me to make my escape. I started to run back to my room in a blind fit of fear, I heard yelling down the corridor making me skid to a stop. I grabbed the nearest corner and swung my weight down another hallway. It was dimly lit and I couldn't make out where in my house I was, but I could hear shouts coming closer and closer to me.
I turned a random knob and locked myself in the room, I backed farther and farther away from the door as shadows appeared and disappeared underneath the door. I jumped out of my skin when I touched the wall with my back, I clasped my hands over my mouth to keep myself from breathing too heavily and tried to look around me for anything that could possibly hide if needed.
I waited until I heard no more shouts on the other side of the door before I made my escape. I desperately wanted the safety of my room, I peeked around the door and saw that everything was clear. My chamber was just on the opposite side of the big hall, where I just came from.
I picked up my gown and bolted towards the main hall, the way was clear until suddenly James stopped dead in front of me. A smile crept up his face as he saw sheer fear cross my face when I stopped running. He pulled his pistol out from behind his back and pointed it at me, "Checkmate,"
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The Girl With Broken Wings
FantasyPhoenix is my real name, no one knows that. No one ever needs to know because if they do... Then they already know too much Phoenix has lived more than 3 lives, she died, she lived and she fell. She changes her name each time she moves to a new city...
