Butterfly

Chapter 1

Casey

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​ I tried to drag my feet down the long and dark hallway, trying not to get caught. Silent tears ran down my cheeks as I heard my older brother's screams, as he was being slaughtered by the cold hearted killer. It never seemed to end. The last thing he ever said to me was:

​"Everything will be alright."

-5 days ago-

Connor

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​ "Mom, Dad! We're home!" I had shouted when Casey and I had stepped in through the front door. When I didn't hear them reply, I got a little worried. They don't usually leave without telling us. I usually got a text message from them.

​ "Maybe we should check the fridge?" Casey asked.

So on she went in front of me as I followed right behind her. I saw a single sticky note on the fridge, making it look very empty. She picked it off and read it. Casey knitted her eyebrows in confusion.

​ "What's wrong?" wondering what had made her confused.

​ "Nothing's wrong, it's just that the note says that mom and dad are going to be gone for 'bout a week," she replied. Huh, I thought, they should have told us before. Reading my expression, she replied, "Something must have just come up. Don't worry, Connor, they'll be back in a week."

​ I gave her an incredulous look as she left the room. It's like she's 16, like me, instead of 13, her own age. Oh well, I suppose it's okay for her to take care of me sometimes, I thought smiling to myself. Turning on the TV, I switched to the news channel, wanting to find out what's up with the world.

​ The anchorman on the TV was looking a little worried as he was passing the news. Why would he be worried? Is it his first day or something? But then I saw the headlines.

​"Serial Killer on the Loose- Redmond, Washington"

​ "Oh, no," Casey was trembling, "That's here."

​ To think that a serial killer was here in our city was terrifying.

​"Don't worry. Besides, what are the odds that we'll see this guy anyway?" I reassured her. I spoke too soon.

Casey

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"Whatever," I told my brother so he wouldn't think I was scared. I didn't want him to be worried about me. I could take care of myself. Meanwhile, the TV was blaring on and on that we should lock our windows and doors and not to go outside unless needed to. I really was scared, though. "I think we sho—," I was interrupted when the TV shut off. Just like that. Connor went over to see if the plug was loose, but there was no sign of that.

I went over to the living room's light switch and switched it to on. Nothing. Blackouts never happened here. Never. Now I was starting to get even more scared. First, a serial killer is on the loose. Then, there's a blackout.

"I'll get some candles from the basement later when it's nighttime," he said to me, thinking I was afraid of the dark. I wasn't afraid of the dark. I was just afraid of what could come from the dark. "Hey, don't worry. Everything will be alright."