NightCrawler✔

Chapter 32

Her crimson red blood began pouring onto the porch and my vision clouded with tears. I wasn't really sure what had just happened, but another two gunshots erupted and the sound of glass shattering followed very close behind it. A big hand wrapped around my wrist as a blurr of men wearing labcoats and masks walked out of our house pointing guns at the car and I.

"Get out the car!" I heard one of the men yell as he passed me. I was handcuffed and was now being pulled down the porch I stared at the car my heart beat slowing. The passenger seat window was broken and Harry and Mabel were lying lifeless with their blood splattered against the wheel and dashboard. They pulled Landon out of the car by his dark brown hair and Jacob by the grey hood of his hoodie. I felt a jab in my arm and everything I was seeing hit me like a truck.

My head snapped backwards as the tears poured out of my eyes.

"Mommy! Mommy!" I cried struggling against the doctors. I watched them lift her body and pull her back into the house her blood leaving a trail behind them. I slowly looked at the car and my stomach churned as they carried me to a truck. They killed my mom, Mabel, and Harry. All the people that have been like parents to me. The wind picked up blowing my blonde brown hair that was stopping just below my collarbone, in all directions. Dark clouds covered the sky and the sun was setting. Jacob, Landon and I screamed and faught against the men and suddenly everything began to get darker and darker.

I was unsure if it was the clouds of whatever they'd injected me with.

Then finally everything was black.

The soft sound of rain woke me and I lifted my head. My brain throbbed against my skull and everything hurt. An open gash on my head was leaking with blood and it sent shivers of pains up and down my body. The room was very dimm and I was strapped to an iron chair that held me firmly by the wrists, neck, and ankles. I looked around at the other four chairs in the room, two of which were occupied by my best friends Jacob and Landon. There was another person, but I couldn't see her properly.

"Guys," I said softly my voice sounding far more hoarse than usual. My throat hurt and I could barely swallow. The room was freezing cold and my clothes were damp. "Guys?" I repeated Landon's head shifted slightly and Jacob didn't move.

The door in the far corner of the room swung open for a fraction of a second giving me a glimse of the room I was in. Jacob, Landon and this other girl were in the same condition as me. Bloody wounds, cuts and bruises. Ripped skin and swelling muscles. I frowned and the sound of a gun being loaded bounced off the walls of the dark room. I watched the shilouette walk closer until they were standing in the light.

A big, scary grin plastered across his face.

I felt the urge to roll my eyes, but didn't because he was holding a gun.

"We meet again," Holmer smiled pointing the gun at everyone around the room who I just realized to be conscious again. The light in the room brightened and I could see Holmer a lot better. He looked a lot more pampered up as if he'd just come from seeing important people.

"I'm so sorry about the loss of your mother Iris," He pouted at me then grinned wide again. "She was really beautiful, reminded me of you a bit," I furrowed my eyebrows at his statement and looked around at everyone else.

"Anyways," Holmer continued. "We've gathered here today to show you three immature brats," He looked at Landon Jacob and I individually before lifting the gun to my head. Tears began flooding out of my eyes and I squeezed down on my lower lip.

Is this really how it's going to end?

I stared at the gun that was in my face then looked up at Holmer who was smiling down at me.

He turned the gun to Landon who was on my left then then to Jacob who was next to him and pulled the trigger. I squeezed my eyes shut and let loose my cries. Sobs came from next to me and the echo left a high pitched screech in my ear for a couple of seconds. Holmer's laughter filled the room, and my heart stopped beating.