What would you do if you came home one day and saw that there was a fire going in your fireplace and your parents had become the wood. Would you do something different if the murderer was still in your house? Yeah, I thought you'd change your mind.
I ran.
For my life.
The police station was way far from my house but I kept running anyway. It was hard not to look back at the sight of a murderer chasing after me, knife in hand. I knew if I turned around my face would be sliced in half and I would unite with my parents once again. But I wasn't going to let that happen. Not today.
But maybe I was when I fell to the ground gasping for air.
It was dark.
Pitch black.
Nothing.
I wondered if this is what it felt like to die. Laying on the ground, blackness surrounding me. Though, I was expecting more along the lines of seeing a bright light and the glorious gates of heaven. No, all I saw was black. And I could hear a voices.
"Do you think she's dead?" A deep voice asked. "No. You only knocked her out. She's still alive." I heard another, higher voice, say.
"What should we do?"
"Try waking her up." I felt a cold hand touch my face. And my head was moving back and forth. I slowly started to come back to conciousness, but I kept my eyes shut. I wasn't planning on going with them. Maybe if I stayed this way for awhile they'll think I'm dead and I'll get away.
So not happening now. They picked me up and carried me. Nothing can get much worse so I opened my eyes. I was looking right up at the sky and the murderer's face. I started squirming, trying to get away. The guy felt me squiming and held onto me tighter. "Morning, sweet cheeks." He said to me not looking down.
"Don't you dare call me that. Now let me down this second or I swear."
"I don't think I should put you down. I don't trust you, do you Uncle Geo?" He looked over at a man about the age that my dad was. The man shook his head and laughed. "Not a bit." He turned back toward me and I finally got a good look at his face. He had pitch black hair, deep, sparkling, brown eyes and very tan skin. "I'm not putting you down." he said.
I started kicking but he kept hold on me and I didn't even move an inch. He laughed at me and I just gave up. "Well, since you're not going to put me down, we might as well get to know each other. My name is Jessica, yours?" Anybody would know not to give your name to a murderer but I figured if I tell him mine he'll tell me his, right?
"Jamey."
"That's a nice name, now is that spelled with and -ie?"
"-ey. My mom liked to spell names weirdly." I was lost for a second. "You mean, your mom LIKES to spell names weirdly."
"No, I meant to say liked. She died a couple months ago."
"My parents died too. You killed them." He stopped right in his tracks banging me right into his rockhard abs. I rubbed my head. "What in the world are you talking about?"
"I came home from school and my parents were being burned in a fire and you were standing right there pushing my mom's leg into the fire." I started crying and he lifted his hand to my head and I pushed it away. "That wasn't me."
"Who was it then, Jamey? Your twin brother Jerry?" he was quiet. I had him. He did it, he couldn't dig himself out of this. He looked down at me. "Jessica that wasn't me, it was them."
"And who would 'them' be?" I crossed my arms across my chest. He closed his eyes. "It's complicated." Boy, was that a stupid excuse. He knew he did it, he just didn't want to admit it. "Jamey, that is the most stupid excuse I've ever heard."
"Fine, I'll tell you, but you're gonna think I'm crazy."
"I already think you're crazy." He smiled at me but I kept a straight face. He did have a georgeous smile though, it was really hard not to smile back. "Anyway, when I was little I went to a carnival with my family, and there was a guy there that was casting magic on people. Bad magic. And I insisted that I have a spell put on me. The man agreed to and he turned me into a scaven. Do you know what a scaven is?" I shook my head. "Well, it's a dangerous creature, worse than any vampire or werewolf. Black all around. Evil red eyes. Claws as sharp as knives. Teeth sharper than a vampire and shark and werewolf's combined, so when even if the ends of it's teeth touch you you'll die immediatly. The only reason it's teeth are so sharp is so nothing can kill it. Vampires, goblins, werewolves, phantoms, nothing can kill the beast. Only one thing can kill it."
"What is the thing?" I asked.
"That's the problem, no one knows."
"Wait, hold up, if you're a scaven then why aren't you in scaven form?" I looked him right in the eye. "Since the guy transformed me into a scaven, I'm not a scaven all the time only when it wants me to be."
"Then how do people permanantly turn into a scaven?"
"They have to be scratched by one but if they are bitten they die."
"Oh, but did you or did you not kill my parents?" I asked him. I was still in his arms and I was starting to really get uncomfortable. "Well, I guess in a way I did but I also didn't do it.
"So, it was the scaven part of you that did it."
"Now you're getting a hang of it." I did that arm motion when you bring you're elbow into your stomach and bring it back up. I don't know what it's called but it might be called cha-ching but I'm not sure. He laughed. "Can I ask you one more thing."
"Yeah, of couse."
"Can you let me down now? I promise I won't leave. I don't have anywhere to go."
