Four and a half days have passed by since I had told my friends about the letter from the mysterious A, and I was afraid. It had been so long since I had felt this way, as if Death had come to visit me again, to torture me with those horrid nightmares that haunt me every single night. I shudder at the thought. There is a knock at my door.
"Yes?" I call, wary of anything that could set me off.
The door creaks slightly as a head pops into my room. It was Harris, my twin brother. I sigh in relief.
"Hey Cece," he says nervously.
I go pale all of a sudden.
"What happened brother?" I dared asking.
Harris walks over to the television and turns it on to the news.
"You need to see this," he says.
I suddenly see a picture of Jeff on the screen. I read the words below it, and I suddenly choke in a sob.
"Fifteen year old Jeff Rodgers was reported missing early this evening by Kayla Banks, who was the last person to see him before a black SUV came out of nowhere and abducted him," says news reporter Brenda Hayes.
"No," I whisper, my voice starting to break. "Why him? What did he ever do to deserve this?"
Harris looks at me, his face full of regret, guilt and sorrow.
"To protect you Ciera," he mumbles, his words barely audible.
"W-what do you mean?" I say, tears rolling down my cheeks.
My brother seldomly closed his eyes.
"Remember the accident?" Harris asks me.
"Yes, b-but what does that have to d-do with this?" I snap at him accusingly.
"There are very bad people after you, sister. It wasn't an accident that mom and dad had died and you lived." he tells me.
"I d-don't believe you, brother," I reply miserably.
"Ciera," Harris opens his eyes and stares at me with dark, depressing eyes. "If me, Jarrid, Jeff or Lee hadn't gotten to you in time, then you would have been taken by those people who had taken Jeff. You don't know it, but you are the one who can save the whole world from going into an era of fear, torture and pure darkness."
My eyes widen in terror.
"No. T-that isn't true."
I don't go to school the following Monday. It had been two days since Jeff had been abducted, and I didn't want to be at a place that reminds me of Jeff.
"Are you sure you want to stay hom Cece?" Harris had asked me an hour ago before he had to get on the bus.
I nodded my head.
"I j-just can't, Harris," I said, afraid that I will break down again.
"Okay. So until either I or Jarrid get back later today, you need to keep all of the doors and windows locked, and do not open the door for anyone. Can you remember all that?"
"Yes." I looked out of the window, starting to drift off into a day dream again. Harris hugged me and left to catch the bus before it left him behind.
I blink a few times, snapping out of my memory daze. A cloaked figure ducks out of sight. I remember what my brother had told me the night before last, and I run upstairs to my room and lock the door. A moment later, I hear the front door smash onto the wooden floor of the main entrance.
"Find her foolssss," a deep, dark voice hisses at its comrads. "The bossss told ussss to catch her before ssshe essscapessss again."
Footsteps stomp up the stairwell. Trembling in fear, I look out the window, only to find that the back side of the house had been swarmed with dark, unfamiliar people.
"Shit," I curse under my breath. There was no escape.
The door to my room slams open, and I turn around to see a young, pale face with multiple scars around his eyes.
"Hello Ccciera," he says, taking a step towards me. "Do you remember me?"
I shrink away from him. I had seen him before, and I was terrified of what he could do if I try anything. I had never been this frightened since I saw my mother die in front of me those few short years ago.
