Prologue:
That young girl, delighted, ran out of her room and rushed to the stairs. Past the perfectly-aligned China on the cabinet and the austere painting of a flower. Reaching downstairs, she searched for her parents while holding on to the present she got for her 14th birthday. When she can’t find her parents in the kitchen, a place in which they would always be on their free time, she reached for the door next to the kitchen counter, leading to the backyard.
They were not there.
Perplexed, the blond girl surveyed the area only to find the flowers perfectly adorned in their place and the grass well-trimmed and some gardening tools perfectly aligned in the shed. The sun shone in the finest way, warming the surrounding and the smell of grass filled her nostrils.
“Smash!”
The sound piqued the girl’s curiosity. It seems to be coming from the living room. Confident her parents will be there, she shuffled inside the house through the door from which she came out. Sound of smashing stuffs was heard. Excited, the girl increased her pace, believing the sound to be coming from the television.
“Stop!! Please, Stop!!”
The voice sound familiar to her. A bit afraid, she continued on walking but at a slower pace, scared of what’s to come beneath the white curtains, blocking the sight of the living room from the kitchen. When she got closer, the sound and voices became very clear and she was appalled. Nervous as a young girl would, she went to the living room, only to witness a horrifying sight.
She was thunderstrucked. Shocked.
The living room was a mess. The television shattered, the pictures on the walls were on the floor and the coffee table broken.
Her mother were on the floor motionless, blood gushing out of her forehead. She’s holding a small table lamp which bulb had been splintered.
Her father was in a struggle with an unknown person wearing a mask, and her father was losing. He held an axe which he swung at the masked person. The masked person fought back by drawing out a blade from his black bag. Feared, the young girl cowered in tears and she closed her eyes, blocking the view from her sight. She was terrified. Panicked.
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Is her mother dead?
Who is that masked person?
Why is her father fighting with him?
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Silence enveloped the room. Looking up, the young girl found the masked man staring down at her.
“I’ve come for you, Scarlet”
As a response, the young girl, who’s called Scarlet ran back to the kitchen. She was very scared. She hid behind a kitchen counter, and equipped herself with a black kitchen knife. She knew for a moment that her mother and father was dead and the masked guy is coming for her. Crossing her finger that the man wouldn’t find her, she hold back her tears and refused the need to snort as this might alert the man.
“Scarlet! There you are!!”
The masked man approached her and tackled her, as if to kidnap the young girl. Acting out of fear, she stabbed the man’s shoulder and pushed him away from her and escaped to the living room. The man, in pain, went out to the backyard.
Sound of police siren was heard.
Relieved, the young girl went outside through the front door, past her mother’s and her father’s body. Waving at the police car which was coming down the street, she cried. Two blue suit men walk out of the car and took out their guns.
“Stop!”
Confused, the girl approached the police.
“Stop! Don’t move! Let go of that knife!”
The young girl was dismayed. She found herself carrying the kitchen knife and her foot relatively splatered with bloods. Her parents was killed and the person who is responsible for it is nowhere to be found. She tried to explain things, only to get herself disarmed by the police and her hands cuffed. Her world was torn apart. She was only fourteen and her parents was taken from her. Now, her future is too, because she was accused of the massacre of her own family.
-Nefarious Alike by KueVanGiruet
(So sorry if there are many grammar mistakes and any spelling error as well as wrong usage of words. )