Young Writers Society

Your morning starts out like any other morning until your family starts to act weird, and talk about gangs, and criminality. You think it's just a phase that will pass...until your family tries to kill you.
What do you do?



Rules
.NO swear words
.NO indications towards sex, pornography, or memes please
.NO jokes about serious subjects such as death, heartache or suffering, life, or another person.

.Please write in past tense.
.Please write using either first or third prospective.
.If someone has different religious believes then you please be respectful of that
.Violence is okay by me, but I do have restrictions. Please PM me about those restrictions before posting violent content.

Have fun escaping certain death!

Jasmine had clung to the roof of a blue house going on three hours. She had no idea where she was, all she knew was that she had ran, and ran, until she couldn't run anymore. Her mother, father, brother and sister had tried to kill her that morning. The gunshot wound in her leg had stopped bleeding, but the bullet was still in there. Jasmine couldn't even remember how she had escaped. Her muscles had cramped up so bad that she wasn't sure she could get off the roof. Jasmine knew her "family" would hunt her down until they had killed her. She began crying.

Slowly, Jackston slowly patrolled the property. He was a hunter, a ruthless killer searching for his prey-his sister.
With deadly precision he looked through the various bushes that dotted the yard.
No Jasmine.
Next he searched the garden, carefully looking through every nook and cranny she could have hid in.
No Jasmine.
The sound of crying sounded. Instantly on the alert, he turned and scanned the area.
No Jasmine.
Then he saw her willowy form on the roof.
Quickly he grabbed a ladder and with cat-like agility climbed up to the roof.
Jasmine let out a shriek when she saw him.
But it was all music to Jackstons ears. He let out a mocking laugh, and readied his gun.
There would be no escape this time.

Jasmine drew a knife from beneath her shirt and threw it at Jackston to buy some time. It lodged in his leg and she quickly rolled behind the chimney. She could not get to the ladder, and it was a looooong drop to the ground. Jasmine saw Jackston stand up and knew she had to move quickly. She let go and began to fall-halfway down she caught a windowsill, yelling in pain as her shoulder got yanked out of it's socket. She pulled herself up and through the window. Her breath was coming in gasps now, but she couldn't stop.

Jackston gasped, as excruciating agony crawled through his shoulder as the knife hit it's mark. He closed his eyes, and breathed in deeply waiting for the pain to go away.
When he opened his eyes he found that Jasmine had gone.
Muttering curses all the way he slowly crawled down the latter favoring his wounded arm, and touched down on the earth.
His mind began to spin.
How was he going to kill his sister? His father had said, ''Go. Kill Jasmine. Or you die.''
But he hadn't been expecting her to throw a knife his way. He hadn't been expecting her to put up any kind of fight.
This was going to be harder then he thought.

Jasmine saw Jackston land on the ground. She wasn't going to be able to go out the front door. She made it to the second floor and spotted a small fire escape window. She opened it, drew her willowy frame through and landed softly on the grass. She groaned as her leg collapsed. She headed for the road.

Yuliana saw Jasmine run out of her house. What in the world... she though, racing to her aid. Yuliana and Jasmine had been best friends since birth - they had both been born on the same day, and just yesterday they had celebrated their birthday. They were both eighteen.

Yuliana had a fun time with her friends and family, and she didn't know what had gotten into everyone today. They were acting weird, tripping her, pushing her, throwing plates and utensils her way.

Maybe that was what was happening at Jasmine's end as well. Maybe. Yuliana gasped when she saw the wound on Jasmine's leg. "Jasmine!" she yelled across the not-so-busy street. "Come here!"

Jasmine put on as much speed as she could, made it over to Yuliana and grabbing her, dragged her to a tree and collapsed, her leg no longer able to take the strain.
"They're trying to kill me!" She whispered, her eyes darting about. "What is your family doing?"

Hanging his head, Jackston walked into his house.
''Did you catch the little rodent?'' a deep voice asked.
Jackston flinched. He knew that voice all to well. He slowly looked up to meet his fathers scrutinizing gaze.
''No.'' he admitted. ''She threw a knife at me and ran away.''
His fathers face concerted into an ugly scowl.
''Well? What are you waiting for? Go after her!'' He bellowed
Jackston sighed. He was starting to have doubts.
''Dad are you sure this is the right thing to do? I mean, what has Jasmine ever done?''
Her father snorted.
''NO SENTIMENT!'' he yelled. ''GO KILL YOUR SISTER OR I KILL YOU MYSELF!''
Jackston glanced at his arm.
''I'm in no state to do anything. My arm needs time to heal.'' He argued.
''Your arm be dammed!'' His father shouted in response.
Jackston knew what that meant. Slowly he walked out of the house and patrolled the grounds. If he were his sister where he would hide? Somewhere sheltered, warm, and far off....he stiffened when he spied a huge white house in the distance.
He knew who lived there.
A girl called Yuliana.
And he new something else.
Jasmine and Yuliana were good friends. If Jasmine were to turn to anyone for help it would be Yuliana.
Slowly a creepy grin spread across his face.
''I have you now sister.''
And off he marched towards the little white house.

Jasmine peered around the tree and saw Jackston coming. She cursed. "Yuliana, we need to go, like, now! Or you need to give me a knife. I wasn't able to grab all of mine before I left. Jackston will kill you to. And if your family has turned and gotten all weird like mine has, they'll team up and come after us. We are in huge trouble."

She pulled herself up using the tree.

Jackstone halted about three meters from the house. His doubts were coming back. So what if he killed Jasmine? What then? Where would that put him? At his fathers favor? He gulped. And Where would that put Jasmine?-In a grave.
He just couldn't do this. He just couldn't...Jackston shook himself. He had no time for sentiment. No time for doubts.
He prowled closer to the house.
''Jasmine!'' He tried to speak threateningly but his sorrow, and regret kept catching in his voice.
He shook himself again. He had to focus on killing his sister.
''I know your in there. You can run but I will find you where ever you hide.''
His voice was perfectly malicious but...that wasn't the best threat in the world. These doubts were getting to him.
Jackston glanced at his rifle.
He didn't need to talk. His gun would speak for him. He lifted his weapon, pulled the trigger and shot a window.
There was a loud crash as shattered glass flew everywhere. Then a loud scream. He knew his bullet had hit human flesh.
Instead of feeling elated though, he felt sick.

Jasmine watched this, her head whirling. "I hate to say this Yuliana, but Jackston just shot someone in your family, which will help us. Your family must be after you just like mine is after me." Jasmine sighed and noticed the tear in her shirt for the first time. She ribbed a piece off and wrapped it around her leg. She then grabbed a rock and leaned around the tree.

"Why are you doing this to me Jackston?" Her pain, sorrow and confusion filtered through into her voice. "Why are any of you doing this to me? What have I done?"

She stood poised, ready to dunk and move when he fired, but also ready to throw. Her marshal arts were proving useful after all.

Jackston shook his head sadly and lowered his gun.
''You don't understand.'' he explained. ''I don't want to do this to you. I just have to.''
He hoped his sister would understand. It was a matter of his life or her death. ''If I don't kill you, I'll die.'' His voice caught. ''I'm sorry.''
Jackston closed his eyes.
''Do you remember the things mother used to tell us about heaven? How the streets were made of gold, and in heaven there is no suffering? You can at least take comfort in the fact that if you die, you'll go there.''
Tears streamed down Jasmine's face though she held her stance.
''Don't you talk to me about my mother!'' she snarled. ''And you are hardly one to talk of heaven! You can go to hell for all I care!''
Jackston froze at that.
How could she wish her own brother to hell? But then again...Wasn't he the one wishing his own sister to heaven?
Jasmine must of seen him hesitate for the next thing he knew she flew at him with a kick to his shin.

Jackston's slight hesitation was all Jasmine needed, that and the rage provided by Jackston mentioning their mother. She slid in, kicked his chin, and as he gasped in pain she swept her leg at his feet, knocking him to the ground. He dropped the gun as he fell and came at her with his fist. It met her rib-cage and she grunted, but kept fighting. She grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm, flipped around a little and wrapped him in a headlock with her legs. She was wounded, had lost a lot of blood and it was taking everything she had to hold on with the way Jackston was struggling.
"You. Are. Such. An. Idiot." She said between clenched teeth.
"Did our loving father tell you that it would be you in a grave if you didn't put me in one? Is that really where your brain stopped working?" Jasmine's face was soaked with tears, but she held on and kept talking. "My twin brother. Did you expect me just to give up because of that? Because Mom's gone?" Her free arm had knocked the gun over to Yuliana and it now came to help her other arm. She took his wrist, stiffened, and snapped it. He yelled in pain and grabbed her hair and pulled. Jasmine screamed but refused to let go. "We could stay like this forever, brother dear. Till death comes to us both. I'm not letting go and you know that."

''My brain has never stopped working sweet sister.'' Jackston snarled. ''And your dumber then I thought if you think I'd ever forget mother!''
He tightened his grip on her hair.
Jasmine laughed.
''And I suppose this is all for her then? Really Jackston, you are the biggest fool I've ever met, thinking your so tough slinging that hideous gun around.''
Jackston grinned wryly.
''And you think your so brave with your iron fist and steely words-even though I'm the one who has you by a hair.''
Jasmine didn't flinch.
''Do you really?'' she asked and kicked him in the chin sending him to the earth. Jackston attempted to get up but sharp pain bit at his spine, forcing him to lay back down. He recalled how an hour earlier he'd said it was going to be hard killing Jasmine. He had no idea how right he was.
''No so powerful are you?'' Jasmine observed.
Jackston realized he had been beaten-for now. Gritting his teeth against the pain he rose to his feet.
''Know this Jasmine-I will send you to the grave even if it's the last thing I do.''
Muttering to himself he grabbed his gun and walked away.
''Know this brother dear-you are a coward!'' Jasmine sneered after him.
Jackston flinched at the insult, but walked on.