Deception--Chapter 1

So this is a story I wrote last night, and I thought I'd post it so here we go. Please review and I'll give you...a...hippo! <-- Cannot resist the hippo now can you?

Chapter 1: Deception

Black hair swathed his dark red eyes, a small quirky smile pressed across his good looking face. He blinked at me, “What are you doing in my house!” I screamed loudly, fear coaxing my words and coiling around my beating heart.

I looked back over my shoulder hoping my Mother would come out of her bedroom wielding a gun or some sort of weapon that would scare this guy off. The boy closed his eyes and opened them slowly; the moon’s light catching on his long, elegant lashes.

He looked beautiful! I clenched my fists together when he wouldn’t answer. Opening my mouth to say something he stepped forward, too quickly for me to register. He pressed his long finger to my lips silencing me, the hairs on my neck stood on end at his warm touch.

He stepped back, bringing his hand up to his head he grinned. Winking he made his hand look like a gun, pressing his two fingers to his temple acting as if it were a barrel.

“What are you doing?” I asked shocked, my eyes searching his for an answer. He moved his hand into his mouth mechanically his eyes glazing over. I felt my shoulders tense and the world slow, straightening himself up he flicked his hair out of his eyes with one single movement.

“Bang.” He said softly, his voice sounding as if it had come from far away. I felt the coolness of his voice vanish as the sound of blood spraying against the wall passed over. The sight of the boy falling to the floor, his beautiful face marred with blood and destruction made my own blood run cold.

My heart caught in my chest and sobs began to grow into racking cries, jumping forward I hit the floor sliding through the blood which painted the carpet.

“No, no, no...” I cried loudly, my screams echoing down the hallway. My mother stumbled out her door scratching at her eyes groggily. Her hands flew to her pursed mouth when she saw the carnage. She rocked towards the wall her knees buckling from out under her. She fell with a thud, her beautiful blue eyes rolling back into her head.

I began to scream hysterically my heart faltering, this couldn’t be happening. He hadn’t even brandished a real gun! It had been his hand, his own real, alive hand! My sister rushed out of her room, the padding of her small feet was hidden under my loud cries.

“Brea!” She screamed. I looked up to see a shadow looming above me, I screamed out my heart racing. A hand grabbed at my own pulling me to my feet. I gasped; the boy pressed his face to mine his handsome features turning sinister. The blood and bone was gone; it was as if he hadn’t ever been shot.

“You will die!” He screamed in my face, his hysterical laughter ringing in my eyes.

Trying to get out of his grip I began to howl, kicking out in any direction.

“Calm down, young lady!” A voice snapped. I looked back to see the boy wasn’t holding me, instead it was an officer in a deep blue uniform. I looked down horrified at the dead body; a droplet of blood flecked my cheek.

I fell into the officers warm arms and began to scream, fear coiled around my lungs restricting my breath.

“It’s alright,” The officer cooed, smoothing my ruffled brown hair. “Everything will be fine. Rufus, get these people out here!” He added more hastily.

I felt thin hands take my elbow and begin to pull me towards the front door. The wide open frame showed a series of police cars and ambulances parked out on the front lawn. People screamed over the howling sirens as they saw me emerge.

“Your time will come Brea!” A haunting voice howled in my mind. My eyes widened in shock, I stopped mid step. “And when it does I’ll be there to drive the knife through your puny little heart!”