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warning: there is cursing. thats about it.

Bang!

He shut the door to his friends house and sighed. The cool night breeze tickled his face. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and began down the steps of his pals porch.
His friend invited him to a house party celebrating whatever; it has no true meaning. Jaico was pretty sure his friend just threw it together to try to get a couple of fucks from girls.
He couldn't believe he actually stayed four and a half hours there doing absolutely nothing
other than watch drunk guys seduce dumb tipsy chicks into screwing.

The booming of the base and faint melodic words trailed after him as he walked along the sidewalk. Back to his house he was; not thoroughly excited to be honest.
Ever since his dad married his step mom Angie, and gained a younger sister, he found that he never wanted to be home.
It wasn't the same for him anymore. Something was seriously off with his little sister and he knew that for a fact. She always talked about some imaginary girl
named Ann.

After trailing down many street blocks, and almost falling face first from missing a curb, he was finally a block away from home.
His house was in clear view directly across the street. Something caught his eye that seemed different. Light grey smoke ghosted threw the open windows and a small bit from under the front door.
He squinted his eyes followed by rubbing them. That cant be right he thought.

The thought of the house smoking made him question his state of how sober he was; he was drinking a little at that party after all.
He finally decided it was just his step moms horrid cooking and she managed to burn whatever she was cooking.
After looking both ways, he jogged across the street and onto the sidewalk. His shoes made light tapping noises as he walked up the little stone pathway to his front door.

The wind picked up and whipped threw the house, pulling the window curtains out with it. The rapid noise of the curtains fluttering startled him.
He had to admit, he was pretty terrified of his house at night. Every little noise or movement was amplified by a hundred at night. He fished threw his jacket pocket for his house keys.
In the process of looking, his other hand rattled the knob to see if it was unlocked and it was. He stared at the door in suspicion. Why would this be unlocked at one in the morning he thought.

He slowly pushed open the door but remained outside it. All the lights were off and everything was silent. The moonlight flooded the entrance of the house and up the stairs slightly.
His shadow was casted eerily up the stairs. He need some form of light so he pulled out his phone.
He then remembered it was dead. He groaned and stared at the black screen. Slipping it away, he entered the house slowly.

He didn't know where to start first. The living room? The kitchen? Upstairs? At last, he chose the stairs. He placed one foot on the first stair and it creaked.
He kept moving up the stairs but stopped at about the fifth step when he saw a shadow racing towards him. His eyes widened and before he knew it, he was on the floor; beneath the stranger.
He groaned and shoved the person off of him. The stranger stood in front of him and looked down at him.

Holding his head, he looked up and was taken aback.

"Joehna...?" He said, his voice was lightly airy.

His eyes were mixed with confusion.

"Why... Why are you wearing a gas mask? What the fuck are you doing?"

He studied her and tried to figure out why in the world she was wearing a gas mask. His thoughts were interrupted with the light sound of dropping liquid.

He looked down to her hand and his eyes widened in fear. He watched as crimson blood dripped slowly from the blade of a bowie knife and pooled on the floor.
It seemed to glisten in the moonlight. He brought his arm up and out away from his chest in defense.

"W-what the hell did you do?!" He yelled; more like screamed.

Just then, she raised her arm up; wheedling the blade hight. She was going to stab him. Right before she could stab him, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her.
He kicked her stomach and threw her over his head, out the front door. Jaico got up as quick as he could but she was a lot faster.
He barely had time to jump back and dodge another slice. He managed to slug her dead in the face. She fell back into her butt; fazed.

The orange haired boy bolted in the direction of the kitchen. He was petrified.
What was she going to do him? More like what did he do to her to piss her off? Sadly, she quickly caught up to him and was right on his tracks.
The first thing he spotted in the kitchen was a cutting board; his only form of defense. He quickly armed himself with it and turned around, blocking another stabbing.

They fought back and forth for what seemed like forever to him. The faint sound of sirens stopped her dead in her tracks.
She just stood there as if the sirens compelled her to stop. She then pointed an accusing finger at Jaico and backed away slowly.
He stood there still in defense mode. The sirens got louder and she was gone.

He dropped the cutting board and raced to the front door. She just vanished. The cops were coming and she wanted it to seem like this was all his fault!
He ran fast up the stairs and into his parents bedroom. The sight of his dead parents brought him to a halt. His mouth hung open; quivering slightly.
He slowly walked to the end of their bed and dropped to his knees. He rested his arms on the bed and looked down.
Even if he didn't enjoy being at home or wasn't particularly thrilled to have step family, he didn't want them dead though!

His eyes met with crumpled papers under his knees. He leaned back on his heels and grabbed the papers. They were documents.
He was still confused about everything that happened so far this night and, yet again, he questioned how sober he was. Jaico examined the documents and came to a horrifying realization.

Ann was real. She was an assassin and killed some important prime minister of a country. As he read on, he found out he was linked to the dead prime minster; a blood relative.

"Is that why she tried killing me?" He said aloud to no one.

"Put you hands up where i can see them and don't make any further movements!" Shit. The cops found me here in the mess Jaico thought. He slowly raised his hands.
The cocking of the officers gun made him jump in fear. More officers piled into the room and practically took him down as if he tried fleeing.

________

The repeated pounding of the rain on the car window filled Jaicos ears. He couldn't believe he just got arrested under the assumption of murdering his parents.
He bumped around the back seat; hands handcuffed behind his back still. He gazed out the window and watched the darken scenery go by.

"What drove you to killing your parents, kid?" The officer asked, looking in the rearview mirror.

"I didn't kill them you dumbfuck!" Jaico snarled. "It was my crazy sister in a gas mask with a bowie knife!" He did not like being accused of something he didn't do.

"Listen here kid!" The officer shouted. "You better watch your fucking mouth! And what sister huh? There was no one there other than you!"

Jaico kicked the back of the passenger seat in rage. Boy was he mad. The officer went on about him having a bad attitude and wasn't paying attention to the road.
The car drifted to the other lane. Speeding down that lane was an eighteen-wheeler. Jaicos eyes widened and screamed.

"Look out!!"

The officer swerved his car back to the appropriate lane but, he lost control of the car; due to the rain. The screeching and squeaking of the car tiers panicked Jaico. He was going to die in a car accident.

Bam!

A hissing noise came from the car. The airbags popped out of their compartments.
The loud car alarm was blaring into the stormy night.

Jaicos eyes fluttered open slowly. He moaned in pain. A thick throbbing came from his head. Trickles of blood ran down his face.

He could have sworn the world was spinning.
After regaining his recollection and was no longer dizzy, he realized he was alive after crashing into a tree.
He was breathing slightly heavily. Another moan from the front of the car indicated the officer was alive and awakening. This is my chance. Jaico thought. It was now or never; escape or go to jail.

He kicked the already loosened car door and fell out it. He scampered to his feet. It was a struggle since he was still handcuffed.

"H-hey!" The officer halfass yelled; slurred and shaky. "Where you going!?"

Run! His mind told him and thats what he did. He hauled ass into the nearest thing; the forest.
He ran for what seemed like five miles. His legs were growing tried and wobbly. He slammed his body against a tree and wheezed followed by a cough.
He rested his head against the tree trunk and closed his eyes. Why? Why me of all people? He questioned to himself.

He groaned and opened his eyes. Across from him, on the other tree, there was a white piece of paper stuck to it.
He pushed himself off the tree and walked to the tree in a drunken manner. When he got to the note, he squinted his eyes and read: "you are next".

"Im next?" He said, rather loud "what the fuck else could happen to me?!"
He screamed and kicked the tree trunk hard. He lost his balance and fell back.

The note fell off and fluttered into his stomach. He whimpered in pain and laid there. The rain beat down onto his face, washing some of the blood off.
His eyes began to struggle to stay open and a thick pounding pain rushed to his head. He groaned and shifted his body. His tried state started to get to him.
More and more is eyes closed. Once they closed, he opened them partially only to be met with a pure white face; looming over him. He was so out of it, it didn't faze him. He just passed out.

Description

warning: there is cursing. thats about it.

Bang!

He shut the door to his friends house and sighed. The cool night breeze tickled his face. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and began down the steps of his pals porch.
His friend invited him to a house party celebrating whatever; it has no true meaning. Jaico was pretty sure his friend just threw it together to try to get a couple of fucks from girls.
He couldn't believe he actually stayed four and a half hours there doing absolutely nothing
other than watch drunk guys seduce dumb tipsy chicks into screwing.

The booming of the base and faint melodic words trailed after him as he walked along the sidewalk. Back to his house he was; not thoroughly excited to be honest.
Ever since his dad married his step mom Angie, and gained a younger sister, he found that he never wanted to be home.
It wasn't the same for him anymore. Something was seriously off with his little sister and he knew that for a fact. She always talked about some imaginary girl
named Ann.

After trailing down many street blocks, and almost falling face first from missing a curb, he was finally a block away from home.
His house was in clear view directly across the street. Something caught his eye that seemed different. Light grey smoke ghosted threw the open windows and a small bit from under the front door.
He squinted his eyes followed by rubbing them. That cant be right he thought.

The thought of the house smoking made him question his state of how sober he was; he was drinking a little at that party after all.
He finally decided it was just his step moms horrid cooking and she managed to burn whatever she was cooking.
After looking both ways, he jogged across the street and onto the sidewalk. His shoes made light tapping noises as he walked up the little stone pathway to his front door.

The wind picked up and whipped threw the house, pulling the window curtains out with it. The rapid noise of the curtains fluttering startled him.
He had to admit, he was pretty terrified of his house at night. Every little noise or movement was amplified by a hundred at night. He fished threw his jacket pocket for his house keys.
In the process of looking, his other hand rattled the knob to see if it was unlocked and it was. He stared at the door in suspicion. Why would this be unlocked at one in the morning he thought.

He slowly pushed open the door but remained outside it. All the lights were off and everything was silent. The moonlight flooded the entrance of the house and up the stairs slightly.
His shadow was casted eerily up the stairs. He need some form of light so he pulled out his phone.
He then remembered it was dead. He groaned and stared at the black screen. Slipping it away, he entered the house slowly.

He didn't know where to start first. The living room? The kitchen? Upstairs? At last, he chose the stairs. He placed one foot on the first stair and it creaked.
He kept moving up the stairs but stopped at about the fifth step when he saw a shadow racing towards him. His eyes widened and before he knew it, he was on the floor; beneath the stranger.
He groaned and shoved the person off of him. The stranger stood in front of him and looked down at him.

Holding his head, he looked up and was taken aback.

"Joehna...?" He said, his voice was lightly airy.

His eyes were mixed with confusion.

"Why... Why are you wearing a gas mask? What the fuck are you doing?"

He studied her and tried to figure out why in the world she was wearing a gas mask. His thoughts were interrupted with the light sound of dropping liquid.

He looked down to her hand and his eyes widened in fear. He watched as crimson blood dripped slowly from the blade of a bowie knife and pooled on the floor.
It seemed to glisten in the moonlight. He brought his arm up and out away from his chest in defense.

"W-what the hell did you do?!" He yelled; more like screamed.

Just then, she raised her arm up; wheedling the blade hight. She was going to stab him. Right before she could stab him, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her.
He kicked her stomach and threw her over his head, out the front door. Jaico got up as quick as he could but she was a lot faster.
He barely had time to jump back and dodge another slice. He managed to slug her dead in the face. She fell back into her butt; fazed.

The orange haired boy bolted in the direction of the kitchen. He was petrified.
What was she going to do him? More like what did he do to her to piss her off? Sadly, she quickly caught up to him and was right on his tracks.
The first thing he spotted in the kitchen was a cutting board; his only form of defense. He quickly armed himself with it and turned around, blocking another stabbing.

They fought back and forth for what seemed like forever to him. The faint sound of sirens stopped her dead in her tracks.
She just stood there as if the sirens compelled her to stop. She then pointed an accusing finger at Jaico and backed away slowly.
He stood there still in defense mode. The sirens got louder and she was gone.

He dropped the cutting board and raced to the front door. She just vanished. The cops were coming and she wanted it to seem like this was all his fault!
He ran fast up the stairs and into his parents bedroom. The sight of his dead parents brought him to a halt. His mouth hung open; quivering slightly.
He slowly walked to the end of their bed and dropped to his knees. He rested his arms on the bed and looked down.
Even if he didn't enjoy being at home or wasn't particularly thrilled to have step family, he didn't want them dead though!

His eyes met with crumpled papers under his knees. He leaned back on his heels and grabbed the papers. They were documents.
He was still confused about everything that happened so far this night and, yet again, he questioned how sober he was. Jaico examined the documents and came to a horrifying realization.

Ann was real. She was an assassin and killed some important prime minister of a country. As he read on, he found out he was linked to the dead prime minster; a blood relative.

"Is that why she tried killing me?" He said aloud to no one.

"Put you hands up where i can see them and don't make any further movements!" Shit. The cops found me here in the mess Jaico thought. He slowly raised his hands.
The cocking of the officers gun made him jump in fear. More officers piled into the room and practically took him down as if he tried fleeing.

________

The repeated pounding of the rain on the car window filled Jaicos ears. He couldn't believe he just got arrested under the assumption of murdering his parents.
He bumped around the back seat; hands handcuffed behind his back still. He gazed out the window and watched the darken scenery go by.

"What drove you to killing your parents, kid?" The officer asked, looking in the rearview mirror.

"I didn't kill them you dumbfuck!" Jaico snarled. "It was my crazy sister in a gas mask with a bowie knife!" He did not like being accused of something he didn't do.

"Listen here kid!" The officer shouted. "You better watch your fucking mouth! And what sister huh? There was no one there other than you!"

Jaico kicked the back of the passenger seat in rage. Boy was he mad. The officer went on about him having a bad attitude and wasn't paying attention to the road.
The car drifted to the other lane. Speeding down that lane was an eighteen-wheeler. Jaicos eyes widened and screamed.

"Look out!!"

The officer swerved his car back to the appropriate lane but, he lost control of the car; due to the rain. The screeching and squeaking of the car tiers panicked Jaico. He was going to die in a car accident.

Bam!

A hissing noise came from the car. The airbags popped out of their compartments.
The loud car alarm was blaring into the stormy night.

Jaicos eyes fluttered open slowly. He moaned in pain. A thick throbbing came from his head. Trickles of blood ran down his face.

He could have sworn the world was spinning.
After regaining his recollection and was no longer dizzy, he realized he was alive after crashing into a tree.
He was breathing slightly heavily. Another moan from the front of the car indicated the officer was alive and awakening. This is my chance. Jaico thought. It was now or never; escape or go to jail.

He kicked the already loosened car door and fell out it. He scampered to his feet. It was a struggle since he was still handcuffed.

"H-hey!" The officer halfass yelled; slurred and shaky. "Where you going!?"

Run! His mind told him and thats what he did. He hauled ass into the nearest thing; the forest.
He ran for what seemed like five miles. His legs were growing tried and wobbly. He slammed his body against a tree and wheezed followed by a cough.
He rested his head against the tree trunk and closed his eyes. Why? Why me of all people? He questioned to himself.

He groaned and opened his eyes. Across from him, on the other tree, there was a white piece of paper stuck to it.
He pushed himself off the tree and walked to the tree in a drunken manner. When he got to the note, he squinted his eyes and read: "you are next".

"Im next?" He said, rather loud "what the fuck else could happen to me?!"
He screamed and kicked the tree trunk hard. He lost his balance and fell back.

The note fell off and fluttered into his stomach. He whimpered in pain and laid there. The rain beat down onto his face, washing some of the blood off.
His eyes began to struggle to stay open and a thick pounding pain rushed to his head. He groaned and shifted his body. His tried state started to get to him.
More and more is eyes closed. Once they closed, he opened them partially only to be met with a pure white face; looming over him. He was so out of it, it didn't faze him. He just passed out.