Many centuries ago

I opened my eyes and shook my head as the view before me refocused.The deadly drug given to me should have killed me, but it only knocked me out. I looked at the seen before me. There was a band of men, dirtied and raged savages with burning torches in their hands. They grinned at me, moving closer, the flames eagerly licked their torches, eager to be set free into the bonfire below me. As I stared at the dancing flames  I realized what the bonfire meant. They were bandits, and after bandits took away all your belongings, you were killed, so their existence would be unknown. A bloodcurdling scream issued from my mouth and tears began pouring down my cheeks as the though struck me. I was going to die, these were my last seconds in the land of the living. I desperately tried to yank my arms and legs out of the ropes but they held tight, my knotted and ravaged hair clung to my face in dirty clumps. I screamed again as the fire touched the edges of the wood and hungrily consumed the rest of it, moving closer to me, like a predator zeroing in for the kill. Then I burned. I burned like I was what the fire craved. The fires tongues hungrily licked my skin, scorching it. The pain was unbearable. Then there was a sudden stab, not like that of a knife, but like that of a spirit. It was as if my whole soul imploded, and then did something similar to the big bang theory. And before my soul started burning, I saw my sister,Silvia, the one that has always fed of hate, the one that was never like any other, bring down the one that has saved my life by killing me.

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( Hadith’s story)

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I sat alone at the table, my head on my hands, and watched my broccoli as if expecting it to do something.

“Um Hadith?”, said a voice behind me. I turned around and saw my mom standing there. Her long black hair looked like a rats nest and her cloth looked kinda misfitting.

” Would you come with me to the living room for a second?” she asked nervously.

Something was wrong. My mom was never nervous.

“Sure,” I replied.

As I entered the living room I paused. All around me was broken glass and china and all of the furniture lay overturned in the corners.  It looked like a war zone. My parents were probably the biggest neat freaks in the world but this was nowhere near neat. Now I was certain there was something wrong.

      I saw my dad sitting on the side of an overturned chair and and that is when I started to worry. My dad usually carried himself in such a proud fashion. Most people would have thought him royalty but the man I saw sitting there was not the same man. He wore tattered clothes and his hair was uncombed much like my moms. He got up and walked over and stood in front of me.  

Suddenly he shifted his gaze at me. As I stared into his eyes I saw the look of a starving creature looking at pray he wouldn’t be able to eat.

I looked away not knowing what to think. I felt his hand on my shoulder “Hadith,” he said. “Son, we are not humans and… well, you were adopted.”

I just stared.

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It was 1:38 at night. I lay in bed wide awake, a thousand thoughts rushing through my head at once. I looked around my room. I could make out the shapes of  the furniture in the dim moonlight. It was the same room as before.

”Maybe we can continue living our normal life,” I said to myself even though I knew that was not possible. Just then I heard my parents coming up the stairs.

“Don’t worry Ella. He will be dead before he knows it,” I heard my dad’s  muffled voice.

      “Oh, but you know he has so much power. Can we take him?” my mom wispered.

  “Who are they talking about? Me?” I thought in alarm.

“Wait, are they gonna kill me?” I didn’t need to hear any more.

I rolled out of bed and ran to my window, opened it and then ducked under my bed.

A few moments later my bedroom door swung open. I shuffled a little farther under my bed.

I heard heavy steps and saw bare feet that to me resembled the feet of a huge frog. They came over to my bed. I held my breath, hoping I wouldn’t get noticed.

Seeing the empty bed they began moving around wildly.

Then apparently one of them noticed the open window.  I heard a snarl and saw their feet moving towards the window. Then I heard the sounds of metal hitting the asphalt as though something knocked over our trash cans.

 “Did they jump?” I wondered.

I shifted my position so I could see the other side of my bed. And sure enough they were gone!

I pulled myself out from underneath the bed as I knew that I would have to leave now.

I ran over to my closet and pulled out my hiking backpack. I grabbed a pile of random clothes from my closet and stuffed them into the backpack. Then I grabbed my piggy bank and stuffed it into my pack. Looking around, I noticed my laptop and put it into my bag along with the other necessities.

I dug through a pile of winter clothes and found my oversized winter coat. Even though it was spring I could use it as bedding.  I ran to my parent’s room (or the creatures that used to be my parents). I dashed around the room digging through drawers, found my “dad’s” survival knife, and stuck it into my pocket. 

I rummaged around some more and found some expensive looking jewelry.  Then I noticed my “mom’s” purse from across the room. I ran over to it and tore it open. Inside I found $468.00 in cash. On my “dad’s” side of the bed there was  the drawer that he always told me not to touch.

I walked over to it, grasped the handle, and pulled hard. My eyes grew wide – it was a gun. I picked up the gun carefully while avoiding the trigger. Underneath the gun was a box of ammo. It went into my pack as well.

I scouted the house a little more and found all the spare house keys. Obviously my “parents” didn’t take their keys so I stuck them all into my bag.

I put all the cell phones from the house into the washing machine and turned it on. Next I cut all the phone lines.

After one last look around to make sure nothing was forgotten I stepped over the porch and even though I didn’t know it then I locked the door to the house forever.

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