Dusk and the Rebellions--Chapter 1

He was coming after me. Fast. I didn't know much but I knew enough to know he was evil, and I absolutely NEEDED to get away. So I ran. I ran like I’ve never ran before. Passing through the trees hoping I wouldn't trip. Out of nowhere he’s now suddenly in front of me. I made the mistake of looking into his blood red eyes while he laughed his excruciatingly evil laugh. It made the hair on my arms stand strait up while giving me goose bumps. I don’t understand, I thought, why is he after me? At that moment he seemed to smile at my confusion edging closer to my person. Did I say that aloud? He then reached out towards me and grabbed my lower arm tight. I tried to hold the scream back from the pain it was causing. It felt like a burning sensation all throughout my body. The pain was as if I was in a fire, burning alive. It was starting to get better though, so I thought anyway. Instead of the burning sensation I had all throughout my body, it was now secluded to my arm. Instead of burning it was like a stabbing, no, a tearing. My arm was being torn from my wrist to my elbow. He smiled his very evil smile at me. I could tell he was smiling, although I couldn't see anything. It was as if he wasn't even there. He was just a dark figure, the only thing that had remotely any color were his eyes. I made the mistake of looking into them, his dark blood red eyes. Looking into them, I saw it, my fate. I saw the flash of…lightening? I saw myself fall to the ground, life drained from my now lifeless body.  After he showed me this, still smiling, he said something that would change my life as I know it.

“FOUND YOU CHILD!” That was it. I couldn't take anymore. His voice was too much. It was like a thunderstorm, loud and big, but also like lightning at the same time, fast, to the point, and shocking. I had never heard it before, yet it seemed totally and completely and utterly familiar. I just knew he was evil. I felt it in my soul, everything about him screamed evil. I couldn't figure out why though. How could I be so biased to this…person…I had never met before? How could I possibly think he was evil?
I more felt that I was screaming, than heard it.

“Emma wake up!” He yelled his voice sort of faltering at the end. How the heck did he know my name anyway?

“GET OFF ME!!!” I screamed.

“EMMA!” I jumped up breathing hard feeling my heart practically jump out of my chest in fear. The same dream every single night, and every night I wake up to my mom shaking me awake.

“Honey are you okay?” She asked as if she hadn't heard the answer 1000 times before.

“Yeah ma just a nightmare.”

“The same one?” She asked shocked. It had been three weeks now, you’d think I would have different dreams, but nope. I’m some freak that has the exact same dream every night. Except tonight it was different. He touched me. He hurt me. I rubbed my arm subconsciously remembering the pain. Gosh I have a very good imagination, it’s like I can still feel my arm tearing, it burned. My mom must have saw this because suddenly she yelled at me.

“EMMA! Your arm!” I looked down at my armed puzzled until I figured out what she was looking at. From my elbow up to my wrist, was a superficial cut. Just like my dream! I thought. I decided not to tell mom about this, she would think I’m nuts and send me to a crazy house.

“Ummm….Ma I’m sweaty so I’m gonna go take a shower and get ready for school…Er…Love you ma! Have a good day at work!” I quickly kiss her forehead and run to my bathroom. Once I enter I lock my door and let out a sigh of relief briefly hearing my mom mumble her goodbyes and I love yous to my brother, sister, and their father as they all headed to school and work(my school didn't start for another 40 minutes hehe). Yes I have a different father then they do. Mine just….disappeared one day. But don’t feel sorry for me I never knew the man. He disappeared when I was one and my mom got remarried and pregnant with my brother one year later, and two years after that my sister. My mom assures me that my father was a great man though. He loved us; to this day it’s a sore subject for her. She doesn't know  He was great, for all of us. She got to live out her dream being an elementary Teacher, while he helped out financially, and in any other way we needed him. He was my dad.

I was quickly brought out of my thoughts by a loud knock at my bathroom door. I looked at my phone with a quizzical expression. 8:10. Hmm, everybody should be gone by now. Oh! I see! I think looking at the pink brush on the counter; it’s my sister forgetting her brush or something. I start to open the door rolling my eyes as I did.

“Did you really have to come back just for a bru….” I yell at the sight in front of me. A 6” 3’ man with White hair, that’s slightly tousled, blue jeans, white shirt with a leather jacket on, and steel grey eyes that could see into my soul. Honestly he was quite sexy, and if I would have met him under any other circumstance I might have flirted with him, but hell, I’m being robbed!

“You don’t want to rob me,” I stated with probably a wild expression, “I know Martial arts and I’m not afraid to kick some 6” 3’ butt.” He chuckled at me as I got into a fake ninja stance.

“Why are you laughing, I’m deadly you know.” I stated matter-of-factly. At this he full on laughed. I’m talking about floor rolling, knee slapping, laughing going on. Gosh he has a sexy laugh…Emma! Not the time! Heellllooo!!! You’re being robbed here! By some…laughing, murderous maniac!
“Em….ma…” He said between laughs, “Your…so..o…funny!!!” At that I looked at him really confused.

“Who the hell are you, and are you going to rob me or not!?” At this he paused looked at me, then started laughing even harder. Me, getting pissed and realizing he was of no threat, slammed the door and looked at the time. Dangit! I have no time for a shower now and I’m all sweaty! I groaned out loud. Him hearing this I guess, stopped laughing and realized I had shut the door. He opened it back up and I glared at him.

“What do you think you doing?” I said calmly with an edge to my voice that said, ‘If you know whats good for you you’ll get the hell out.’ But of course he ignored this and said in his deep, sexy, amazi…Ugh! Emma Stop! He leaned down close to my ear and stated simply, “Your coming with me.” His breath fanning over my neck sending a shiver down my spine that he clearly found amusing as he had a se…annoying smirk on his face.

“The hell I am!” I yelled. He sighed, a look of disappointment flashing over his face.

“Then I’m sorry” He said.

“What do you…”

Everything went black.



First chapter in my book Dusk and the Rebellions. Dont forget to give me feedback and if you want to read the rest of my story you can at: http://www.wattpad.com/user/StayStrongTogether  As well as my other stories and poems =) thanks!!