Prologue
BANG!
I ducked just in time to see my sister, Angel, fly past me into the cream colored wall. With a face full of pain and agony, her distorted body flopped to the floor and layed there in a puddle of her own blood. I looked up to see the terrible creature. It was almost the size of the room, which would explain the torn-in-half doorway. I stared into its blue eyes. They looked almost human. Its mouth was agape in a loud howl of grief. I let out a sharp cry as it ran past me on unusually light footsteps. As it ran past, it had a slight limp. It looked to have a very deep gash on its left leg. I cradled my sister in my arms and thought to myself, "How will I explain this to Mother?" A thought flashed in my mind. I put (I think it would sound better with “put”… just my opinion though!) her down with a silent tear falling down my cheek. I placed one last kiss upon her forehead, ran into the kitchen and darted to my mother’s room. I stopped at the door and stared at the doorknob and wondered what was on the other side. I reached for the doorknob. My heart skipped a beat. My hand finally grabbed the metallic silver knob, and slowly turned....
Chapter one
I opened the door, and my mothers body toppled on top of me. Her eyes stared into mine and I had never seen such fear in anyone. My mother, who was normally very composed and never frightened, had been obviously made to suffer. I wrapped my hands around her and I felt a slight imprint on the back on her neck. I turned her head. Sure enough, the symbol of an eye inside a pyramid had been burned into her skin. I cringed and turned her head back over. I laid my mother down gently and looked around. My father was nowhere to be seen. I stepped into room and immediately became nauseous. There was blood everywhere. On the cream colored walls, and the matching rug, even on the imported tie-dye bed. Father always had an odd taste. The smell was much stronger in here. It would only be a small amount of time before animals came. I walked into the bathroom looking for Father. There were puddles of blood all over the tile floor, which I almost slipped on a few times. There was nobody there. As I turned to leave, I noticed the bath had been made. The tub was filled with a strange dark liquid. Something pale was floating within it. Not thinking, I grabbed it and pulled. I had found Father. I almost screamed bloody murder when I saw half his face was torn off. Almost every bone was exposed and could be seen bulging, or ripped through his clothes. I couldn't control my stomach anymore. I dropped him back into the tub and vomited into the trashcan beside it. I ran out the bathroom, avoiding the puddles, and almost collapsed in the kitchen.
Catching myself on the counter, I thought about how unprepared I was. I had been waiting for my moment to save the family and prove myself. When I finally got the chance, I thought about the oncoming attack. My first thought should have been to warn my family. I gripped the gun on my hip. The chamber held only a few bullets left. I was stupid to waste most of my ammo on the creatures outside. I never thought to check inside. I went deep into thought what my next move should be. I closed the windows and the shades. I thought about calling the officials. But then again, I was covered in blood, holding a gun, and my story was ridiculous. Walking back into the kitchen, I noticed footprints consisting of green tinted blood coming from my sister’s room into my parents room. I went to my room, grabbed a small baggie and a piece of paper no bigger then an inch. I ran back into the kitchen and dotted the paper in the blood. After placing it in the baggie, I sealed it as airtight as I could. Hiding it on my person, I called 911. After preparing myself to sound paranoid, the operator came on the line. "911 what's your emergency?" It was a female with a very sweet voice of about thirty. In a split second, I decided to throw 'paranoid' out the window and go full 'attempted murder victim'. I was stuttering and very frantic. I started to scream at the operator in a choked up voice, "Please you got to help me!!" She asked the basic questions. "Where are you?" "What happened?" It did her no good. She said to stay on the line while she tracked my call and wait until the police got to me. Not even a minute later I decided tried to make the story I was going to tell story more believable, or at least prove me innocent on count of psychosis. I pulled the shades up as quiet as I could. She was about to ask another question when I cut her off. Showtime! I thought. I screamed in a frantic, but still audible, voice and said, "Oh my God! They're back!" I ignored her attempts to get my attention, and fired my gun twice. The first shot broke the window. I looked up and could see the same creature, about twenty yards away, drop to the ground. I checked my chamber—four bullets remained. I clenched the gun in my hand as best I could and aimed carefully. I shot once more, and hit its arm.