Prologue

Twelve year old twins, Emerry and Emilly, liked to play on the playground at school. if you were to ask them if they were playing though, they would reply with a fake laugh and say they were to old to play. And in human form they were, butt in there panther form they were still just cubs. They both had raven black hair, with hazel eyes that swirled with emotion. These girls, they caught you, they pulled you in, like a ray of sunshine to a flower. When they laughed, real genuine, laughter it bubbled out of them like a stream. It washed over you, making you feel as if nothing in this world could bring you done, off of your cloud of blissfulness. If they were sad, then you felt as if you would never be happy again. Now they didn't do these things on purpose, it's just part of who they are. They were the sweet, loving girls, who would face a tragedy no child should have to face.

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Emerry and Emilly walked into their house after school. It was eerily quiet. They walked through the rooms.

"Hello!" Emerry called.

"Mom! Dad!" Emilly shouted. They kept walking, nearing the back of the house. They were walking through the kitchen when they heard what sounded like radio static. They followed the noise to their parents office. It was a spacious office. Two mahogany desks took up one wall, a bookshelf another. But the girls didn't see any of this. The air, which usually spelled of old paper, ink, and peppermint candy, smelled like blood. Everything in their parents nice and neat office was thrown everywhere. claw marks all over the office walls and furniture. And there, in the middle of the floor, laying in a puddle of their own blood, was the girls' parents, eyes glassy and unseeing. They didn't know what had happened, all they knew was that they were in danger. Their parents always told them if anything happened to them that the girls should run. So even though they both wanted to scream and cry and felt sick from the sight of their parents, they raced up stairs and packed two backpacks. One with food, one with clothes, blankets, and such. They grabbed their emergency phones, and on their way out they dropped a match in the gasoline they had dumped. It was the only way they knew they wouldn't be followed. Their parents had prepared them for this day, they just thought it would never come.

Reviews

[James Jackson]

Good start, it grabs my attention from the get go, What happens next? I wanna know!