Start of the Finish (chapter 4)

It's the start of the finish, the beginning of your end

“What do we do now?” The question bounced around in my head, trying to find an answer to latch onto. Katrina was staring at me, her mouth kind of open and her eyes vulnerable but hard.

“He…he said he was going to get…both of us,” she seems like she’s in a daze. Now that I heard that, I was too. There really was a crazy psycho murderer after us. What was a person supposed to say to that?  Should we call the cops? Should we call someone else, so they don’t think we’re crazy?

If some guy walked up to me and said, “I was just chilling at my best friend’s house and some crazy man showed up and tried to kill us. Right when we got the upper hand, he disappeared into the ground. So now we have psychos after us.” I would believe him crazy. I would point him in the direction of the nearest hospital.

But now I’m the nut and the last thing I need is the hospital. Actually, maybe that would be good, a padded cell where they can’t get to us. But if that fool can get through the ground, can he get through a padded cell? I grit my teeth, frustration clenching my fists.

“But which two?” I almost forgot that Katrina was here with me. That she beat the s**t outta that guy.

“What?” My mind is still spinning.

“Which two did he mean? What if he meant you or me and Emmie?” I can hear the distress in her voice and I realize that she’s right. There are three of us here, and for all I know, he wasn’t after me at all. And my heart beat really fast at that notion. Because that notion meant that there was an assassin after my best friend and her baby sister.

Well, s**t.

S**t because it all made sense. Nateri did nothing until Katrina talked. She and him fought. He threatened her. Nateri was definitely after my best friend, Katrina Whistdain.

I put the phone back to my ear. Katrina looked at me questioningly. “911, what’s your emergency?”

“Hi, some crazy guy just attacked me and my…girlfriend.”

“Is anyone hurt?”

“No, I don’t think so. He just…ran off. He might hurt somebody else, though.”

“What address are you at?”

“Ah, twenty-three Carrigan Road, Blackwater.”

“Okay, someone will be with you soon. Do you feel comfortable enough to wait off of the phone?”

“Yes, we should be fine.”

“What are you doing? What are we supposed to tell them?” Katrina hissed at me. “They’ll think we’re crazy!”

I’d run the risk of looking crazy to the authorities if it meant saving my best friend. “What if he comes back? What if there are more next time and your secret ninja skills don’t activate? What do we do then, huh?”

“I…I don’t think that Nateri is a normal crazy guy.”

I rolled my eyes, “Obviously.”

“No, I mean…like supernatural, I guess. How else could he have disappeared like that? And he kept saying Master, normal people don’t have slaves.” I could see the resolve form in her eyes.

“Supernatural? What? You mean that he’s like a special kind of troll?” I can’t keep the skepticism from coloring my voice even though I know she could be right. Her strange shade of green eyes are wide and determined, something I have learned to be wary of.

For a second, that look takes me back to the first time I saw it. I’d been skirting around my past even though she’d been a bit open with hers. I accidentally let loose that my dear old dad had hit me, making the slightly bitter joke of it that a lot of kids do. She’d tried to convince me to move out or do something, as long as it got me away from him. I’d often done the same thing to her about her mother.

I was brought back to the present by her hurt look. D****t! I always forget that when I’m talking, I don’t want to hurt her. That she actually cares and isn’t a phony. “It sounds crazy when you put it like that. But what choice do we-”

Katrina was cut off by a loud squealing sound and I dived on top of her. A black Buick had swerved into the driveway and smoke was chugging from the muffler. It took a few seconds before a small woman slowly exited. She had four inch heels on and her hair was pulled into a tight bun.

“You.” She pointed at Katrina with a sizzling glare. “You are Katrina Gale Whistdain?”

I rolled off of her and we stood. “Who are you?”

“Are you Katrina Gale Whistdain?”
“Yes.” I hated that she just gave in. what if these weren’t the authorities?

“Well, Katrina Whistdain, your foolish ways have just sealed fate it seems.”

In that moment, I think I subconsciously began to realize that nothing would never ever be the same again.

Author's Note

Kind of short and just one of those chapters that needed to be written to help the story along. Reviews please!

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[Sophie]

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