The Clock Strikes Midnight~ Chapter 1

So yeah, this is a story I'm in the middle of making. I'm on Chapter 7 currently, and I'll be sure to continue this series till I find I good stopping point. Thanks.

"Serial killer! RUN!" The same yell directed to me. I've heard it over and over. You might wonder why I was called a serial killer. I mean, your average eleven year old wouldn't be serial killer, would they? And besides, I'm not even smart as one. So, that makes you really wonder. Well, it's because my dad was a serial killer that was caught a month ago. The police did nothing to help me, so I decided to live on my own in the little basement of my abusive aunt and uncle. My dad, as for him, had been put to justice, or killed. He had been on drugs ever since my mother died of a heart disease two years ago. He turned up to be a serial killer six months ago, and was caught a week ago. To tell the full story, I will go and tell you what happened to me when I was nine.

I had a miserable life, not to be a downer or anything. My dad hadn't paid taxes since m mom died, or two weeks ago. Which meant I had to do the job to live. Either that or I would had to go live on the streets with my drunk dad. Not a good idea. So, I had to get a job. And that was really hard. After five weeks of constant searching, I had finally found one that sounded like all ages could do it. A shoe store. Yes, you heard me. I walked into the store and my jaw dropped. It was horrible! It smelled like cigarettes and something else so horrible I couldn't explain. Nobody was there, and the place was covered with dust. And if you yelled or roughhoused in here, the whole building would have collapsed. The only good thing about the place is it had shoes. "Crap..." I whispered. "If all goes wrong, buy appliances to help you, I guess..."

I walked to the convenience store, and got a broom from isle seven. I walked up to the cash register, and... Oh no... It was Miss Trin. She absolutely adored me... You may think that's not that bad, but she is always talking how cute I am. And that gets really annoying. She spots me and says, "Seru! Are you doing a lot of work again? I think you would be exhausted by how much you do that!" Yeah, Seru's my name. It is a bit weird, but hey! I come from Japan.

"Umm, yeah. Just a bit o-" Miss Trin interrupted.

"A bit? You do more than a bit!" Miss Trin said happily.

"Uhh, I guess... Well, dad said to get home in five, so got to go!" I say.

"Goodbye!" Miss Trin exclaims.

I was pretty good at lying. That, and Miss Trin is just gullible. I walked back to the shoe store and swept like a maniac. Floors, walls, and shoeboxes. After a few hours, I sighed and said, "boy, am I tired!" I walked back to my little cabin where I thought my dad was waiting for me.

"Dad! I'm home!" I say as I walk in. No response, except a bit of a stomp from his room. I walk in there and... No one. "Dad?" Just then, a bullet from an unknown gun hit me.

Author's Note

Hey. I know, you must hate cliffhangers. Stay tuned for a new chapter.