Angel eyes (prolouge)

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A girl has to help her parents murder find his brother and if thats not bad enough his brother plans on murdering her. Shes nothing but bait!

Submitted: August 14, 2012

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Submitted: August 14, 2012



Angel Wings(Prolouge)

  It was a dark and stormy night. The weather had knocked the power

out so me and my mother use the light of candles. My father is coming

home he is oh I don't know an hour away I guess. Me and my mom we

uh we don't see eye to eye.

We live in a seven story house, eight baths, fourteen rooms, the rest

is normal. If I could tell you every secret I held inside of me then believe

me I would tell you, but sadly I can't. You see this is the night were I loose

everything I love. Everything I ever thought could hold me down. Dad is

finally home maybe he should leave.

  I remember listening to my parents arguing with each other about well

I don't remember what. Anyway next thing I remember I heard my mother

scream, my father yell for her to run, and two gun shots then everything fell

silent. I slowly made my way down hoping my parents were okay hoping they

were alive, but I was to late. I made it to the bottom of the stairwell to find my

parents laying lifeless in a pool of crimson red blood.I went to them hoping to

find a sign of life, but found only death.

I saw a man with black hair, and well dressed gun in his right hand. He looked at

me, and motioned for me to follow did he think I was crazy? Okay so he did but I

wouldn't would I?

''My name is Jahn I need you to come with me please I need you to help me find

my brother,'' I started to reach for my phone, but was entranced by his eyes. Oh crap

he was a Terrian. Terrians could entrance people with just a look of their eyes it was

a gift they had so now I'm stuck doing what he asks which I have not decided if thats

good or bad soon I will know. Or will I?

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