Contest Specific~|Writing Contest|

Topic~|Mystery|

Author of the contest book~|contest_hxsts |

Summary:
Will Summer do what she is asked of before it's too late?

I sighed as I recognised the sunshine leaking in through the window. It had been raining so much this month that I hadn't thought to buy anything for a particularly warm day.

Although I lived in a fairly known place for being cold, it didn't bother me, it just made it feel like home. Cold. A very mild word considering how chilly it could get throughout the day.

Groaning once more when I remembered I had to go and visit my parent's for a family gathering. They weren't bad, at all, just went a little bit over the top when it came to me. It was slightly weird considering my job as well. They had refused to move multiple times whenever I had mentioned the fact that a murderer had been sighted real close.

I was worried.

If I were them, I'd be desperate to go as soon as possible. Yet, I could see why they wouldn't want to, they and I too, had grown up in that house. Perhaps they just couldn't give it up for mere rumours of someone running eerily along the lines of suspicious.

I was definitely overreacting, scolding myself for this I do what I need to do and grab a coat - just in case - before opening the door. I jumped in surprise when a guy smirks down at me, putting a hand down on my shoulder.

"I'll be your escort for today," he murmured, pushing me along with him.

"But I don't have an escort," I protested.

"Well I guess that's a shame for you then," he snapped.

"You know what? I don't even know why I'm bothering, I shouldn't talk to strangers at my door." I growled.

"Move or I will make you," he warned.

"What? You going to pull a gun out and shoot me for not obeying your commands?" I asked, mocking him. He did just that.

I put my hands up, realising we were only in the hall way, would he shoot me if I scream?

"I'm not going to hurt you," he promised. "Just do as I say."

When I stayed silent, he grinned and put the gun away slowly. What sick twisted game was this?

"Take me to your parent's," he ordered.

"No," I automatically argued. "I don't have family, they died in a car crash when I was around seventeen years old."

"Don't lie to me," he seethed. "I've done my research."

"Well if you've done your research then maybe you'd know I'm telling the truth." Was he some sort of FBI Agent? Police officer?

"Are you a police officer?"

Rolling his eyes he shoved me forward and grabbed my hand as I was about to punch him in the face. He didn't deny it. But he couldn't be one, they weren't allowed to hold a gun to a random citizens head. These thoughts had my mind reeling, was he good or bad? Too many questions, not enough answers.

"Take me there or I will arrest you for suspicious behaviour," he threatened once more.

"Suspicious behaviour my a-"

Surprisingly, he took out shackles and attempted to grab my hands again.

"Wait," I shrieked. And maybe I was the biggest idiot of all.

When we hopped in the car, I automatically drove to our destination. He didn't say a word, merely stared out the window.

We arrived around twenty minutes later, I knocked quietly on the door, nodding politely to the tall woman whom opened it.

"Mum," I greeted.

"Sweetie," she choked a smile. "How are you?"

"Save the chit-chat," the guy muttered from behind.

"And who's this fine young man?" She queried, her eyes reached a spark at the last word.

"James," he said.

"Well, why don't you come in?" She queried.

"That won't-" I paused when I realised something on my back, his hand. "Of course."

As we settled in within the household I couldn't help but stare at the potential murderer/police officer scraping up the food like it was his last meal.

"I thought this was a family gathering, Summer." A bold man said through gritted teeth.

"Now now Harold, he's a guest, he should be welcomed into the family." She paused to wink at me. "After all, he could be a potential love interest."

"Mum!" I complained. She got up from the table and asked everyone if they'd like a drink.

"That won't be necessary, sit down." James stated darkly.

"James-"

"Say my name again and I'll shoot," he sneered, taking the gun out once more.

Everybody became silent, abruptly seating.

"Now, this is how it's going to go, Harold is going to come with me and the rest of you will stay here. Speak or move at all, and I'll shoot you, got it?" James asked briskly, everyone nodded, except for me and awaited his next command.

Harold stood and followed James to the door, I braced myself and pulled out the gun.

"This is the FBI, put your hands up where I can see them," I demanded, Harold dove for the floor and grabbed the taser planted secretly under the desk. The rest of the 'family' did the same, aiming the guns at his head.

He scowled at me, before directing his own towards Harold.

"Put your gun down!" I warned him.

James cocked the gun.

Then shot.

I think I got a bit off task, but here is your contest entry contest_hxsts !