A soft voice crept through the house. "Have you ever watched someone die?" None of Justin's friends had. Bella had seen people die in films and heard about it on the news but this is a whole lot different to seeing someone crumple before your eyes. Her whole world span as Sam shouted out and Lizzy retched on to the carpet. She suddenly thought how cold the bare floor was under her feet and that she was such a selfish person to be worrying about her feet when Justin was lying dead on the floor. She wanted to cry but she felt numb like it hadn't really happened, yes that was it, it must be a dream and soon she would wake up. "Please let me wake up," she thought as Justin's blood seeped on to the floor and tricled slowly between her toes.
Sam could barely look at Justin. His eyes were no longer shining like blue explosions, they were dead and lifeless and his chest had no rise and fall. His brown hair was matted with blood and his skin was gray and lifeless. He was broken and still. No, he wouldn't remeber him like this. Not like that.
Sam was desperate as he shouted at the girls, begging them to move. It wasn't working, this was the fith time he'd told them. Lizzy was crying with tears running down her face, her eyes were wild and she was white as a sheet of paper. Bella was worse, she hadn't moved at all and seemed to have gone in to shock. Horrible wicked laughter broke out through the house finally flipping Bella into action. " We have, to get out, of, here," she whispered, struggling to get the words out.
Lizzy took her hand as they started to run to the back door half expecting to be cut down themeselves. They pulled it open and ran out into the night. The full moon in the purple sky cast deep shadows over the lawn as they disappeared into the night.
Only one person saw them go. The figure turned and picked up the dead boy. Down the stairs, into the living room, boots splashed though a puddle of blood from whare he'd droped his axe chasing the children out the house, then walked down the hall. A door creaked and footsteps echoed down the drive. A corpes was slung over his sholder. Head lolling, body slumped. A thump, blood spilling over a bake seat. A car engine started. The wolves howlling in the woods riping through the night and then he was gone. He drove off from the crime scene leaving nothing behind but a trail of footprints, footprints made from blood.
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Doesn't make any sense. In the last chapter they yell run and you would have thought they ran, but in this chapter they are still in the house. reply- sam can't get the frightened girls to move because bellas in shock and lizzy won't leave her, even though it might get them killed, at this point lizzys is still put across as good person
Chapter 14
A soft voice crept through the house. "Have you ever watched someone die?" None of Justin's friends had. Bella had seen people die in films and heard about it on the news but this is a whole lot different to seeing someone crumple before your eyes. Her whole world span as Sam shouted out and Lizzy retched on to the carpet. She suddenly thought how cold the bare floor was under her feet and that she was such a selfish person to be worrying about her feet when Justin was lying dead on the floor. She wanted to cry but she felt numb like it hadn't really happened, yes that was it, it must be a dream and soon she would wake up. "Please let me wake up," she thought as Justin's blood seeped on to the floor and tricled slowly between her toes.
Sam could barely look at Justin. His eyes were no longer shining like blue explosions, they were dead and lifeless and his chest had no rise and fall. His brown hair was matted with blood and his skin was gray and lifeless. He was broken and still. No, he wouldn't remeber him like this. Not like that.
Sam was desperate as he shouted at the girls, begging them to move. It wasn't working, this was the fith time he'd told them. Lizzy was crying with tears running down her face, her eyes were wild and she was white as a sheet of paper. Bella was worse, she hadn't moved at all and seemed to have gone in to shock. Horrible wicked laughter broke out through the house finally flipping Bella into action. " We have, to get out, of, here," she whispered, struggling to get the words out.
Lizzy took her hand as they started to run to the back door half expecting to be cut down themeselves. They pulled it open and ran out into the night. The full moon in the purple sky cast deep shadows over the lawn as they disappeared into the night.
Only one person saw them go. The figure turned and picked up the dead boy. Down the stairs, into the living room, boots splashed though a puddle of blood from whare he'd droped his axe chasing the children out the house, then walked down the hall. A door creaked and footsteps echoed down the drive. A corpes was slung over his sholder. Head lolling, body slumped. A thump, blood spilling over a bake seat. A car engine started. The wolves howlling in the woods riping through the night and then he was gone. He drove off from the crime scene leaving nothing behind but a trail of footprints, footprints made from blood.
Great description
Loads of information
Doesn't make any sense. In the last chapter they yell run and you would have thought they ran, but in this chapter they are still in the house.
reply- sam can't get the frightened girls to move because bellas in shock and lizzy won't leave her, even though it might get them killed, at this point lizzys is still put across as good person