Who: Reese and... (OPEN)
What: Coming home, then leaving again.
Where: Reese's Parents House/Streets
When: 11:00 pm
Sitting against the cold building was the least of her mountain of worries. She worried most about what her mother would say or perhaps do when she walked into the house. Reese had in fact been missing for quite a while, but her mother, as mean as she was, would be more upset if she were to return rather than stay gone. Out of sight, out of mind was probably the best phrase to use in this case. Besides, if Reese were to run inside yelling about monsters, her mother would then have a good reason to send her off to a psych ward.
Slowly, she stood, wrapping her dirtied coat tighter around herself then ever before. She had yet to find the police station, that being the first place she wanted to go after escaping from her captures. But she had to settle for home. Maybe dad was back from his trip. Reese crossed the street, taking caution to all of the places one could hide. She quickened her pace, climbing the steps and reaching the door. Taking one last look around, she stepped inside. 'Unlocked, what are they, nuts?' she thought, slamming the door to get some attention. Nothing. She reached back to repeat the action, but decided that it would be best to just lock it. So, in replace to her good intentions, she kicked the door a few times.
"Hello?!" she yelled, taking a few steps towards the dining area. The table was set, but something smelled awful. "What the, that's sick," she managed through her hands, clutching her face as she continued to walk. At close range, she noticed that food had already been partly eaten from the plates. The food, however, was a bit rotten. There was no way that her own mother would be that out of her mind about a lost child to want to eat rotten food. Something was terribly wrong, and although she did not want to trek further, her adventurous trait got the best of her.
First a set table, now rotten food. The lights were on, and the door was unlocked. The food was partly eaten, so whatever it was that disturbed the dinner, made them leave rather quickly. But something was out of place. A couple of the chairs were knocked over. Reese stopped where she stood, a foot away from the door-less entry to the kitchen. She had pulled her shirt up and over her nose, holding it there as she listened. Someone was still here; she wasn't about to start yelling. The setting was way to strange to go around yelling like an idiot when anyone could be inside. The noise sounded like footsteps. The house creaked in certain areas when stepped on, so it wouldn't be too hard to determine where they were coming from; which was far away in the other room.
She took in a deep breath and turned the corner to the kitchen. Her eyes widened. There lay her mother, face down on the ground in a dried dark pool of her own blood. Her throat had been torn from her body, but from where Reese was standing, she could not really tell. She let out a shriek, stepping back and tripping over the fallen chair. The steps grew louder and heavier as she scrambled to her feet to reach the front door. The steps had a voice, and the voice had a body. There he stood, howling before trying to lunge himself at Reese.
Fortunately she was able to swing open the door before turning around to take a good look. It was her father. He hadn't changed fully, but enough to want to do the same thing to her as he had done to her mother. Reese slammed the door in tears before tripping her way in fear back to the streets for anyone she could find.