"Help me! Help! Help!" She screamed at the top of her voice. As it drew closer she started to whimper. "Help me..." "Don't be frightened my dear. Now let me get a closer look at you." It snarled. The poor girl feared this was it for her and her brother killed by this... this... this thing. This thing with no name. It is more like a creature than a man. His nasty face covered with gruesome boils and a pointy red nose, his face dripping with green slime. It had pointed teeth, and webbed feet. The creature has two arms but with claws on his left hand instead of fingers. It had backed her into a corner. She looked for an way out but there was none. As his face drew closer all she could smell was his bad breath, it smelt like something had been rotting for two-thousand years. "Get away from me you beast!" She cried as she attempted to push it off. Angered the beast dove into her neck. She yelped and dropped to the floor. Daily mail: "On the 22nd of July a body of a young girl was found lying in an alley way. This is a very strange case because she was lying in what had been confirmed as her own blood but there is not a scratch on her. This poor girl has been identified as Elizabeth-May Andrews, passers by had seen the girl walking down the street that night with a male, we are unaware of who this man is and if he is Elizabeth's killer." "Umm.... Mate you know you have to buy that to read it." Matthew ripped the paper up in anger. "Stuff your stupid paper" He yelled at the salesman and stormed off. "How could they think I killed my own sister?! How could I have been so stupid to leave her alone!" Matthew could only remember bits of what that happened that night. Him and Elizabeth were walking home from the restraunt. It was awfully quiet that night. Elizabeth had whispered in his ear "This doesn't feel right Matt." But he didn't answer her, but instead just walked faster. Do you know when you get that feeling like you're being watched, well they were defiantly being watched.
Chapter 2: Matthew groaned and pulled himself out of bed. He turned himself around on his bed to look outside, it was a bright sunny morning but all Matthew could see was dark, grey clouds of guilt and pain blocking them all. Matthew grabbed some screwed up clothes off a pile on the floor and shoved them on. Without washing or anything he stumbled down the stairs to the lounge. He switched on the tv to try and get away from everything but it popped up with the BBC's main headline: "Girls killed but know one knows how!" In anger Matthew throws the remote at the tv, it was like his mistake was following him everywhere he went. But today was the day. The day Matthew had to go into court to testify that he didn't kill his own sister! Matthew stared blankly at a photo hanging from the opposite wall to him. It was a photo of two blonde haired twins, looking at the camera but swapping cheeky grins with each other. Their blue eyes shone bright, their hair like sand, their perfect white teeth glistened, they were to little angels on the outside but two little devils on the inside. He remember when he and Elizabeth were little kids, how they loved to run around outside and how they would never leave each other's side. The twins were closer than anything, joint at the hip. But now one's gone and the other is lost. Matthew was awoken from his thoughts when there was a knock on the door. Matthew groaned, stumbled to the door and yanked it open. At the door was a young man in his mid twenties, he had chocolate brown hair and emerald green eyes, his teeth were the purest of whites and his skin was tanned but you could still see the faintest of freckles on his skin. He had a posh, black suit on with a black tie and black shoes. "Your court date is in an hour and you aren't dressed yet?" The young man shouted at Matthew. Matthew slammed the door shut in the man's face. "Leave me alone Micheal!" Micheal banged on the door. "Come on man, just let me in, you need to get ready." When he realised it was no use Micheal ran round to the kitchen window, through the window he could see Matthew with his head in his hands sat at the breakfast bar sulking. "Matt just let me in please..." Micheal now spoke in a calm and soothing voice. "I know you still need time to greive for your sister and I would let you but we have to get going so please just let me in." The next few hour went as slow as hell. Everything was grey and blurred in Matthew's mind, nothing was moving at a proper pace. He only remembered bits of the day; Micheal arriving, getting dressed, arriving at court, the people coming in and the judge taking her seat, the lawyers and finally the man from the jury calling out. "We find that Matthew Andrews is..." Matthew blacked out. That was all Matthew could remember from the court case, it's almost like he blacked out so he could hear the verdict of the jury.
Chapter 3: Matthew and Elizabeth crossed the road. The lights from the pubs were shining bright and the music booming loudly throughout the busy town square. A cold breeze sent a cold chill up his spine, the trees and their black shadows were slowly waving in the breeze. Matthew look behind him at the shadows, he thought to himself. "Tree, tree, tree..." Matthew paused as something moved in the corner of his eye, a figure. Matthew by this time was starting to get creeped out, he pulled Elizabeth into him and whispered to her. "Someone's following us in the shadows." Elizabeth stopped and looked him striaght in the eye. "Is little Matthew scared by the scary shadows?" Matthew playfully punched her. "Shut it Lizzy." The two carried on walking down to Brady's Irish Bar where they stopped and went inside. A throbbing pain pounded in his head, Matthew wanted to feel what was wrong with his head but he couldn't find the energy to raise his hand to his head. Matthew blinked his eyes open and but couldn't turn his head so he just stared blankly at the ceiling. He could hear noises all around him and that made his head hurt more. Matthew closed his eyes tightly shut again hoping he could go back to sleep, but his attempt was cut short because Matthew heard a door open and close shut again. "Hey Sleepyhead." The stranger at the door spoke kindly to him but Matthew couldn't didn't know who this strange man was. "How's the head you had quite a nasty fall in the court room." The stranger came and sat down next to Matthew. Matthew just glanced wearily at the stranger, but he just returned a puzzled gaze. "Matthew..." The stranger started. Matthew just manged to get some tired words out from his weak mouth. "Who are you and why do you know my name?"