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Night Stars Pt.3

Night Stars Pt.3

Her eyes were constantly glowing. It was dark and the wolves were out. Sam could figure out which pair were his mother's. The wolves' eyes were bloody red, while his mother's, still in the same crescent shape of danger like that of the wolves', were green instead. Bright green to represent safety. His dream has been the same for the past couple of nights. Sweat, dripping from his face as he ran through the forest. The wolves were a shadowy gray, sometimes coming into view long enough for him to see. The green eyes were constantly moving. It was a game of chase, but his legs were not made for running, hey were meant for standing. His legs would tremble with every step that he took. The trees would come alive within the dream. The sounds of crackling, and breaking twigs like that within a fire, would indicate that the forest was changing. He would take a left, then a right, then another left, only to be in the same place as he started. He would watch the green eyes fly away from his sight every night.

Sal's hand held onto the butcher's knife. He crept quietly into Sam's room with the intention to kill. His forearm muscles were outstretched along with his biceps as he raised both arms gripping the knife ready to strike. As Sam lost the sight of the green eyes, he jerked himself forward and awake. 

Sam had tears running down his face, turned to the right and saw his father hanging over him in a position that could be harmful to Sam. "Dad, why are you always here when I awake? I don't want you to see me like this."

Frantically trying to hide the knife from his son, Sal says, "Sorry kiddo! You seem to be having nightmares, let me call you a shrink." Fiddling the knife behind his back trying to keep it out of sight from Sam, Sal starts to walk away. "I must go now." Sal disappeared from Sam's room into the hallway light. His shadow slowly disappeared as well. As Sal walked by the kitchen, he placed the knife into the knife stand on the center island. Under his breath, he states, "I hope he doesn't figure out who killed his mother. It would devastate the kid." 

Cara, the mother, was in her pearl dress, putting on her white diamond earrings while looking at herself in the closet mirror. As the final pin connected through the ear with a feel of a snap,  she closed the closet hiding the mirror. With a last glance, she saw a silhouette of a person in the doorway behind her. Cara had her own room, but sometimes during the night, Sal would sneak in for a night of non-interrupted love making. This night was different, though. It was her anniversary. Her thirteenth anniversary. this was the night of the new hit musical on Broadway that she had tickets to see with her husband, Sal, and her best friend, Jenn, and Jenn's husband, Drake. But to her unknowing, this night was also another special night. This was the night of her death. This death is not like ones that normally occur, but ones that can destroy a child. 

As time went on that night, Cara saw this silhouette a couple more times. All the times, the silhouette was in her room. As she was about to leave her room, she took one last look in the mirror, the last look that she ever saw of herself. The silhouette turned into a man. "Oh you", she stated after seeing the facial features. "What is it that you want Kyote? You said you would never come back here. My work is done."

Kyote was a man that had marvelous looks to him. His half-smile was a lady catcher. He could have any girl he wanted with a movement from his lips and a snap of his fingers. His eyes were blue and his hair was dirty blonde. The type of guy that resembled who Cara had married, Sal. "I've come to tell you that this life, isn't your life. You have been set up. These people here just want to kill you.."

Sam had thrust himself awake from a nightmare that he had. This nightmare wasn't the first to occur to Sam. It incorporated a headless witch stalking him through a dense forest. How could the witch walk without its head? This witch wasn't normal, but Sam didn't want to bother others with his dreams. Sam arose from his bed sand slowly walked into the hallway rubbing his eyes as if he tried to wake himself even more. The house was a mess with Sam's toys here and there. Sam gathered the toys that interested him as he walked. Played with them for a second or two, then forgot about them to continue to the next. After some time, he somehow managed to make it to the hallway where his mother's room was.

"Someone's coming! Quickly, get into my closet! 

Night Stars Pt.4

Night Stars Pt.4

Night Stars Pt.2

Night Stars Pt.2