Secret Wars

The wind was blowing quite hard that day. The dry autumn leaves appeared to be dancing happily in the wind and some even slid down the window were I stood looking out onto my front lawn. The past two years seemed to me to be an eternity. I had been in my house for a whole day now. Even though I was back I felt as if this really wasn't home. I've been gone for too long. I had been in so much danger that it felt strange to be in one place for a whole day. My life had changed since the day I left, or since the day I was taken. Those two years made me see things in a new perspective. I guess I started telling the story at the end.

My name is Christina McNore. I'll tell you the story of the event that took place that opened my eyes to the 'Secret Wars'. Kind of mysterious, huh? It was two years ago, as I mentioned earlier, when I was sitting on my bed reading a book that I had received for my sixteenth birthday. A book is a strange gift in my opinion but I guess that there isn't a perfect gift. I had already read it once already but I felt like reading this over again. I was lying on my belly when a scream came from the living room downstairs.

That never happened before so I got up and yelled out my door, "What happened?" I got no answer. I went out into the hallway on the second floor of my house, well actually my parents' house, when I heard some one whispering in the living room. I was going to go back in my room, thinking that the scream I heard was from my mother or one of my sisters. A mouse or something of that sort probably frightened them. Then I heard a muffled yell. I became concerned and decided to investigate. It was probably one of my sister's stupid pranks so I headed to top of the stairs. I wanted to sneak up on her so I took off my shoes and began to go down the hall in my socks.

I have lived in this house my whole life so I know every place in the house that creaks or that makes any sort of noise. Without much difficulty I was able to reach the staircase silently. When I arrived at the top of the stairs I saw a stranger climbing up. I panicked. It wasn't anyone I knew was it a murderer or some sort of criminal that has already slaughtered my family and is now going to kill me? Fortunately he hadn't seen me yet because he was looking at some sort of device that kept beeping. The device was small; it was slightly bigger than his palm. He was dressed in black and had some sort of strange design drawn or tattooed on the back of his right hand. Since he didn't notice me so I had to act quickly and I ran into my room to try to find some sort of weapon. The only thing I found was my old aluminum baseball bat. Then I ran quickly and quietly into the bathroom. I jumped in the bathtub and closed the shower curtain to hide myself.

The intruder was closer and all I could hear was the device beep steadily. "Beep!........Beep!......Beep!...Beep!..Beep!.Beep!, Beep!, Beep!, Beeeeeeeep!" The intervals of the beeps were shorter as he approached. I held the bat tight and was ready to hit the intruder. He came into the bathroom his device now beeped in a long steady tune. He reached for the curtain and flung it open. He found me! I gave out a shocked gasp.

He called out, "I found her!"

This was my chance! I swung the bat as hard as I could and it hit him on the side of his head. He gave a scream of pain and fell to the ground with his head in his hands. I jumped out of the tub and started to run out of the bathroom when I felt him grab my ankle. I tripped and hit my head on the wall in front of me with a loud thud.

The pain surged through my body and my head began to throb with pain. I looked at him and saw he had a firm hold on my ankle. He was still lying on the floor and I knew that there was only one way to settle this situation. The effective way that I learned in school when I would get in fights because my classmates thought that the quiet kids were weaker. They would learn that they were wrong when they would go home with a black eye and bruised ribs. Gathering all my experience in fighting I used the most effective one. So I kicked him as hard as I could and he released my ankle.