Legacy of ash and bone

EVELYN'S POV My ragged breath filled the air, my pulse hammered against my ears. The biting cold of winter seeped into my bones. How the hell did I get here? I ran through the eerie looking forest. The moonlight casting a haunted shadow on the trees. Then I heard it… A low inhumane growl. The sound sent shivers down my spine. I didn't bother turning back to look. I pushed my legs. The sound got closer and panic clawed at my ribs. Shit. I scurried behind one of the trees when I realized I couldn't outrun the monster chasing me. I pressed my back against the tree trunk and my palm over my mouth, stifling the whimpers that threatened to spill. My vision was blurry and my sides hurt from when I crashed into the wall earlier. The gut wrenching sound only grew closer and closer until… Silence. I slowly peeled my eyes open listening closely for a minute. Then two. I sat there for a while, crouched down. Nothing. I removed my hand from my face but didn't dare to move. Finally the adrenaline washed off and realization kicked in. My parents were dead. No. They were murdered. I got home to find them, their bodies torn, limb from limb. And the man that I barely had a glimpse of his face standing above them. At first I couldn't believe what was going on, but when he attacked me too I convinced. Who the hell was that person? The sigil he held was so familiar but my mind was too jumbled up to remember where I'd seen it. I pulled my knees to my chest and let out my grief. My parents didn't deserve to die… not like that. My sobs filled the cold air, resonating with my bleeding heart. “I thought I told you to run,” a cold voice snapped. I turned my head sharply to the direction of the sound, panic surging at first but relaxed when I met a pair of hazel eyes staring back at me. Hazel? I could have sworn they were golden. I shuffled to my feet, backing away from the 6 foot something man in front of me. He was the one who came out of nowhere and tackled the person who killed my parents, allowing me to escape. Despite his heroics, he was still a stranger. And just because he helped me didn't make him any less of a threat. “Who… who the hell are you? What was that thing back there?” I asked with a shaky voice. My words stumbling over each other. “That's not important” he grunted out, before taking a step forward. “We need to-” “Back the hell up!” I snapped, cutting him off mid sentence. He furrowed his eyes at me but stayed still. “We don't have time for this” he gritted through his teeth. His sharp jawline clenching. “We need to leave” I scoffed. “Do you think I'm stupid? I'm not going anywhere with you till you tell me what the hell is going on” He pinched the bridge of his nose, then let out a breath like his patience was wearing thin but I didn't care. I sure as hell wasn't going anywhere with a strange man. I wasn't going to leave my parents body lying there in our house. I needed to do something. Running away was not it. Before I could register what was going on, the tall blonde haired man was in front of me in seconds. “Hey… what the-” he grabbed my arm without a word, keeping me in place. I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Let me go you psycho!” His grip on me was iron strong and I threw my head back with all the force I could muster. Pain exploded through the area and I heard him groan but his hold on me didn't falter. “Calm down!” He barked but I wasn't having it. “No! Let… me… go” I screamed and he let out a silent curse. The next thing I knew, I saw spots of black and it all went dark. When I came to, I was in what looked like a motel. I blinked my eyes rapidly to clear the haze and pushed myself off the creaking bed. The space was small, bare, with a single table lazily placed on one side of the room. The only light bulb in the room flickered, giving the room an abandoned look. My clothes were stuck to my body, blood dried up in patches. I searched for myself hurriedly. My phone was nowhere to be found. Great. I ran to the door, twisting the door knob. My breath hitched. It was locked. Where the hell was I? I read somewhere that recently girls around my age had been going missing. They would take girls to sell off in some creepy shady bunker. Was this what this was? No way I was going down like that. I looked around frantically for anything I could use to pick the lock. Nothing. This place was as bare as a desert. I cursed under my breath. Wracking my brain for a solution. I crossed the room to the window just above the bed. Prying the blinds open my stomach dropped. They had bars on them like a freaking prison and I was now also aware that I was on the third floor of wherever the hell this was. Okay… this was bad… This was really bad. My mind flashed back to my parents' corpses. Their lifeless eyes staring right back at me and I shuddered. I would end up like that if I didn't find a way out of this hell hole. It couldn't end here. My parents couldn't have died for nothing. I had to find who did that to them. I couldn't do anything to help them if I was six feet under, or sold to some demented rich creep. As I searched every empty corner of the room, the bathroom included, which was just as bad as the room, I heard it… I froze. My head snapped to the door. The clicking sound of the lock filled the air along with my shallow breathing. I watched as the door knob turned slightly and then the power went out.