All Chapters of SniperShot: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Not knowing the thing that's chasing you is a lot scarier than seeing it right in front of you." - Oren Peli "Miss Taylor..." The officer sighs with defeat brushing his fingers through his hair. All these questions is making my head spin. Who is he? What happened? Why were you there? With him? Soon after I passed out I woke up in the hospital where they kept me over night. There was a police man dressed in blue, constantly at the door that let to my private room. Thank goodness for medical insurance otherwise I wouldn't be so lucky to have a private room. "Miss Tay...""Lilith." I interrup the doctor fiddling with my fingers. I just want to go home, lay down and try to piece everything together. What happened? Why did the guy assaulting me change his mind. It is like he had multiple personalities. First assaulting me then calling the police for... himself?"There is no serious injuries. You might need a bit of rest, but you will be fine in a day or two." He place my file on the ta

"Knowing his strength, to cover the scar even though it's always there, however, to be impossible is for one to see his weakness as, not an adversary, but the cherry on top of his strength, to rearrange the scar so that it compliments his features." - Criss JamiA hand care over my cheek making its way up my forehead outlining the frown on it then suddenly he stops. "You awake?" I don't respond letting him think I am still asleep. His touch is on my cheek again warming up the line as he touches me. I open my eyes meeting the brightest blue eyes I have ever seen when suddenly they scare the shit out of me making me jerk away and fall from the edge of the bed and make a thud sound as I crush 9nto the floor."Shit. Are you okay?" He roll over onto his stomach letting his head hang from the edge of the bed. "Peachy" I nap making an 'o' with my forefinger and my thumb. "I just want to go home, okay." I place my palms flat against the bed pushing myself up. "I'll take you." He sit up brus

"I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?" - John Lennon"Bitch" His voice echo through the empty building sending ripples bumping against my skull. My feet comes to a pause and I grab my head with both my hands each on a side. Stop. I need the voice to stop.Suddenly I fall onto the ground my face hitting the ground instantly. The sound of teeth clenching pain in my ear. An enormously heavy shadow crush me to the ground. I can't scream. I can't move. The inner line of my mouth is plastered with the horrible taste of metal. Warm thick liquid wet my dry lips letting drops roll over my cheek to the ground. I try pushing the weight of off me, but it is too heavy. My lungs heaving for air. I cant breath. I am suffocating. I loose control over my arms and legs. My whole body turn numb. I need to fight this. I need to.My e

"People always talk about how hard it can be to remember things - where they left their keys, or the name of an acquaintance - but no one ever talks about how much effort we put into forgetting. I am exhausted from the effort to forget... There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living." - Stephen CarpenterSlowly I close the apartment door behind me when I get back to the apartment. The sun is setting, evaporating the light between the white walls of the open plan kitchen and livingroom. I am late. I should have left earlier, but I missed Isabella so much and to be honest. I wasn't ready to say goodbye. My eyes search for any sign of Arthur, but there doesn't seem to be anyone here. I take a step deeper into the apartment dropping my phone into my pocket."Shh..." A whisper next to my ear send bolts of terror exhilarating through my body. A huge figure behind me set his hand over my mouth and a strong arm wrap around my body. He pull me back with him until we r

“What the fuck did you do?” Feodor enters my bedroom a fury ball of fire. His eyes dark and staring. Feodor nearly never gets angry. He is the most considered and caring guy I know, which doesn’t really suit his job description as he is supposed to be a very mean and uncaring person. Sometimes I am not sure to why he decided to choose this job, but he seem to be good at it so who am I to question his motives. “What are you talking about?” I immediately stand up straight feeling like a five year old girl who got caught with her hands in the cookie jar, although the five year old will know what she did as she is doing it as to I whom doesn’t have a foggiest. I clasp my hands together behind my back. Standing there like a dumb struck teenager, but there is no fear, no sweating of palms, no heart raising or even a twitch of anxiety. The only emotion peeking from behind the curtain is uncertainty. I don’t know what the fuck I did. “Do not play innocent with me, Isabella.” He whispers stalk