Finish the story: Owen awoke to the sound of glass breaking downstairs. He looked over at his alarm clock. “2:00 am?” He muttered to himself. “What the hell?” He then rolled out of bed and - still rubbing the crust from his eyes - shuffled toward the stairs. He was more frustrated than anything. He’d had a long week and it was bound to stay that way. Sleep was an ever elusive commodity. And still, he got up to see what had happened. As Owen stepped down off the last stair, he reached his hand toward the wall to turn on the lights. And that’s when he heard them. Hushed voices coming from the kitchen…just a few feet away. “That can’t be good,” he thought. “I live alone…”

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Ended November 27, 2021 • 2 Entries • Created by jlhunter99

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The shadows were creeping up and down his walls, like the scars the wrapped around his wrists. They shouted at him. Made him relive the world he had tried so hard to escape, and yet it stayed. A lingering prescence. Then the voices would become loud until they became silent and he realized that it had just been another hallucination. He laughed when he thought those words. "Just" a hallucination. As if it was a normal way of life. But I guess for him it was. And how psychotic did he have to be to get to that point?

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Equidream

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The voices drifted to him again. "I'll be fine. Please. Just leave it?" an unfamiliar female voice said. His brows drew together. Although the kitchen light was on and spilling into the still dark living room, he would have to round the corner from the living room into the kitchen to see who these people were. Who the hell was in his house? He doesn't remember arresting any female perpetrators this week. He looked around for a weapon, but dropped that thought when he heard: "Just sit still and let me do this!".

His heart sank into his stomach. Oh no. He recognized his sister's voice. What the hell was she into now again? He was not crazy about the biker gang she was hanging out with, but then again, they had actually been good to her. Ironically they had kept her out of trouble. She had always been the wild child of the family. Owen was the quiet one, the one who had followed his dad's footsteps into the Army, and was currently employed by the local SWAT team as a sniper.

He clenched his jaw and rounded the corner. Neither woman saw him at first, and he took the time to evaluate the scene. The glass he had heard was the small pane above his door's handle. The obvious point of entry. And there was Olivia dabbing blood from a wound just above the left eye of a woman with pitch black hair. The woman was hugging herself and staring down, letting Olivia do her thing. "What the hell Olivia?" Owen thundered. They both looked up and he locked eyes with the unknown female, and he knew, his whole world was about to change.