In keeping with the same vein as last month this month we will have a little peek into Dragon Twins! Enjoy!
A loud noise startled Jade from her slight doze. As she straightened up in her chair, she glanced at the clock on her bedside table across the room that held her textbooks. Eleven thirty-five.
Leaning back at her desk, she reached over and felt the bowl of soup Yi, the family housekeeper, had brought. It had been piping hot but now it was tepid. She estimated she was out less than half an hour.
Another crash came from the direction of the kitchen. What on earth was Yi doing at this time of night to make that much noise?
Jade started to get up when the door to her room flew open and two almost identical Asian men burst into her room. Grabbing her before she could make a sound, her feet lashed out and knocked the books to the floor as they dragged her toward the door.
“You’re coming with us,” one of the men said in a thick, Chinese accent. “You can either come quietly or we’ll drag you out.”
“There’s no way I’m letting you take me anywhere!” she yelled, struggling against them. Their grip loosened and this time she racked her nails across one man’s cheek. Crying out in pain, he released her arm to protect his face, allowing her to jerk free.
She ran out of the bedroom and down the stairs hoping to find Yi or something to defend herself. Jade heard them running after her. Chancing a glance over her shoulder, she saw they were right behind her as she raced through the house trying to get to the kitchen.
She was almost there when a man stepped out of the doorway, into her path. He was Asian but what caught her attention was the knife in his hand. Red liquid dripped from it onto the tile floor. Jade managed to duck around him and into the kitchen and was halted at the sight of Yi. She lay dead in a slowly spreading pool of blood.
A hand grabbed her shoulder and tried to spin her around. Her reflexes drove her forward and jumping over the housekeeper’s body she dove for the cordless phone to dial 911. She managed to dial two digits before the phone was knocked out of her hand, sending it flying across the floor.
Rough hands grabbed her and tore her clothing as she tried to get away. It was useless. They were too strong. It was too much for her. The sight of the dead housekeeper, the men in her house…the blood. There was so much blood.
A hand reached up and put a cloth over her mouth. She fought against it but it was no use. All her strength was gone. As her world faded to darkness the last thing she heard was, “Do not hurt her. Ling will not be happy if she is harmed.”