"There Is No Help"

"Her hand smacked against the door's window pane. Blood streaks followed her attempts at pounding on it. She was too weak, so instead she began using what was left of her breath to call out, 'Help me! Please! He is trying to kill me!' She repeated her plea a few times before the night suddenly became illuminated by an outdoor light. Eyes peered out warily and a voice answered, 'I have a knife! I will use it if I have to!' Gulping back sobs, she replied weakly, 'I just need help. Please.' The door opened and another female stepped out onto the porch. 'Call 911. He's coming.' The voice from the bleeding girl, come out as barely above a whisper. Her saviour-ess looked into the shadows of the night, saying nothing. She then placed a finger upon her own lips to shush the other. Relief washed over the wounded female and she sank against the other, feeling safe for the moment. An arm encirled her thin shoulders, turning her away, so she faced the night. Confusion snapped through her mind even as beloved hero put her mouth to her ear, whispering, 'I warned you I had a knife.' In a fluid motion a blade snaked across the girl's throat. Gleam from the steel quickly chameleoned to a crimson. Liquid squirted in all directions, spraying the hand holding the weapon. From out of the darkness ran a male, a similar blade held that dripped too with blood. He came to an immediate halt, taken aback by the sight in front of him. Surprised predator eyes met hers. And for a brief time, they locked. He had no idea what to do next when suddenly she flung the corpse from her. Patches of red stained the steps of the small porch as it bounced down like a rag doll. Finally reaching the ground with a wet thud. The woman slowly wiped off her knife, then calmly turned away and went back into the house. Her door closed with a soft click behind her, locks firmly locking into place. The night became night again when the outside light flashed off."

"There Is No Help" Written by ©®™ Atusha Avarus, Serial Writer