• I could feel sweat dripping down my face, but I didn’t bother to wipe it off. I wasn’t going to move. Not until he was dead. He would pay for what he did to my father.
    Watching him stand in the middle of the room, I could feel my anger rise up and demanding that I shoot him now. ‘Not yet,’ I told myself. ‘I have to be patient.’ When I finally reigned in my emotions, I steadied my gun and made sure that I would hit him straight in between the eyes. It didn’t matter that he was a kid; he was still a cold-blooded murderer.
    From my place in the darkness, I felt secure. There was no way he could see me from up here. Unfortunately for him, I was able to see him clearly. Also, with all this noise around, he wouldn’t hear when I shot my gun.
    I finally found the moment I had been waiting for. Knowing this opportunity would only last for a split-second, I pulled the trigger. Satisfaction swept through me, I finally had revenge for my father’s death.
    But nothing had happened. The boy wasn’t dead, and he didn’t appear to be wounded. ‘What the heck?’ My rage came flooding back and all I could see was red. After a minute I noticed that he was holding something in his hand. Curious, I used the scope on my rifle to see what it was.
    In the palm of his hand he held a silver bullet. The bullet was from my gun and it was slightly crushed as if he had caught it. Instead of looking confused, he merely tossed the bullet aside and looked up at where I was hiding.
    “Crap!” I turned around to run away.
    “That wasn’t very nice.” The boy I had just shot at stood in front of me. “I don’t like being shot at.” He gave me a dark smile. “Of course, it gives me an excuse…” He sliced at my throat but I managed to dodge at the last minute; still a cut appeared on my neck. “Let’s play a game.”
    “What do you mean?” I started to evade his second round of attacks. “What kind of game?”
    “Let’s play tag. I’ll give you a ten second start to run away, then I chase after you. I have to warn you though, in my kind of tag once I tag you, you don’t become ‘it’. You die.” His blue eyes flashed murderously.
    ‘A monster,’ I thought. ‘He’s a monster. There’s no way I can beat him. He’s going to kill me!’
    “I’m going to start counting now,” the boy informed me. “So you better run. Unless you want to be dead, that is.” I bolted, running as fast as I could. “One…Two…Three…” His voice rang in my ears.
    ‘No…NO! I can’t die! The test is going to start soon! I have to-!’
    “Ten.” The boy was suddenly in my way. “Time’s up. Do you have any last prayers before I end this game of tag?”